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[If you're in room 2 - 10 then you are perfectly free to bother him. He's already woken up and gotten acquainted with one roommate of his and now he's not doing a whole lot. It's a good time to introduce yourself, if you want.]
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so.
id really just like to know who the actual fuck has enough power to remove somebody from am sburb session.
like im not an expert on sburb or anything.
but that shit seems like it should be impossible.
and way to go dipshits but the earth was already destroyed.
and youre not the one who did that.
so there we go ive caught you in your fucking lie.
but its whatever.
ill go along with it for now.
i mean youve clearly got the most sugoi of fashion senses.
white spandex.
yellow collar.
i just feel so goddamn beautiful in it you have no idea.
k but seriously im pissed off.
i go from one shitty situation to the next.
when the hell does a bro get a break.
apparently the answer to that is never.
fuck me i need a beer.
where can i find a beer.
please tell me this place has fucking booze.

also dave.
you here.
because if youre not.

im wrecking their shit.

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I'm alive despite growing up with you, not because of it. Don't you dare try and take credit for that.

[Ow. Ouch.]

hey im not trying to take credit.
i just think you should give the other bro his due and all.
guy probably did everything he could.

Doing everything he could would've been recognizing what a fuckup he was and giving me up to child services. Beating me up whenever he could get his hands on me wasn't 'everything he could', it was complete and utter bullshit. All it ever taught me was how much of a shitstain he was.

he was just trying to make you stronger.
so youd actually stand a fucking chance against everything.
it was for your own good.
does wanting you to survive make him such a fucking horrible person?

Yeah, when his methods are completely fucking useless. Do you know what it made me? It made me a paranoid little bitch who never had a fucking childhood and picked too many goddamn fights and never spent time with kids of the appropriate age.

It's a miracle I can handle anything. Being capable isn't any goddamn gift from him.

[This hurts. This hurts more than he'll ever allow himself to admit. And when Bro hurts, he never makes the most logical decisions, and in this case he can't help but finally just... lash out.]

i dont see how thats actually his fault.
maybe your just naturally an antisocial rebellious little paranoid bitch.
he was trying to help you and you just took it all the goddamn wrong way.
you should stop blaming him.
own up to YOUR flaws.
then maybe hell own up to his.

[if there's one thing that Rose has in common with her Bro, loathe though she'll be to admit it, is the habit of digging in and lashing out on emotional issues. and this? this is the mother of all emotional issues.]

How the fuck should I know what I am normally when my first fucking memory is being flung across the roof? I never had a goddamn chance to figure out what my own fucking issues were before he poured all of his own onto me.

I may have every fucking thing wrong with me every which ways but the fact of the matter is that when you grow up with an irresponsible asshole who doesn't know the difference between a kid and a katana as your major role model the simply ability to interact with the world like a normal person is a god damn Christmas miracle.

Maybe I'm an antisocial paranoid little rebel bitch on my own. I'll never fucking know. But even if I am any other guardian would've actually given me a foundation to deal with that shit instead of making me build my own while pelting me with bricks.

Free protip for the future: fix your own problems before loading them up on a kid. You're welcome.

[Bro stares at the response for... who even knows how long, because he doesn't. He doesn't know what to say, or how to feel. He's hurt. That much is clear and obvious. The sick feeling he has forming in his stomach suggests that he feels guilty on top of that. A part of him is starting to regret lashing out, because he wishes this didn't happen. He wishes he could've salvaged the conversation. A part of him wonders if no matter what he said, whether that would've been possible or not. he doesn't know.

He doesn't know anything anymore, except that he's stupidly letting this Mystery Strider get to him. He hates that he is, he wishes he could stop. This isn't His Dave. For all he knows, for all of his insistence on the matter, it could possibly not even be a Strider at all. Except he knows that's not true. It is a Strider. Fuck. God, he hates this tower already. He hates everything. He hates the game for doing this. He hates the tower for bringing him here. He hates that all of this is even a thing at all.

Finally, he finds it in himself to respond, and when he does he isn't talking for the 'other bro' anymore, he's talking in defense of himself. For any Bro out there, even.]

you fucking survived.
i made sure you could survive anything i fucking threw at you.
i never put you in any real danger.
i knew what you could handle.
i knew what your limits were.
i wanted you to fucking survive what the future had in store for you.
you may think im a horrible person.
you may think i fucked up all the time.
and maybe i did.
but the fucking truth is all of it was for you.
i tried my fucking best.
i.
cared.
even if you cant fucking see it.

Don't you even try and pull this sentimental bullshit on me now. I spent thirteen fucking years with you and the only fucking thing you ever cared about was yourself. If you'd actually given a fuck about what was best for me you'd have left me in that smoking crater so somebody who was actually goddamn capable could've scooped me up.

I didn't survive because of anything you taught me, I survived because I taught myself to think fast. The only thing I ever got from you was that family beats the tar out of you and you can't even trust the fuckers you're living with.

And you know what? The game's still doomed. I have to go patch all of that shit up myself, with crap that I told myself. And surprise, surprise, none of it has anything to do with the shit you were trying to shove down my throat.

So if you're going to pull the 'it was all for you bloo bloo bloo I cared about you in my own asshole way' then save yourself the trouble and go fall on one of your swords.

[Rose is angry. she is so angry she can practically feel herself trembling as she smashes out a response. she wants to scream and throw a fit and smash everything in sight, but that's stupid and immature in every meaning of the words. so she keeps herself tight and restrained, under control.

she wasn't going to let him get the better of her again. and she definitely wasn't going to let him get away with trying to justify his bullshit with lies.]

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