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thebigshotman​:

*BUT-BUT-[[But wait, there’s more!]] TH4T’S THE THING!! TH1S WAS ALL AFTER I T0LD THEM I WAS [0/5 stars]!!! AND Y3T THEY STILL [keep it up, you got this!] AND LET ME [[new items in stock this week]]!!

His face is glitching apart from all of the worry that’s circling around and within him, the paint of his cheek blush almost looking like it’s dripping down his face at times. And as for his duplicate raising his arms, and how this must look to other people…he doesn’t process any of it. He’s completely unfiltered, his desperation speaking for him.

*I JUST-JUST-JUST—KN0W WH4T TO DO!! I D0N’T WANT TO [[missing persons report]] THEM AGAIN!!! BUT I’M ST1LL A [bottom tier] SALESM4N…

*BUT [[yes you, over there!]]!!! YOU H4VE EVERY !! TH3 [lovely wedded life] TH3 [[best buddies]], EVERY !!! HOW D0 I [[you can be just like me!]]?!?!

Spaz always made it look so easy! Even though Spaul hadn’t known him for very long. Surely he would know what to do!

⇨   He can practically feel their panic shaking and spreading through his own code, having to watch what was practically his own face distort and twist in front of him, a funhouse mirror. He almost began to forget to listen to what they’re saying-- 

“ * S-S-S-S-SO [ huh? ] THEY KNOW YOU’RE [ bargain brand ] AND THEY WANT TO [ Buy! ]-- [ Buy! ] ANYWAYS??? I-I-I DON’T UNDER--UNDER--[ stand ] !!! ”

When they cite him as some potential life coach-- the thought so foreign and odd to him even now as his life is such a gem-- he finally garners the sense to take some control of the situation, shaking his head ‘no’ and grabbing them back by the shoulders.   “ PAL, BUDDY, YOU BIG [ Who you callin’ dummy? ]-- LISTEN CLOSE [ stay tuned! ]. DO YOU DESIRE [ Life changing secrets ] THAT WILL [ improve your earnings ] AND MAKE YOU THE [[ BIG SHOT ]] THAT EVERYBODY [ knows and loves ] ??? ”   At first he peered deep into where their eyes would be, little dots shaking so vast they near vibrated.  Then his lenses go black.  “ * IF SO, THEN I NEED YOU.    TO.... ”  Then... he shakes them like a soda can.  “ * STOP DOING THAT!!!!  ”  

They must admit it was a bad habit of Spamtons to do. He makes a noise somewhere between an exasperated sigh and a panicked, near guilty whine.  “ * LOOK....... THERE IS NO [ 5 Tips For Achieving Success ]  I--I--I’M NO [ Big Shot ], I’M NOT !!! [ In fact-- ] EVERY TIME I EVER TRIED TO [ Life Hack ] THE SITUATION, I [ Fail Compilation ] RIGHT ON MY [ *laugh track* ] !!!  THE [ one and only ] REASON I’M SO [ satisfaction guaranteed ] IS BECAUSE I FOUND SOMEONE WHO SAW THAT! SAW EV3RY LAST [ Tiny ] [ miserable ] [ humilating ] [ wretched ] FLAW I HAD.... AND THEY [ Take home your own-- ] ANYWAYS. ”

Softening his grip and his expression some, he tilts his head at them. “ * WHAT IF: THEY WANT TO DO THAT, 2? ”

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thebigshotman​:

*…What? YOUR A [lucky winner] SPAZ!! WH4T DO YOU HAVE TO [that funny feeling] ABOUT?!?!

Spaz grabbing Spaul by the shoulder definitely gets him out of his little spiral, the static disappearing and little squinted eyes of confusion appearing instead. He didn’t think he meant that…did he? Well, it was close.

*I JUST-JUST-JUST TH1NK THEY MIGHT BE [[projected stock: +500]] M3. AND IF I D0N’T [5 tips for success] THEY’LL-L-L…

His left hand is raking through his hair, thinking about it. True, they did want to be friends again. The free Kromer was proof of that. But…would that good attitude continue if he didn’t live up to their expectations?

*[Abandoned you for the Slime] AGAIN. TH4T’S ALL. AND I DON’T-AND I DON’T-4ND I D0N’T

His whole body glitches, expressions of worry and grief briefly appearing as it does. When it finally calms down, his glasses are flashing different colors as he clutches his duplicate’s collar, mad with worry.

*HOW DO I [[dress to impress]] TH3M?!?!

⇨   “ * NOTHING!  HA    HA    HA.... ”  He very stiltedly laughs, releasing them right away with a fix of their collar and a big shrug of his hands and padded shoulders.  “ JUST A [ Funny feeling ] SOMETHING MIGHT GO [ --less than perfect ] WITH THE [ Class Reunion ] THAT’S ALL !!! ”  

He’s just being paranoid. Paranoid, he knew that. Of course a part of him knew that.  Being the supposed Mr. Lucky of the Spamtons and all that--- it’s been bringing up some bad memories, some doubt and cynicism, an impulse to want something to just... hurry up and go wrong already!

But that? That... didn’t sound like what he was expecting.  “ * OH.  PAL... WAIT, WHAT ARE YoU SAYING???  R U TELLING ME YOU DIDN’T [ Make public ] YOUR [ Stock Value ] RIGHT AWAY??? WOAHWOAHWOAH--- THAT CAN ONLY END [ Bad End ], [ me? ] !!!  YOU DON’T WANT ANOTHER [ Life ] BUILT ON [ Lies, lies, lies ] DO YA???? ”

His duplicates hands raise up-- from a distance you’d think he was being mugged. He frets and panics and glitches about along with them, their glitches almost synching up.  “ * YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO Y0URSELf, [ Me? ]!!!   REAL [ Friends List ]--- THEY LOVE YA 4 THE [ Screw up ] YOU REALLY ARE!!! IF THEY WON’T DO THAT-- THEN THEY AIN’T WORTH WEARING YOUR [ Sunday Best ] FOR ! ”

Geez. Where was this confidence when he was alone with his thoughts? Always easier out and looking in, always harder to hate yourself when you can see what it does to you...

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sanguinehaven​:

It’s times like these that Skuld is a little more aware about his inability to really be a decent supportive friend. It can’t be helped, he’s working with a trouble hand here.

*GRAB LIFE BY THE [strings]. YOU KNOW WE’VE ALL HAD THE SAME OLD [sob story] UP UNTIL A CERTAIN POINT. WHY WOULD YOU STILL BE CONTROLLED WHEN YOU’RE NOT EVEN IN THE [story mode] ANYMORE.

He scoffs, rubbing his arms for a moment. Half trying to convince Spaz, half trying to convince himself. God knows he was thrown away for some dumb fuck reason, christ.

*[You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take]. IF THEY HATE YOU THEY HATE YOU, IF THEY DON’T, THEY DON’T. YOU DON’T KNOW UNTIL YOU MAKE THAT [one small step]. RIGHT NOW, YOU’RE JUST LETTING YOUR [*incoherent screaming] [tear you limb from limb] [gaze upon the self within].

*WE MIGHT BE [trash], EVEN WHEN [picked up and washed off], WE’RE STILL SCUM, BUT I’M NOT GONNA KEEP AVOIDING THE [bad]. SOME I DESERVE, SOME I DON’T. UNTIL I LOSE [ABSOLUTELY] EVERYTHING, I’M GOING TO [Persist]. KEEP TRYING TO FIND WHAT MAKES ME [happy]. AND IF I KNOW YOU AS WELL AS I THINK I DO, YOU DON’T GIVE UP. [Annoyingly] PERSISTENT, MAKE DO WITH A [shit] HAND.

*THIS TIME YOU’RE NOT [bound and gagged] BY A [too good to be true] DEAL. THIS TIME YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN, [Accept the terms and conditions]. Do whatever you think you want. It’s not like someone has a [gun] to your head. It’s only you.

He says, reaching into his pockets for his box of cigarettes that he got within legal means, tapping it and plucking one out for his mirror. He lights his own, and sighs, turning to gaze at the gridlocked skybox, expression slightly hidden from Spaz, only because it was uncharacteristically somber.

*Don’t be a [coward] [underdog].

⇨   You’re not there anymore. You’re not where you were before.  Evidence and logic-- if that’s what you’re looking for, it all points to being fine, and what they say reminds that. The forces beyond his control, they might still be there, somewhere, everywhere-- but they aren’t playing with HIM anymore. They used you up, remember? Whatever it was they used you for. So the job’s done. So no more games. So you’re free.

Alright.  He believes that enough to feel a tenuous but decided grip on his sanity and reality. Now he can hear them out properly.  When he manages to look up at them during that reassurance, his expression was so alive it almost wasn’t plastic anymore, so stressed and sad. But as they keep talking it changes. He recognized those words-- he’d say it to them if they ever needed it. And when they describe HIM-- he was almost embarrassed.  Because it was like something obvious just clicked.

And at that final challenge, they’d feel the cigarette snatched with conviction. His eyes were black as he paused, but he was smiling.  “ * HOW.... COULD I   FORGET? ”   And his eyes brighten again, steadily, like a screen rebooting from sleep.  “ * MY ONE [ Best ] [ Character trait ] ?   ..... I NEVER [ $#%@!$% ] LEARN MY LESSON !!! HAehaHEAHEAhaHEA !!! ”  Big, unstoppable energy restored, he bounces on the car hood and he lights a flame with his wedding ring. drags, and shoots a ring of smoke.  “ * SPAMTON [ Spaz ] SPAMTON IS NO [[ quitter ]] !!!   SO WHAT IF IT DIDN’T WORK OUT BEFORE--- I’M [ On a roll ! ] !!! HOW BAD COULD IT GO? [ I’ve seen worse! ] WHAT MORE COULD [ Life ] DO TO ME, HUH? I’D LOVE TO [ Let’s find out! ] !!! ”   A big shrug of his arms and he kicks himself off the hood, turning to them as he continues with his wide gestures.  “ * I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THOSE  [ little britches ] HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT ME! AND I’M-- I’M-- I’M GONNA HEAR IT FROM THEM! ”   For a moment, it was like he was going to turn and run off right that second, but he stops and looks back to them, smile softening.   “ * THA-- Thanks, Skuld. ”  

Maybe for anyone else they weren’t exactly comforting... but for him, they were just the kick in the pants he needed.

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sanguinehaven​:

Maybe he wanted to pick Spaz up and toss him but Spaz won’t hear about the urge he barely suppressed in favor of actually helping-

He lets the other rant and rave and scream and cry out in turmoil, arms crossed as he leaned against the car, hand stroking the top of it in some sort of comfort motion.

*WE’RE ALL GOING CRAZY. IT’S ONE [good thing] AFTER ANOTHER IN THIS [Castle Town], ALMOST TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE RIGHT?

*BUT FACE IT, EVEN THOUGH WE’RE BOTH PIECES OF [street scum], WE’RE NOT [pure evil]. WE’VE CHANGED FROM [murderous tendencies], OR AT LEAST YOU DID.

He said, rocking on his heels, foot tapping the ground almost rapidly.

*IF YOU THINK YOU’RE WORSE, I’M PROBABLY THE [bottom of the barrel] [sewage], BECAUSE I WENT THROUGH WITH THE PLAN FOR THE MOST PART. MY OLD TIMELINE IS [frozen] [corrupted] ALLLLL SORTS OF [fuck]’d UP!!!

*WHAT IF YOUR [color coded] GROUP WANTS TO TAKE YOU BACK EVEN AFTER ADMITTING [attempted murder], ADD THAT TO THE REST OF THE [Redacted] YOU’VE DONE DURING THE [rap nineties], IT CAN’T GET WORSE, THE CAPABILITIES OF [forgiveness] [power of friendship] ELUDES ME, SO WHOOOOOO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN???

*WHAT DO YOU [desire]. WHAT [results may vary] DO YOU WANT THE MOST? YOU CALL THE [shots], IT’S YOUR LIFE, [dummy]. HAVE YOU EVEN HAD [*phone ringing*] [Hyperlink blocked] [deals with the devil] GOING ON?

⇨  He was just silent, though he fidgeted constantly at their words, like they were coming out their jaw and physically poking him.  He stares up at their endless night sky, the pulse of color through it’s ceiling’s grid, glancing back to them then back to the sky.  He occasionally responded with an ‘ i guess ‘ or a strange, reluctant noise. 

Only at their direct question, about that especially, did he flinch and look directly to them, raising his hands. “ * NOnOnoNO NOTHING LIKE THAT--- I KNOW !!! I KNOW.... NOTHING’S BEEN  [ What’s going on?  ] IN A WHILE BUT.  BUT.... ”  He looks at his hands, or something he imagines on them.  “ ....THEY’RE THERE. I KNOW THEY ARE. WHATEVER THEY ARE...   AND WHEN I MAKE THE [ Choice ] EVERY LITTLE [ Choice ] THERE’S JUST THIS [ Itching ] [ crawling ] [ nagging ] LITTLE [ Inquiry ]..... [ What if that’s what they want you to do? ] ”

An anxious laugh and he looks away. He hated admitting that. That maddening twinge of mindless rebellion in every waking second of his thoughts, even the choices that meant everything to him. He throws up his hands.  “ BUT WHY DOES IT MATTER???? WHY WOULD THAT MATTER !!!  IF I GET WHAT I WANT, RIGHT? WHAT I [ desire ] ??? [ Who cares! ] [ Life’s Good With-- ] JUST GIVE ME MY [ Happily Ever After ] AND STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!!!! ”   He glitches his whole face off with how he fusses at himself, but it returns as he rubs where his eyes should be, sighing.  “ ... I WANT.... TO [ Unblock ] AND [ Friend Request Accepted ], I DO.... BUT IF THEY [ Hatred ] ME, I’LL NEVER [ Forgive ] MYsELF... AND WHEN THINGS GET [ Too Good ]... EVERYTHING CAN JUST.     [ Delete ].     WITHOUT [ Warning ] WITHOUT [ reason ],  I DON’T KNOW !  I.... I....  ”    

He was scared. It didn’t make sense, the connections were tenuous, he was the definition of paranoid, but underneath all the frantic reasoning... he was just frightened.

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@scvepoint​​ Sent: ❝ Hey, hey, no need to make a decision now! Take your time, ask for help if you need it.  ❞      

⇨     He straightens up some, sitting properly in his chair again and seeming to stare forward with a worried expression just a moment before slowly starting up nodding and smiling.  “ * RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT.......... I MEAN.    I’VE-- I’VE WAIted THIS L0NG RIGHT? ”  He nervously laughs.  “ * WHAT’S THE RUSH!! I-I’LL FIGURE IT OUT... JUST GIVE ME... A FEW [ Business Days ] ??? ”  God. God. He needs the time but he also knows the longer he gives himself, the more likely he is to run from facing it at all... Not that his friends are likely to let him do that, though---

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sanguinehaven​:

*YOU LOOK TENSE. HERE, LET ME [help wanted] you.

He’s going to grab Spaz and drag them towards…the car Spaz has been working on. It’s either that or the fighting ring, those are the only ways of working the stress out that he knows and he knows that killing something is probably not what Spaz would go for at this moment.

*[walk with me, talk with me] WHAT’S GOT YOU SHAKING IN YOUR [boots]?

⇨  “   A-  “   was all the sound he made upon being pulled away, flinching a bit, expecting this sudden grab from him to end in some sort of tackle or something-- you never know between them.  But instead, he’s just placed near his classic Cungadero-- it’s really coming along! Still looks ancient but, just wait until he starts on the paint job! He always did love doing a paint job.

But then they ask what’s on his mind.  He sits up on the trunk.   “ * I JUST........ ”  He covers where his eyes should be and falls backwards onto the car.  “ * [ * Jumbled groaning * ] I CAN’T [ Face Time ] THEM, SKULD!!!! I WANTED TO-- THE [ phone ]-- THE [ message ] I LEFT-- IT WASN’T ENOUGH-- I SHOULD HAVE SAID MORE, I--- BUT I-- I GOT TO THINKing AND-- ”  He’s gripping his hair again. 

 “ * I’M NOT LIKE [S]PAUL.....  I’M--I’M--I’M--  [ worse. ].... ”  No offense, but he knows they’ll understand the sentiment better than anyone.  “ * I WAS SO [ Hatred ] I LET MYSELF ALMOST [ End process ] THEM-- MY OWN [ Friends List ] !!! THE PEOPLE I’VE GOT [ The Nerve ] TO MISS NOW??? ”  He bangs his head back against the car. He almost forgot that little detail. Can you believe that? So much time like this-- he almost forgot who he really was.  “ * WHAT IF I’M [ Different ], SKULd ???  WHAT IF THEY DO WANT TO BE [ Friend Request ] UNTIL I ADMIT      ???  ”   His heart would shatter.

His eyes turn black, seeming to stop his shaking and slowly, slowly pull his hand back, clawing them, his tone switching almost to something spiteful. “ * AND WHAT IF IT ALLLLLLLL WORKS OUT....?   WOULDN’T THAT JUST BE [ perfect. ] ?  DON’T I JUST [ deserve ] THAT??? WOULDN’T THAT BE SO [ Unbelievably ]  [ easy! ]   LIKE ITS ALL ONE BIG  [ fairy tale ] [ Happily ever after ]...? [ No strings attached! ] ???  ”   He kicks his legs and makes some broken noises, finally settling with his arms sprawled out.

“ * .....I THINK I’M GOING CR4ZY. ”  As if he wasn’t already.

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                                                       that’s just the game, baby.

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@sanguinehaven​ Sent: ❝ “ Skuld's staring at Spaz. Like he's thinking about something. This goes on for a good three minutes, his sculpted chin in hand. That look in his eyes. What is he plotting oh my god.... “

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⇨    He’s been distracted, not quite catching how steadily they’ve been looking at him, until finally the puppet’s inner turmoil today is interrupted by registering the sight of the other him. He darts little dots to stare back at them. He... didn’t like that look on them.    “ * .......... [ Hello? Hello, are you there? ] ”  He finally asks.

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Anonymous Sent: ❝ “ So you're still on the fence about wanting to talk to your old group? Like a conversation talk? “

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⇨  He winces for a glitched frame, rubbing his neck  “ * I.............. ”  He holds the word at unnaturally repetitive pitch, freezing in place even, like a computer at a blue screen.  “ * .... I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE AN  [ Answer the phone ] !!!! I’M STILL [ I’ll get back to you! ] I JUST--- I THINK I WANT TO????[???]    I KEEP GOING [ Back and forth ]   [ Back and forth ]  [ Back and forth ] [ Make it stop! ] HAEHAEHAEHAE!!! ”  He catches himself mid fit and holds his chin in his hands.  “ * I THINK I WANT TO. ”  He says, completely unsure.  “ * I THINK I WANT TO BUT WHAT DO I EVEN Sayyyy....... ”  His voice pitches down like he suddenly runs out of power, dropping himself to the desk as he frowns.  “ * I THINK I WANT TO.... ”  He repeats, and repeats... 

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thebigshotman​:

He’s gotta calm down…Spaz was almost ready to kill him for thinking he was saying something mean about Cerise (or so he thinks); lord knows what will happen if he stays this hyper. Spaul’s able to calm down his voice and appearance, but he is now vibrating with joy. Pixels getting scattered this way and that as he does.

*OK OK OK….S0 I TOLD TH3M [[everything’s on sale!]] I’VE BEEN UP T0 S1NCE [*dial tone*] 4ND AT FIRST…AT FIRST THEY WERE [[audible confusion]] BUT THEN!! TH3N I APOLOGIZED F0R [the incident occurred at-] WH3N I WAS A BIG SHOT AND THAT-THAT-TH4T SEEMED TO [[work like a charm]]!!

He’s leaving out the part where Clem screamed at him, of course. He’s already doing his best to repress that.

*S0 MUCH [genorisity]…2000 FR3E KROMER, [[would you like to try a sample?]], 1T’S ALL [too much!]!! IT’S ALMOST LIKE-LIKE-L1K3

*…Like there’s a catch to it…

Oh god, his glasses have frozen over into static. His mind is running way too fast-

⇨   He had his own reasons to be this on edge! He hasn’t had the nerve to face his old pals, no more than a one-way voice mail, no way of contacting back, no way of having to hear what they thought of him or how they felt-- or how they might’ve changed without him.  This was a deliberate barrier, but hearing them again-- different a ‘them’ as they may be-- it was like meeting them by proxxy.  He eagerly nods at each detail, a confirmation sound for each point as they go through what happened, as if anxious to hear the end.

It seemed to work out? It seems to be ok?  The apology he’d say, the one he’s been rehearsing so many times in his head-- is that really all he needs to say? 

But that wasn’t the end, not of what they had to say.

“ * CATCH.  CATCH?  WHAT CATCH? ”   They’re held on the shoulder, not aggressively, just almost as if grounding the both of them together.  “ * I’VE BEEN GETTING THIS FEELING !!  [ Do you feel it too? ]  LIKE THIS IS.  TOO [ Easy ].... TOO-- TOO GOOD TO BE [ True ]? ”

Oh no. Succumb to habit and this might just be a paranoia echo chamber--  and those never end well.

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@thebigshotman​ Sent: ❝  *H3Y SPAZ HEY SPAZ HEY-Y-Y-Y

Spaul is running up to his identical twin with the speed of a racecar, eventually frame-skipping to a point where he’s right on top of him. His smile is wider than ever, and his voice-even his commercials-have an enthusiastic tone to them.

*I MET B4CK UP WITH MY [All we do is Advertise!] AND GUESS WHAT???? WE’RE [Friend Request Accepted] AGA1N!!! 

*OH BOY DO I H4VE A [[feel good news stories]] FOR YOU!!

  ❞      

⇨    He spots them coming and makes big wide dots appear in his eyes before stumbling backwards in vain, before he’s inevitable practically nose to nose with them and he let’s out a anxious fit of laughter, jolting his head side to side at the startling.  “ * AAAAAA----  WHATWHATWHAT???   .... [ huh ? ] ”   He stops to look at them, manic smile weakening.  “ * SO IT ALL.... [ Smooth Sailing ] ?  NO [ FIGHT ] NO NOTHING ???  I-I-I-I MEAN-- I MEAN THAT’S  [ Fantastic! ] THAT’S--- THAT’S--  [ Unbelievable ! ]  I- I REALLY CAN’T [ Believe it or        ] YOU’VE GOTTA BE PULLING MY [ Arm and a leg ] !!!! ”  

He’s clawing through his hair, whether from happiness or panic, it’s hard to tell.  

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