📝 They’re both pretty interesting people, those two. Kinda tragic, yanno. I honestly used to care for Eight a lot more before he started delving into all this, but that kinda makes things more compelling.
đź“ť As for Cubesy – well. I don’t think I’m gonna say much on him juuust yet. He’s an interesting one, for sure, and I do want to see him be able to keep improving, but only time will tell with this all.
* we do forgive him, yeah. he’s been a good friend to us.
* { that whole ordeal still… stings. but it overall didn’t really make too much of a mess of things. }
* { he’s been making the effort to redeem himself through this all… he’s a good person. he’s made a lot of mistakes, but he’s a good person. }
* on the matter of if we would have tried to help… we did, honestly. when we caught wind of what was going on, we did try to offer him this place as a sanctuary away from eight…. but he didn’t want to stay.
* { unfortunately we didn’t do much beyond that. it used to be talked about a lot in the group chat, but…. we couldn’t really speak up towards eight or anyone else about it in there. }
* the cat’s still here, though, yeah. i don’t plan on giving it back to eight anytime soon, not unless he shows that he can commit to taking care of it.
* I told him I’d be willing to stay friends with him, and offer this as a safe place for him, but he’d damn well better prove that he’s working to make up for all this crap he’s caused before I’ll let him anywhere near this place again, let alone talking to him on friendly terms again.
* It’s all on him. I’m not one to go back on my word.
* I don’t think I’ll actually forgive him – he’s done to much to deserve that – but I would want to work with him to right the wrongs that have been done, provided that he actually Wants to try to do the work needed.
* nix is a friend of mine, yeah – he actually got me prosthetic ribs a while back and has been here off and on a couple times.
* this being said,
* i’m not sure i can actually rightfully offer him a place to stay. it is a lot to ask considering my own energy levels, and while i do feel bad that i don’t feel like i can provide that, i’d rather outright say that than to make a promise that ends up being way more detrimental in the end.
* if he seeks me out, then yes, i’m more than willing to be a shoulder to cry on and a support for him, but i don’t have the energy to be going out of my way to do so and worrying about if he’ll even answer or not.
* i’m sorry if that sounds like…. harsh, at all. i’m just really tired, you know? i can’t be looking out for everyone like i used to, that’s what landed me in this perpetual exhausted state in the first place. x:
* you know, when I said everyone would be on his ass for this, I didn’t Quite expect something like this to go down
* but he deserves what’s coming to him even more so than I initially realized, lmao.
* [Eight stares up at Flaps in silence while he speaks. His expression is…fairly unreadable, but its clearly made some sort of impact, because he flinches away from the other just slightly.
He doesn’t move, nor speak for a good moment or so after he finishes his speech, staring vacantly at the ground, thinking on his words.
When he does reply, he’s far quieter than he was before.]
* …I don’t know.
* I mostly expected not to make it in the first place? * I’ve been alone long enough already. I’m sort of used to it at this point anyway.
* [He visibly winces at something, glancing to the side and muttering under his breath.
Null has sat up at this point, watching from a distance]
* [He huffs out a long, slow sigh….. And his expression softens a bit.]
* If you do make it, I do hope you make a point to try and fix the wrongs you’ve done on everyone. You’ve made an absolute mess for way too many people and it wasn’t needed.
* I’m not about to sit here and tell you not to do what you’ve been working towards – god knows you’re too far gone for that – but the damage you’ve done to everyone else is something that you need to go about repairing. Or at least make the effort.
* If you DO make that effort – then you have a safe place here. If nothing comes about, though, you won’t be welcome here again.
* [ There’s a loud CRACK as Flaps’ fist connects with the other fragments’ face. Eight is duly knocked right onto his ass, on the floor, clutching the exposed part of his face. Goddamn, the fucker can punch hard.
He’s still reeling from the swing when Flaps continues talking, and stares blearily up at him with the question.]
Not exactly the start he had been expecting to some sort of lecture, but okay.]
* …C-Clear,
* Good.
* [He takes a moment – taking a slow breath to steady himself, and then he glowers down at Eight.]
* Do you even – do you know how many people are being affected by this whole mess? Just, you know, just to start. You’ve pretty much been singlehandedly been pulling the entire goddamn Void into your problem. Over ONE PERSON! One! That’s it! It’s just one person!
* But all you’ve been doing is stepping on others, doing whatever the hell you want with them – including myself, don’t you think for a second that I’ve forgotten that little trick you intended to pull on me – and all for what. To get back at ONE. FUCKING. PERSON.
* [He’s pacing now. Back and forth, a couple steps at a time, his tail lashing at the ground furiously.]
* Like – do you even realize how this is going to turn out? Sure, he’ll be gone, great for you, fantastic, whatever – you’ll be alone. And then what, huh? You’ll have maybe one person in the entire void who you haven’t crossed or shit on – or, hell, you know, with your track record, I’m willing to bet you’ve been fucking with him too! It wouldn’t surprise me!
* So – I want you, to tell me. What do you think is gonna happen after this? For you? Because all I’m seeing right now is you being almost, if not COMPLETELY alone again, and then you’re back to square one with absolutely nothing to do. No one to turn to. No one who’s going to be willing to risk their necks to help you again.
* MMM. HE WOULD BE. * HE HASN’T BEEN OFF MY BACK ABOUT IT SINCE HE FOUND OUT THAT TWO WAS MINE.
* [Eight glances back at him with the question, blinking just a tad nervously.]
* …? * SURE, I SUPPOSE SO? * AS LONG AS IT IS QUICK.
* [He was already fairly prepared to have himself a lecture, so Flaps asking isn’t too much of a surprise. He nods, stopping beside him, making another glance or two towards the fluffy lump in the grass.
Said fluffy lump opens one eye under all his fur, watching the two skeletons in silence. …Aside from the occassional comically fake snore.]
* [Ohh, Eight. You poor fool. Flaps makes sure to wind up his shot out of Eight’s line of sight – as soon as he’s fully facing Flaps, he gets socked right in the jaw, hard. Hopefully hard enough to knock him on his ass, at the very least. He looks mad.]
* THAT’S for all the goddamn shit you’ve been putting people through. I hope you’re damn well ready to sit here and listen to me because you are not going ANYWHERE until you do. Are we clear?
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