Two Smuppets; Text

[plushaeusrumpified]

[So Bro's been off in the wasteland of his old world for over a month now. It's safe to say that he's not happy right now. Not happy at all. Also he's tired as balls because how the fuck do you sleep there? It's almost impossible. For one there's no pillow. For two... it's a fucking wasteland.]

well that was fuckin depressing.
but now im back.
woo fucking hoo lets get the party started.
whatd i miss.
its not exactly easy keeping up with shit when shit dont exist wherever the hell i was.
411 plz kthnx bai.

dave i know youre probably off being the independent adult thirteen year old and keeping secrets and all that hot shit but.
id really fucking appreciate it if youd take a minute from your busy schedule.
if youre available just check y/n.

dirk you still around?

yknow i think another roll call is in order.
everybody just get the fuck in here so i know whos still around.

Comments

[plushaeusrumpified]

[He listens. But as he listens, there's a part of him that wishes he'd never asked. When he thinks it's gotten as bad as it could possibly get, Dave continues and Bro's stomach just twists even harder. Should he have been skeptical of this? Did this sound outrageous and ridiculous and completely impossible? Yeah.

But did he believe him? Every. fucking. word. Because... Dave's tone. The way he says it. It sounds so real, and Bro is just. There are no words to describe how Bro feels. He's sick, he's terrified, he's angry, his horrified. The emotions are swarming all around him at once. He feels like vomiting, but he's holding it in because he doesn't want to do it on Dave.

And then he's finished. And Bro doesn't know what to say. He's quiet for several seconds. Or is it minutes? But in that time, he stares at the ground, his eyes wide, his heart hammering, his stomach churning. He's not even crying, because his emotions too jumbled to even let him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but... nothing comes out.

That's when he realizes that he just has no words. None. The only thing that will ever begin to describe how he feels are actions. Despite the fact he wants to just hold Dave, to tell him he's sorry and never let go, he can't do that. Because now it's personal. They've hurt Dave, and fuck if he's just going to stand around and not do something about it.

Bro pulls away, moving to stand up straight. He sidesteps around Dave, and that's when he finally ends up heaving. Nothing comes out- probably because he has nothing to actually throw up. He doubles over, hand on his stomach, but when nothing comes out he just stumbles forward towards the trunk.

Falling onto his knees, he starts undoing the latch wordlessly. Now that he isn't holding onto Dave, he's shaking again, and he fumbles with it because he's a fucking idiot. He can't even get a trunk open, let alone protect the one kid in the world who means the most to him. Because he's just.

Fucking useless.

But finally he gets it open, reaches in and pulls out his katana.]

[knightime]

[Dave isn't sure what to do. Bro is being quiet and it was unsettling. He's almost relieved when Bro moves, but that feeling is quickly thwarted with slight panic when Bro moves away from him, only to double over.

Fuck. Is Bro okay? He quickly grabs his shades on the floor to jam them on his face again and go over to where Bro was. What was Bro doing? Was he sick? Did he need something from his trunk? Fuck, he doesn't know how to deal with this. Bro was obviously upset with the information he finally relented. Honestly, he wish he hadn't told Bro, and he's pretty sure Bro might have been better off not knowing.

And then Bro fucking pulls out his katana and Dave is seriously freaking out.

Oh god. Nope. Bro wants to do something really dumb and he's going to make sure Bro doesn't because it's not really worth it at this point. Something else will come their way and it'll suck just as much as whatever else has happened already.]

Bro. Wait. What are you doing?

[Please don't do stupid things. Please.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[He stares down at his katana and suddenly it just doesn't look sharp enough. It needs to be sharper. Or maybe it doesn't, maybe the dullness will hurt more. Yeah, the more he thinks about that, the more he likes the idea.]

Maybe I'll go find Jason and pay him a little visit. But I know I'm gonna go fucking kill something.

[His voice is low and quite, and with that, he stands up and starts walking to the door, katana gripped so tightly in his hand that his hand is ghost white, and shaking. ]

[knightime]

[Oh my god, Bro.]

Wait. Dude, holy shit. It's not like you'll be able to get to Jason, even if you tried.

[He's following after you.] Not all of these floors are like a walk in the park. Some of them can be a lot more dangerous than you think.