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quotemenevervore · 1 year

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And here’s

Chapter 5

Content warnings: none I don’t think? Character crying, talking about El Rapid’s plan

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“I don’t understand, do tiny people just not like being seen? I couldn’t imagine wanting to be seen either if everyone was so huge compared to me.” “Karl, it’s not that.” “Then what is it? He was fine until I pulled him out of the cabinet, I just wanted to make sure his leg was okay..” the genuine concern and worry in his ex’s voice almost made his heart melt again, forcing himself to keep still and trying to keep the tears of why he couldn’t let that happen at bay. “He wasn’t always that small. He used to be our height, and we all used to be friends. We.. We were all fiancés, he was a part of our relationship. You wanted him to be.”

There was silence, before a shocked voice broke through the air. “What..?” “His name is Quackity. The last time you saw him you yelled at him and told him to stay away from you.” “Why would I-“ “Do you remember El Rapids, Karl? Any of it?” “Uh…” the brunette took a long moment to think, brows furrowing deeper as he thought on it. “I think we made it with George? And..” when he trailed off again, Sapnap stepped in. “Quackity.” “Quackity.” Karl affirmed. “And, then something happened to George, and I think we were going to do something about it, but then I died. I got blown up.” Quackity almost winced at the clarity in his tone as he remembered his death. “George got taken off the throne. Dream put Eret on the throne instead, and we all made the plan to protest. We went to Eret’s castle and put TNT under the pathway to it. You and I did that. You agreed to lose a life to help our plan work.” “I…” “Quackity met us after you respawned and we all ransacked Eret’s castle.”

“I thought.. I thought Quackity put the TNT down?” Sapnap got a small gleam in his eye, happy that he seemed to be making progress with the other. “No, Quackity got us the TNT. You and I planted it, then put signs down on Eret’s property, then we set the TNT off to make it look like Eret shut our protest down, make them look bad.” “Quackity wasn’t there.” Karl gasped. “Not when the TNT set off, no.” “Quackity wasn’t- oh no, you said we fought. Was it about that?” And that gleam was gone, a sad look coming to the fireborn’s face. “You called him a murderer. You told him we had no history with him, and you told me to kick him out of Kinoko.”

“But.. how come he didn’t stay with us, after the plan? Why didn’t he join us here? Why did he leave?” “L’Manburg took his focus. He was still the Vice President, plus he was dealing with Tommy’s exile and Doomsday.” “But why not after? We’ve been here for a while, haven’t we?” “I asked you to invite him, but I’m thinking that you forgot to. Which is fine, and puts me at fault too because I should have made sure he got that invitation. By the time I ran into him, George had already told him about Kinoko kingdom and he was angry with us. He’d built his own nation, Las Nevadas, but I managed to convince him to come here and see it, and see you.”

“I really do mess everything up.” “Karl-“ “I can’t ever save him then, and I push him away now, why can’t I do something right for once?” “Karl, stop. What’s happened has happened, and I mean, look on the bright side. We’ve got a chance to fix it.” “Does he even want to? I wouldn’t even want to look at him if our places were reversed. No wonder he was scared of me.” Quackity was completely frozen, barely processing anything he’d just heard. Karl.. really had been losing his memory. He didn’t remember him. He barely remembered El Rapids, of course he would forget him, he hadn’t been around them since then!

But one thing stood out to him the most, and it was the way his heart twisted painfully at the soft sobs his ex was emitting. Slowly, quietly, he lifted himself up onto his knees, now facing the two. Both had paid no attention, Sapnap gently running his thumb against the brunette’s cheek while he shushed him gently. It was only when his eye flickered to the side, almost minutes after Quackity had moved, that he suddenly jolted, almost pulling his hand away. “How, uh, how long have you been up?” “Oh, not too long.” He felt like he walked into something private, despite knowing the conversation was mostly to make Karl feel better about him being around. Hugging his knees to his chest, he kept flickering his eyes between his two giant (ex?) fiancés. Karl didn’t even give him a glance before tears spilled back over and his head ducked down again.

“Ah. Want me to get you some food?” “Nah, I’m not really that hungry right now.” And that was true, to be fair. This revelation had his stomach in knots, and he just didn’t want to risk getting sick. “Oh, alright. Just let me know when you do.” He nodded, trying to catch the brunette’s eye and failing. Though, Sapnap was less sneaky about it.

“Why don’t we talk a bit?”

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #remember me my love

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rocking-space-dragon · 3 years

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So I wanted to make a post to... Try and sum up what I think are all of the current ongoing plot lines/character arcs happening right now?

First off, we've got the ongoing disc war; Tommy and Tubbo are planning to go after Dream to try and kill him to get the discs back so they can finally put an end to everything once and for all. They're... Pretty much alone, it's just the two of them right now, planning to fight dream. They've been building a training room under Tommy's home to prepare.

Next, we have Tubbo's new home - where he's trying to build the town of Snowchester in order to have somewhere new to stay, so that he might give some of the people of ex-L'Manburg a place to live.

We've got Wilbur's Resurrection arc - where Phil, Ranboo, Eret and Fundy are trying to resurrect Wilbur so that he can lead the people once more, and so Fundy can have a dad. They've already gone and collected a bunch of totems of undying after trying to kill Wilbur twice to resurrect him ended up summoning the ghost of Schlatt.

We've got the bloodvines arc - where BadBoyHalo, Skeppy, Antfrost, Puffy and Awesamdude discovered a strange egg-plant-thing in BBH's statue room. Initially they didn't worry much until it's vines began spreading over the server and it started possessing people, leading to them sealing it in the room after Skeppy was possessed. Everything was fine until today, when BBH revealed he'd been fully corrupted and brought Ant, Punz and Puffy under it's Thrall with plans to do the same to Sam. They plan to have the egg take over the server so the Badlands can eventually rule and have started the spread by planting seeds of the egg at the bottom of the L'Manburg crater.

We've got the Prison that Awesamdude built, known as Pandora's vault - a massive impregnable building that exists to lock up prisoners with no chance of escape, with things like interweaving layers of obsidian walls, KEYCARD doors and guardians to stack mining fatigue.

That's all of the current arcs, now onto personal character arcs!

Tommy and Tubbo : After repairing their relationship to a degree, the two have agreed to fight together to get the discs back and take down Dream. They've both said they're not sure what they're going to do after this.

Dream : Appears to have disappeared for the time being after destroying L'Manburg.

Punz - Generally a factionless mercenary, was paid by Dream to be his inside man when he left, which he has. Unsure of how this relates to his supposed possession by the egg.

BBH and Skeppy - Both taken over by the egg, seeking to expand and grow the Eggpire to take over the SMP.

Puffy - Wants to become stronger, to live up to her role as a knight under Eret. Seeks to do what's right, no matter who it might hurt - has renounced Dream as her duckling and only pretended to be under the egg's Thrall. Is doing a training arc.

Nicki and Jack Manifold - Both see Tommy as the cause of all of the issues. Both want to get revenge on Tommy and the others who took down L'Manburg; Jack has joined Snowchester to get closer to Tubbo and eventually Tommy, but still seems to respect Tubbo. Still building manifoldland, his own nation.

Quackity - Has gone off on his own for the time being; seeks to devise a plan so that he might take down Dream with, sees him at his major enemy. Still hates Techno and the like, but sees Dream as the cause of everything.

Fundy - Let down by people time and time again, he's lost faith in people and has decided to stop trying to make people happy and work with them; instead seeks to cause chaos and destruction, following in his father's footsteps. Wanted to be friends with Ranboo but scared him off.

Ranboo - after Doomsday, left to go live with Phliza and Technoblade, seeing as they had no side and instead only cared about each other. Likes people, instead of sides. Suffering from steadily worsening memory issues and blackouts, built a panic room that he began to talk to a voice in his head with Dream's voice in, which told him about things he did during his blackouts. Reverts back to a base roaming enderman form whenever he gets heavily anxious. Recently found out that he, during one of his blackouts, was given one of the two discs by Dream for safekeeping... Which also meant he destroyed the community House. Is in a deep state of concern and self-doubt.

Technoblade - after the destruction of L'Manburg, seeks to live in peace again - at least as far as we know. Owes a favour to Dream for something in the future.

Philza - Wants to resurrect Wilbur to get his son back; has been researching necromancy ever since Wilbur's death in order to figure out how to bring him back, and has been working with Eret and Fundy to do so.

Eret - Current king of the server, unsatisfied with Dream's tyrannical rule over everything and his own actions that led to his position on the Throne. Wants to make the server a better place and wants to bring Wilbur back to make amends and hopefully let him lead people once more.

WilburSoot - Now dead, wants to come back so they can rule over the server, according their speeches as a ghost. Is afraid of being killed because he believes Ghostbur would cease to be, but feels that it's best for the server if Alivebur comes back.

Keep in mind, this isn't everyone on the server! This is just the characters who seem to be in the middle of having active character arcs and developments!

Hopefully this helps anyone who's confused with what's going on in the server right now!

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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Surprises (Sweet Betrayal Part 2)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, alcoholism, abuse (physical and mental), depression, suicidal thoughts

Word count: 3,587

A dash of madness is what’s needed to get things done. It was the thing that caused Manberg to rise from the ashes of its terrible leadership prior to Schlatt, and it was going to be the thing that fixes the aftermath of the meddling of your ‘brothers’. At least that's what you thought on the matter.

It was a bit hard to form rational thought when reminders of your brothers were everywhere. The buildings that stood populating the city were built by them. The dents and scratches on the wood of the stage were caused by them. Your bloodstain on the concrete was caused by them. The burn scar that took up half of your face and the now clouded blind eye was caused by them. You couldn’t even look in the mirror without being reminded of them; it was like they followed you everywhere you went. Tormenting you with every step you took. With every breath you took you were breathing in the same putrid air they breathed. The air would be purified once you were done with them.

The only person you actually trusted nowadays was Schlatt. Oftentimes he would yell at you in a drunken rage, telling you that you were useless and undeserving of love. His words hurt you unbelievably, but he would always apologize in the morning. He had hit you occasionally leaving bruises and a fear of anybody moving too fast, but he had always apologized to you so you brushed it off. He was the first person that had shown you actual love after all. He was still the loving man he was before the presidency.

He would do the same to your other father Quackity. You both comforted each other after he would do that. He confessed to you one night through tears that you were the only thing tethering him to his marriage with Schlatt. It was something you couldn’t understand; why would he ever want to leave Schlatt when he would apologize to you two every single time? It wasn’t like he could control his alcoholism. It had a grip on him that he couldn’t shake.

You weren’t there when Quackity had killed Schlatt, as you were roaming the streets of Manberg at the time, but you were there when he ran into you in a panic.

You were walking past Niki’s deserted bakery with a skip in your step and a smile on your face. The sight of the broken glass and the looted remains of the building took away most of the stress that living in and governing Manberg brought you. The citizens and the cabinet had grown distrustful of you and Schlatt, making it hard for you to get any work done. You had taken up most of the responsibilities of the presidency due to Schlatt falling off the deep end with his alcoholism and truth be told everything was stressing you out. You needed to keep smiling, you’re never fully dressed without one.

You came to a halt in front of the bakery, your hand reaching up to graze the scarred skin on the right side of your face. The once relaxed smile that gently stretched your lips turned strained. ‘Don’t cry, you’re never fully dressed without a smile!’ A soft voice sang in your mind, his light laughter reminiscent of happier times. He would not be happy with the path you’ve taken. Oh well, you liked who you were now; he just needs to put up with it when you see him again.

Your thoughts were interrupted by something, or rather someone, colliding with you. You were about to fall onto the glass-strewn pavement before someone caught you and pulled you into a tight embrace. You couldn’t see who it was, but their jacket smelled like a mixture of blood and cologne. Their shoulders were bouncing as they sobbed into your shoulder. Papá?

You felt his wings embrace you fully, much like they did during the festival. You awkwardly rubbed his back until he calmed down enough to pull away from you. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, face blotchy, and a swollen lip graced his face. Your dad was probably just drunk again.

You tried your best to smile at him gently, the smile threatening to falter. “Papá? Is Dad drunk again?”

“We have to get you out of here, mijo.” He tried to grab your hand to pull you with him but you moved it out of the way. You needed to know what was happening. You didn’t like not knowing what was happening.

“Why do you have blood on you, where are you bleeding?” Schlatt’s never made you or Quackity bleed before, so this was new. He was probably drunker than he usually was.

You watched as his dark brown eyes flicked down to his bloodied hands and clothes before they flicked back up looking more panicked. “It’s not mine. C’mon, we need to get out of here.”

This time, he firmly grabbed your hand and started to pull you towards the borders of Manberg. Towards Pogtopia. You weren’t ready to enact your plans for the brothers yet, so you dug your heels into the ground. That didn’t stop the man, in fact he pulled you close to his body and spread his wings to take off into the cloudy sky. Before he could, you pushed him away.

“Papá, who’s blood is it?” You already knew, your voice was shaking and the smile had completely faded. Surely, he couldn’t be dead again, right? Quackity’s face told you all you needed to know. Schlatt was dead.

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you whispered “what happened?”

“He- it doesn’t matter. Come with me, I’m leaving this place,” he spat out the last word with hatred. “It isn’t too late for you, Pogtopia-”

“Pogtopia? You’re seriously going to that pathetic excuse of a ‘country’?” You barked out a somewhat forced laugh, the smile finding its rightful place on your face. “Are you stupid? Why would you ever leave a nation as prosperous as Manberg?”

“Can’t you see? Look around you, this nation’s crumbling under Schlatt’s rule! How is that ‘prosperous’?”

“Did you hit your head or something? Our nation’s thriving under Schlatt’s leadership!”

“He isn’t even fucking leading! All he’s doing is getting drunk off his ass having you do all the dirty work! He’s using you, (y/n).”

“Shut the fuck up Quackity,” he flinched back slightly at the use of his first name being thrown about, “Dad’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and you, you’re so stupid to just throw him away when he needs us the most.”

He put his hands on your shoulders and gripped them tightly to avoid you ripping yourself out of his grasp. He looked you dead in the eyes with the most sincerity you’ve ever seen from someone. “(Y/n), we tried to help him. We did our best, but he’s too far gone. He isn’t the person we knew; the presidency no, this nation, changes people. If you stay, he’s gonna… You have to come with me to Pogtopia. Your brothers-”

“They aren’t my brothers.”

“-Wilbur, Tommy, and everyone else that used to live in Manberg is on their side. You’ll get killed if you stay.”

You tilted your chin up and looked down at him with cold eyes and your signature smile. “Then so be it. I will see to it that anyone cowardly enough to run when things get the slightest bit tough will be taken care of,” his grip on your shoulders loosened for a moment in shock at your words. That was all the time you needed, you ripped yourself out of his grip and turned to walk away leaving the devastated man in your wake. You stopped and turned your head to look at him through the corner of your good eye, “I suggest you run as far as you can, P- Quackity. It would be a shame if I had to kill you if you stayed a second longer. Get the hell out of my nation, traitor.” With that you turned back around and started walking again. After a few seconds, you finally heard him move.

“I’ll be back for you, I promise. I-I love you, mijo.” You heard the ruffling of feathers and the batting of wings behind you as he left Manberg. The smile on your face was wobbly and weak as tears started to slip out of your eyes. You took a second to compose yourself before you broke off into a sprint towards the White House, passing a few Rutabagaville members and Badlanders stopping to look at you in confusion. Your dad needed you.

After that, you slowly began to question Schlatt’s words, especially when he was drunk. Now that you paid attention, he never said that he loves you anymore. He only had you do his work, the only things he would talk to you about anymore was about the upcoming war and how useless you were as he berated the paperwork you had no idea how to do. There were no more talks about how you mattered, no more side hugs, hair tousles, or soft headbutts, nothing. Maybe he was using you after all.

So here you were, standing in front of his office with a shaking hand hovering over the oak doors. The smile on your face was incredibly forced, feeling painful for holding it for so long. Just as you mustered the courage to knock on the ram hybrid’s door, it swung open to reveal the hybrid himself.

Your father was swaying on his feet as he looked at you in surprise, “I thought I gave you the night off. Ender, can’t even get your own schedule right? Why’re you even working for me?” You could smell the alcohol on his breath and it reeked. You shrunk in on yourself slightly eyeing the bottle in his hand. The last time he yelled at you he smashed you in the head with it. You forgave him obviously, but it left you with fear whenever you saw a glass bottle in his hand. It happened only last week shortly after Quackity left. The gashes it left on your face and head were still healing.

Since Quackity left and he went through yet another death, Schlatt had become more irritable, paranoid, and violent. He started yelling at and hitting you more, crying and begging afterwards for you to forgive him. He promised that he’d never do it again, but he always did. You always forgave him in the end because he was the only one that loved you and the only one that you actually talked to anymore. You craved any type of physical touch from your adoptive dad at this point, you didn’t care if it was violent or not. Any touch was a happy touch.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you Dad, but I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me tomorrow for my birthday.”

“Birthday? BIRTHDAY?” He barked out a drunken laugh, his words slurring together. “You want me, the leader of a nation during a fucking war, to take a second off just because of one day that never should’ve happened?”

You fiddled with your fingers and shuffled your feet, struggling to keep the trace of a smile on your face. You couldn’t lie, that one stung a bit. If you didn’t know any better, you’d compare it to how you were treated at your previous family’s home. You’d never compare Schlatt to those cowards though. He was far better than them. “I’m sorry Dad, but I just thought that I’d celebrate it this year, I’m turning six-.”

“Awe, is it gonna hurt your wittle feewings if I told you that I don’t care? Wake up, (y/n). We’re in the middle of a war. We don’t have time to celebrate anything. You and I are working tomorrow. Now get out of my face before I fire your sorry ass for unprofessionalism and misconduct.”

“Okay, goodnight Dad. Love y-” before you could finish, the door was slammed in your face. You could hear him laughing and mumbling incoherently to himself from behind the thick oak doors. Sighing, you turned around and walked straight into your office. You took out a rope from your desk drawer and stared at it blankly.

It’d be so easy to off yourself again. If you made the noose properly unlike last time, your neck would snap and you’d be killed immediately instead of slowly suffocating. No one would stop you, no one would care. Schlatt would. He loved you like you were his biological kid. You fantasized that as you were about to jump off your desk that he’d open your door and attempt to apologize before he would realize what was going on and comfort you. He’d hold you like he did before he won the election telling you that your life mattered. You’d give anything for that to happen, but in the deepest darkest corner of your mind you knew that it’d never happen. He’d just drown himself in alcohol not realizing what’s happening in the room down the hall. Hell if anything, Karl would be the one to find your hanging corpse as he had a meeting with you first thing in the morning.

Besides, you had to live to carry out your plan to murder Tommy and Wilbur. You obviously wouldn’t be able to kill Philza or Technoblade because the former is immortal and the latter is, well he’s Technoblade (though you have been talking to Dream more lately. Maybe you could ask for a favor). That didn’t worry you; they’d probably kill you on sight once they’ve heard that their precious boys have been brutally murdered by you. You didn’t care if they killed you afterwards, your mission would be complete. It’d be a devastating blow to the family (if you could even call it that at that point, it’d be just father and son), something that’ll take them a while to recover from.

You put the rope back into your desk drawer and curled up onto the couch you had in the corner of your office. Wrapping yourself in the blanket you kept in a filing cabinet drawer, you quickly passed out.

The next day felt just like another day. You woke up, put on your suit, and started on some paperwork that you had to complete before the end of the day. You didn’t feel any different, it was just another day of trying to keep this nation afloat during wartime while juggling two jobs at once. Schlatt was right, your birthday was just another day. You felt silly for confronting him about it last night. It was stupid of you to do, all you could hope now was that he’d forgive you.

A knock on the door made you look up and plaster a smile onto your face. “Come in.” Karl’s messy mop of brown hair came into view before he did. Like usual, he had a dopey grin on his face and was wearing that ender awful hoodie. You hated that hoodie, it was unprofessional to wear in such an important government building. It looked like he was wanting to say something, he looked slightly anxious. Looking back down at your work, you quickly reorganized it. “Good morning, Mr. Jacobs. I’m assuming you’d like to walk and talk?”

“How-”

You walked over to him with a smile, “I can read people’s body language pretty well. Now let’s start our meeting. It’s not like we have all day.”

You both walked through the halls of the White House talking about what you usually talked about in meetings; progress reports, the extent of which Pogtopia is expanding, and brainstorming ideas on how to take the rebelling country down. The entire time he was casually throwing around jokes of which you would reply with a ‘stop messing around’ and quickly reel the conversation back in. Eventually, he stopped dead in his tracks in front of a spare room you and Schlatt used for storage. It was relatively empty inside with the exception of a few boxes.

“Karl, why have you stopped? We still have much more to discuss before our meeting’s over.”

“Open the doors.”

“Wha-”

“Just do it! You’ll like what’s on the other side, I promise.” You eyed his excited smile suspiciously before you sighed, “fine, I guess I’ll entertain you just this one time. Don’t expect me to-” you cut yourself off as you saw what was behind the door.

Grinning faces stared back at you. Each member of the Badlands and Rutabagaville were in the cramped little room. Well, it was cramped for Bad and Sam with their heights, the rest of them fit just fine. In Bad’s hands was a homemade cake with neat letters printed on the top in your favorite color. It read ‘happy 16th birthday (y/n)!’.

You were frozen as Karl put a hand on your shoulder and gently nudged you inside the room closing the door behind him. You stayed frozen as they started to sing happy birthday to you, Karl and Sapnap competing to sing the highest note at the end of it. You stayed frozen as they looked at you expectantly waiting for you to blow out the candles.

“Well? You gonna blow out the candles, gem?” Skeppy gestured with a hand to the cake, the flames’ light being bounced off his ridgid skin in a slight rainbow.

“I-I don’t- We don’t have time for this, we’re in a war. I’ve got a lot of paperwork to do-”

“Nothing’s gonna happen if we celebrate for an hour,” Sam gently told you, “the paperwork can wait.”

“Yeah, you’re still a kid; you deserve to at least have an hour dedicated to you on your birthday,” Ant told you.

You stayed there looking at them skeptically, you remembered how they looked at you during the festival. However unlike their looks of fear and disbelief they all wore during the festival, they were looking at you with warmth and empathy. You honestly didn’t know what to do, you haven’t celebrated your birthday since… well since him. By Ender, you missed him.

“C’mon, imagine the fire is your enemy! Blow em out! Blow em out!” Skeppy chanted, the others joining in with encouraging smiles. Bad looked like he wanted to scold them for trying to pressure you, but he eventually joined in as well placing a giant clawed hand on your shoulder with a gentle smile and a nod towards the cake.

You hesitantly leaned forward and blew the candles out. The plumes of smoke that drifted off from the burnt wicks reminded you of the cigarettes Schlatt would smoke. The men in the room cheered with Ant gently patting your shoulder and Karl, Sapnap, and Skeppy cheering the loudest. Sam was clapping and giving you the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen from the creeper hybrid and Bad put his hand on your head and ruffled your hair. You could feel your forced smile turning genuine as you felt a warm joy bubble in your gut and spread through your body for the first time in years.

“Good job, muffin! What’d you wish for?”

You craned your neck to look up at the demon in confusion, “I was supposed to wish for something?”

“Yeah! Haven’t you done this before?”

“No, can’t say I have. Am I supposed to wish for something now or am I too late?”

“It’s never too late, muffin. Go ahead, wish for something,” Bad gave you a small smile. You nodded and stared at the cake intensely raking your brain for something to wish for. The only thing that you truly wanted was for Tommy and Wilbur to finally die and for Technoblade and Philza’s lives to be ruined. That was the only way you’d be happy, so you opened your mouth only to have a frantic Skeppy cut you off, “no! If you say it out loud, it won’t come true!”

“Alright, I’ll keep it to myself then.”

After you ate some cake (it’s been a while since you’ve had the sweet, it was tastier than you remembered), you tried to glance at the clock only to be blocked by Ant, “relax, Schlatt’s out today. You can spend as much time here as you want.”

“He’ll find out, my Dad’s been stressed lately. I-”

“Kid, you work your ass off twenty four seven. You’re almost never out of your office.”

“Language Sapnap! But… he has a point though. You need a break. You shouldn’t have to worry about this kind of stuff, you’re still a kid.”

“Loosen up a bit! I’ll put on some music, what do you usually listen to?” Karl grinned widely at you gesturing to the jukebox in the corner of the room. You saw some records laying around on top of one of the boxes. It looked like there was a full collection of them.

“I don’t usually listen to music. I don’t really have the time for it, but uh, you can pick out anything as long as it’s not Cat or Mellohi.” You hated those discs with a burning passion. It was like you could still hear the muffled medlies drifting through the walls in your childhood home.

Once Karl put on a disc, some fast paced harmonized notes sounded from the machine.

“Let’s fuckin party!” Sapnap shouted.

“Language!”

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