maaaan going back to the Commander Tatar battle cut scene for that sweet, sweet pearlina dynamic of-
Pearl: WHAt ..... IS.... THAT!?
Marina: (not looking, busy at her computer) Hold on let me google it
Marina: Ok so the giant goo laser statue that just popped out of the ocean and is aimed at our city is charging up a lot of energy
Pearl: (dancing in place with nerves) Um.... That doesn't sound good!
Marina: So, yeah. It's got enough power to destroy the world.
Pearl: HOW DO WE STOP IT!?
Marina: Hmm... let's see...
(opens up freaking MS PAINT)
Marina: I've drawn a diagram of how to save the world
Marina: The goo laser statue uses sunlight for energy, so if we tag it with enough graffiti, that should stop it
Pearl: HOW are we tagging an entire statue???
Marina: We'll use the paint bombs i just so happened to have been building in my spare time
Marina: They're still in beta though so Eight will have to set them off manual by shooting at them
Eight: 👍🏾
Pearl: And what do I get to do?
Marina: Kill the statue by yelling at it
Pearl: BUT I HAVENT DEATH METAL SCREAMED IN AGES (aka since i stopped being emo and made a band with you)- I DONT EVEN KNOW IF I CAN DO IT ANYMORE
Marina: Well you have 3 minutes
Marina: Just do some warm ups. We need Maximum Pearl
Pearl: (marina believes in her) (confidence restored) Got it. Who needs vocal chords anyway, am I right? Let's go save the world!
me, laughing and crying: your honor im love them ;A; <3
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One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Ten.
Fit breathes in, Fit breathes out. The cave wall behind him is sheer and high, something he would need tools to scale. The path down is jagged and steep, something he would rather build a bridge along.
There are also corpses down there. He can see nine of them from here, but is sure there are more deeper in.
Nine corpses.
Nine friends of Madagio.
What the fuck.
They look like Fed workers, and yet... surely the Feds murdered them when they left the island? One way, or another. Directly or indirectly, it is the Federation's fault.
It is infuriating, horrifying, disturbing.
It is about what Fit has come to expect.
They look like Fed workers, but Madagio called them friends... Madagio, too, is blank but for his eyes. Did the Federation do something to them? Change them?
Its is certainly an implication Fit and his companions have considered before.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
Ramón, Pac, Richarlyson, Mike, Tubbo, Philza, Bagi, Chayanne, Tallulah.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine fucked up corpses, all scattered around.
For a moment he sees not Fed workers, but his son, his boyfriend, his family, his friends...
Then he blinks, and it is gone, and nothing is alright but they are Fed workers again.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Ten.
Fit slowly, carefully makes his way down the side of the cliff. His arm is broken, his ankles smart, but he makes it.
There is not just stone and corpses here, but gravel.
Fit has nothing, but he knows not what to do, and is surrounded by corpses who every time he blinks look like his family.
He cannot, cannot keep staring until Madagio gets bored. He will starve, go mad, something.
So he fights an impossible fight against the gravel, scooping it and scooping it to the sides until he has a pit.
Then he takes the closest corpse and lays it in, and pushes the gravel back into place.
One.
He does not look at the corpse as he buries it.
Two.
He refuses to see a face again.
Three.
He promised. He promised.
Four.
He will not abandon his friends.
Five.
He will not let them die.
Six.
Not ever.
Seven.
Not like this.
Eight.
He will ruining the Federation, and avoid this fate.
Nine.
And done.
Fit collapses into the gravel over the final grave, too exhausted to even try to move.
That's fine. Madagio will get bored soon, and then Fit will strangle his damned neck before getting home.
He will destroy the Federation. Whatever it takes.
Whatever it takes.
It can have him, his life, his soul.
It cannot have his friends - his family.
He will not fail them.
He will not.
He cannot.
If he fails them, he will not survive.
...
Whatever it takes.
Whatever it takes, to prevent nine corpses from being found in another cave.
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