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Sorry for disappearing for a hot minute. Things got really hectic irl. I’m hoping I’ll be more active in a week or two.

I got big plans for this blog, so thanks to all of you who’ve been sticking around!  Here’s to hoping things pick up soon!

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thecobraelite​:

“That is an understandable worry-” “-So perhaps we can come to a different compromise.”

A blank notebook and pencil are slid over to Teddy and Vivil.

“Instead of directly connecting it to you directly we can-” “-Have you supply us under a third party source.” “That would allow you to get away with branding your inventions with a symbol-” “-And thus keeping your claim on your inventions while still be anonymous.” “We would refer to you under pseudonyms instead of your real names-” “-Making the symbol connected to those names. Though only we would know you two and them would be one in the same.”

The two blink down at the notebook, hesitating for a moment, before Teddy reaches out to pick up the pencil. A symbol? Pseudonyms? Ah, so they have to come up with both of those things... The names they use now may not actually be their real names, but at this point, they may very well be...hm...

The ventriloquist thinks for a moment...before shakily beginning to draw the first thing that pops into his head. A large star in the center of a circle, the letters BB staggered within it. Vivil glances over the design, raising an eyebrow. “...Your drawing’s s***...but I guess it’ll do.”

“Y-You know I’m r-right-handed...” Teddy mumbles back in defense, putting down the pencil and pushing the notebook back towards the twins.  

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ssatxr​:

As soon as she saw Teddy walking, she followed them closely. She had been…so in her own head afterwards. Who were those people? What were they gonna do to her, or worse, would they ware her down to the point of where she had no energy? Or even worse, go further? It was something she didn’t want to ponder, and yet, here she was with her head in the thunderhead.

It wasn’t until Teddy stopped that Midnight bumped into him slightly. The Satyrian shook her head slightly, putting a hand on her front. She definitely got back into reality, that’s for sure. Midnight let out a nervous chuckle, watching Teddy as he…extended his arm, only for nothing to happen. Well, as far as she could see. She could…definitely feel something, a phantom feeling in her chest. The crystal that was on her chest laid dormant, almost…not even awake.

“Where…are we going?”

Teddy’s body tenses as Midnight bumps into him, but he doesn’t let that throw him off as he opens the portal, and when he’s done, he turns back around to face her. “E-Er, well...” He makes a small gesture towards the portal. He can see it at least, and at this point, assumes everyone else can as well. “...O-Our home...”

Seeing as this course of action has already outed them, Vivil decides to explain further. “We’re dimension jumpers. We got a little pocket dimension we stay in most of the time. We’ll let you stay for a while before trying to find your home base in this universe. Sound good?”

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theotherrookie​:

To be fair, she didn’t exactly hear the call with these two, what with her getting attacked for almost anything she said. Rook raised her hands and gave a shrug. “Look, I’m pretty messed up but I don’t have a savior complex. I’m doing just enough for karma to leave me alone.”

No, she didn’t know nearly enough to act, only bits and gut feelings. This was all she could do for now.

If only her marks would shut up for a damn minute…

“I hope you can get things sorted eventually. I’ll help you check out, then we part ways. That’s the deal.”

“You know what? That’s fair,” Vivil hums in response. “Though you better hope whatever higher power hangs around here doesn’t just f*** with folks anyways for s***s and giggles.” The comment is a bit of a meta inside joke honestly, but it’s not like Rookie can pick up on the implications...he thinks. Well, he hopes, at the very least. 

“M-Mmm, we’ll t-try...” Teddy stammers quietly. They really do need a more reliable way to get money...one that isn’t a crime... Maybe they should be more open to doing public shows? Ah, that’d mean psyching everyone up to do one... He should talk to his brother about it later. 

...Oh, finally. Vivil’s been trying his best to keep his temper in check this whole interaction, and for his brother’s sake, it’s good that this could wrap up soon. “Alright. Lead the way, then.” 

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thecobraelite​:

“That’s going to depend on what the design you give us is-” “-But we’re most likely going to pass them off to Cobra’s weapon makers.” “And let them decide what is done with them.” The Twins intertwined their fingers and put their hands on their desks. “Your selling robotic designs to a terrorist organization-” “-Are you sure you want credit?”

“...Weapons, huh?” Vivil’s not sure how one could weaponize inventions meant for entertainment, but there are a lot of crazy people out there in the galaxy. Some folks out there are bound to find a way, and the organization here seems like a good candidate. 

...Well, when they put it like that... “E-Er, um...” Teddy stammers, tugging at his collar nervously. It’s not like anything can be properly linked back to him in the worst case scenario...but these two are under the impression that they actually live in this universe. It’d be more realistic to say no, but... “...I-I’m just...uneasy a-at the thought of s-somebody else taking c-c-credit for my work, I-I guess...”

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theotherrookie​:

Sometimes being right has a price. If proving that was the case meant the two would learn more ways to steal, so be it. It was common knowledge that anyone knew and could take advantage of anyway.

“Oh, you still don’t get it, do you? I don’t care that you’re stealing.” Sometimes you just have to do morally bad things to survive, she knew that well. “I’m not going to pretend I can fix your life with some nice words and some symbolic bs like taking you here today. If you haven’t noticed, I don’t wear a cape.”

Well, technically she did though it technically wasn’t an actual cape. So her point still stands. She was doing what she could, the brothers just happened to be in a spot where both types of help were useful.

The circus brothers are quiet for a moment, processing her words. Vivil is the first to speak up, letting out a huff. “Huh. That’s...kind of refreshing to hear, honestly. Getting real sick of people trying to ‘fix’ us.”

Teddy fidgets in place in response. He has an idea of who he’s referring to, and he wants to comment...but he feels it’s best if he just holds his tongue. “E-Er, still...t-thanks for...e-e-everything, I guess...” It sure would be nice if things could be fixed that easily...but he knows the idea isn’t very realistic. 

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sassy-wolf-satyr​:

She watched him carefully, her head tilting and her tail waving slightly. Was it something she said? Hopefully not, she was telling the truth after all.  With night being so dangerous to trek back in her homeland, her legs became jelly just by thinking about it. She had no weapons, and the crystal on her chest seemed dormant enough. At this rate, despite her hands and teeth, she was defenseless; unarmed and nowhere to run.

It wasn’t until Vivil spoke up was until the worry melted from her face. “Thank gods. Of course, I’m willing to follow.” She watched as Teddy’s face morphed into surprise, letting a chuckle leave her lips. “I don’t even know how to repay you guys yet, and you just keep giving.” She remarked in good taste, her smile radiant.

“...Don’t mention it,” Vivil responds, waving an arm dismissively with Teddy’s assistance, before turning around, forcing his brother to follow. “Keep up. We gotta put some distance between us and those goons down there. It’d suck if they decide to follow.”

...The ventriloquist isn’t sure what the puppet is thinking, but he begins to speed-walk away from the scene, expecting Midnight to follow. After a few minutes, Vivil turns slightly towards him, muttering under his breath. “...Well? Open the way back home, Ted.”

He seems caught off guard by the request, stopping in his tracks. He hesitates for a moment, chewing his lower lip anxiously as he casts a nervous glance over his shoulder at the satyr...before he eventually obeys, giving a small nod. He takes a deep breath, extending his other arm outwards, tapping into a borrowed power within him...and in response, a portal opens up nearby. 

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ancientforestroses​:

Hm… Yeah, no matter how he looks at it he can’t make heads or tails of what he’s seeing on the cart. Tiredly, he rubs his face, breathing a shaky sigh.

“Can I ask questions, or is it still supposed to be a ‘surprise’?” His mind is blanking on what other creature would constitute taking his legs but he can’t really think of anything that fits the size of… The metallic mass on the cart. His first guess of a satyr is wrong than… some kind of Naga maybe? He’s not sure. “I’d guess, but I can’t really think of anything.”

“O-Oh, um...”

“...Well Ted, if he can’t even figure out what it is, what’s the point?”

“I g-guess...” The ventriloquist lets out a soft sigh, turning towards the large metal mass and starting to stretch out its limbs from the body. “S-So, uh...I t-thought it’d be c-cool to work on...l-larger animals for the circus... I t-tried to make a horse, b-b-but I could only g-get the lower half to w-work properly...so I t-thought maybe I could s-substitute the upper half w-with something else...?”

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“Do I have the time mixed up or did the Animal Crossing New Horizons update come out way earlier than expected?!”

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“Well it was a stressful week, but I managed to do it!”

“Hope the Halloweenies are ready for some chaos, chaos~!”

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castelleve​:

A sigh. “It sure is.” He had some mixed feelings about such a proclamation, but whether they were telling the truth or not wasn’t a concern of his right now.

God, he hated being immortal.

They are one-hundred percent telling the truth, but with the way they speak and act, it’s understandable not to take them seriously. “Yep~!” they chirp, before tilting their head, thinking. “It can be boring as hell sometimes, but there’s a bright side! Like infinite Halloweens! Hell yeah! Can’t wait for the day I see little kids waddling around in those Among Us costumes, you can get a kick outta that!” 

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“Wuh oh gamers, guess who doesn’t have a Halloween costume and has to put one together in a week!”

“Ahahahahaha, well~!”

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thecobraelite​:

“If that’s what you request then the reverse is also true-” “-As you know we’re not normal business men.” “We’ll keep our connection to you strictly business-” “-With no questions about each other’s lives from either side.” “This way we can all avoid getting into trouble.” The twirl their pens in between their fingers. “And it keeps your trouble from finding us-” “-And our trouble from finding you.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me.” Honestly, Vivil could care less about what these Cobra people do, so long as he and his brother are out of the crossfire. They just need to know enough to counter or evade them, and it sounds like they don’t even have the capacity to jump dimensions, so they already have that going for them. ...Though from the worried look he’s getting from Teddy, he supposes he has to address a couple things about it.

The puppet gives a sigh, before making a gesture towards the ventriloquist. “Well, I guess my brother does have some concerns. If you’re going to be using his designs, he’s wondering if he’s going to be told what you’re using them for, and if he’ll be credited for said design.” 

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sassy-wolf-satyr​:

She let herself slip into thought, trying to remember before she got captured. “I…don’t think so. Won’t hurt to check later when things die down, hm?” She looked at the duo, a look of distant worry on her face. If they managed to take her out of her homelands, who knows who else they have under lock and key.

“Let’s…not worry about that. You two have somewhere that I can crash tonight? I don’t exactly feel safe now that im technically on the loose.” She almost flinched at her own words. She hated feeling like a prisoner, despised it truly. “I’d rather travel in the morning anyhow.”

...Teddy can tell what she’s really thinking just from her expression, and honestly, he’s worried too. Their circus might not be the most...stable place, but from what he’s seen, people tend to treat freaks horribly. This isn’t even the first time he’s helped imprisoned beings from other circus escape their captors. If there are some folks that were left behind, he hopes they can hold out until they back...

The ventriloquist seems caught off guard by the following question, taking a moment to scramble for an answer. Oh god, what should he say? Yes? No??? Denying that they don’t would be weird, but saying yes is just as bad seeing as they don’t actually live in this dimension! He opens his mouth to try and give an evasive answer, but his brother gets to it first.

“...Yeah, we do,” the puppet responds, looking over to Midnight. “If you’re fine with following us, that is.” Teddy glances at Vivil with surprise. What is he doing...?  

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theotherrookie​:

“On another planet apparently. The fancy stuff could actually help you out, you know?”

Tell the computer engineer that modern technology is useless. That’s going to end well. But at this point the disagreements were starting to pile up much like the oddities, so she wasn’t even going to ask, she just wanted to be right.

“For instance, if you get your hands on a credit card, you can access way more money until it gets deactivated. Not to mention, the new ones only require you to just hold the damn thing out for a few seconds and skip all the usual bullshit.” She pushed her hair back, “They can track where you used it but you already stand out like hell anyways.”

...I mean, she’s technically not wrong about the ‘another planet’ thing, but they’re not going to say anything about it. Just another day of pretending not to be stranger than they already are... Vivil just gives Rookie a shrug with the assistance of his brother before continuing. “Who knows? We got better things to worry about.”

The puppet gives the woman a confused look, pausing for a moment. “...You know, for someone who doesn’t want us stealing, you sure are teaching us how to do it better.” Because let’s face it, this is probably not going to be the last time these two steal from someone, no matter how much good will they’re shown.

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⚖️ VIII - Justice : Fairness, impartiality, taking responsibility, weighing options, accepting consequences, understanding coincidences. (teddy and Vivil)

Tarot Card Symbols

You get a glimpse of a memory from many years ago…

...Viveroy is scared. He’s been hearing the demon so often lately, feeling it shift inside his throat, pressing against his skin as if threatening to burst free from his body. ...He thought it would have left sooner, but it’s been months since he’s summoned it...and though its requests are simple, that repetitive command... ‘Feed me’... It’s beginning to hold some...danger to it... 

Bad things have been happening around the circus. Customers have been...disappearing without a trace. Men, women, children...many, many children... People in blue uniforms have been roaming around a lot. His father says that they are ‘police officers’, and he should do what they say in order to help. ...He’s unfortunately familiar with the procedure. 

...But...why is this all happening...? He thought his wish would fix everything, that things would go back to normal...but now, there’s even less people coming to see the circus... Something’s not right. He’s been agreeing to the demon’s requests to be fed and eating more each time, but...is that what its really asking for? And...why are there so many gaps in his memory lately?

...Something’s definitely not right. He shouldn’t have been so hasty, he should have read more about the kinds of creatures that could be summoned before performing that ritual... Is it too late to look over that book again? ...He fears that everything he’s doing is being watched closely... Is there anything he can even do anymore...? 

“...Roy?” A voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he spins around to face the puppet sitting atop his bedside drawer. “...You okay?” his brother continues, his mouth unable to move with his words. “You’ve just been...staring at nothing for a while.”

“...” Viveroy opens his mouth to respond, but...his voice dies in his throat. He pauses for a moment, before nodding his head, forcing a smile on his face. “Y...Yeah...I-I’m fine...” he says softly, reaching for the dummy, slipping a hand into his back.

“You sure?” Tyler quickly counters, his jaw clacking softly with the action. 

“...M-Mhm...”

“...I don’t believe you...” The puppet lets out a sigh. “...You’ve been really jumpy lately. Something’s bothering you...but you aren’t telling me. Why? You know you can talk to me, bro.”

“...” He doesn’t even know what to tell him... Tyler doesn’t even know about the demon, just that he made a wish...and that it was granted. ...Where would he start if even he doesn’t have the full story? ...No...he can’t say anything about it...at least...not yet. “...Just...give me some time...”

His brother turns up to stare at him for a long moment. “...Alright. ...Just...let me know as soon as you’re ready to talk, okay?” 

“...Okay...” 

They sit in silence for a while...until Tyler speaks up once more. “...You wanna go practice? Could help clear your mind.” ...That’s...not a bad idea... He is kind of restless, and practicing usually gets him out of a bad mood. He gives his brother a small nod. “...Alright. Come on, let’s go then.”

And with that, the ventriloquist rises to his feet, taking the puppet with him as he moves to exit his room but all of a sudden, a deep, rumbling voice reverberates through his mind. “Feed me...”

Viveroy jolts, turning his head and quietly hissing out a response. “N-Not now!”

“Huh?” Tyler turns to look at his brother, looking as concerned as a ventriloquist dummy could look. “Did you say something?”

“What?” Oh no, this is bad, this is bad...! “N-N-No, I...!”

“Didn’t you hear me?” the voice grumbles, the sound feeling like it’s pushing against his skull, trying to escape. “I said...feed me.”

“Q-Quiet!”

“...Roy?”

“Stupid mortal!” The roar of outrage causes Viveroy to cry out, pain shooting through his head, causing him to stagger and nearly fall over. “You dare to speak to me in such a matter when you haven’t even paid off your debt? Wishes aren’t free, boy... For this act of insolence, I am in need of a...special meal.”

The ventriloquist whimpers, leaning on his bed to steady himself. “W-What are you t-t-talking about...? S-Special...?” Sounds...expensive... “W-We can’t afford something like t-that at the circus...” 

The voice is silent for a moment...before it lets out a dark chuckle...followed by another...then another, until the demon is in an uproar. “Ahahahahahaha! Quite the foolish one, aren’t you? Well, I suppose you are an entertainer...” The laughter fades, it’s tone shifting to a smooth purr. “On the contrary, boy. A place like this is full of meals...and the most special ones have already been cultivated... All you have to do...is allow me to feed.”

The way it words that sends a shiver down Viveroy’s spine. “W...What? W-What do you m-mean by that...?”

A deep sigh echoes through his head, shaking the foundations of mind. That coupled with his rising panic...is starting to make him feel dizzy. “Do I really need to spell it out for you, mortal? Hm? Your feeble little mind seriously cannot handle our nightly outings?” 

...The ventriloquist’s blood runs cold. “...O-O-Our...?”

“...Roy...?” Tyler pops up, his tone tinged with worry and anxiety. “Who are you talking to?”

The puppet goes ignored as the voice lets out a rumbling growl that makes Viveroy wince from the reverberations. “You’re starting to sound like a broken record, boy... No matter. You don’t need to understand my diet to fulfill your end of the bargain. All you need to do...is accept my request...just like you have been doing these past few months. It’s just that simple. So...what do you say...?”

...The man is stricken silent as he struggles to process the demon’s words. It’s flowery language, the way it dances around a straight answer...this is why it’s been getting away with all of this for so long. The feedings, the memory gaps, the missing people...it’s all related, isn’t it? ...He should have seen it sooner, but no, no, he’s just a stupid circus boy blinded by a granted wish, and now...! Now...he’s finally in fear of the consequences. 

What is this ‘special meal’ it wants? If it’s previous meals really were all of those...people then...what is a ‘special’ one? ...He can’t let it do this anymore... He never wanted anyone to get hurt, he just wanted his life back! If he knew this was the price he had to pay, then he...he...hhh... The ventriloquist swallows thickly. His mouth has gone dry with fear...but with a wavering voice, he manages to squeak out his response. “...N...N-No...”

“...” There’s a tense moment of silence...before the demon hisses with a cold fury. “What did you say? Perhaps I did not hear you correctly.” 

...Viveroy is scared out of his wits. He’s backed down to the demon many times before. He learned quickly that he shouldn’t oppose this supernatural force, or else he’d suffer its wrath...but he remains resolute in his decision. “I-I-I said no!” he squeaks out, clenching his trembling fist. “I d-don’t know what exactly y-y-you’ve been doing, b-but you have to s-s-stop! Can’t we just figure out s-something else?! Some o-other form of p-p-payment?!”

...The silence is just as unnerving as before...especially when the demon starts up that dark chuckle once more. “Hahahaha...oh dear stupid mortal...unfortunately...you are no longer the one pulling the strings.” 

“...!” Agonizing pain shoots through the ventriloquist’s head, and it alone is enough to push him to the brink of unconsciousness, darkness filling his vision. He must have collapsed and dropped his brother, for he can hear him yelling, but it sounds so distant... He can feel the demon shifting violently within him, spreading throughout every fiber of his being. It’s going to hurt someone again... 

He knows he should fight back. This is his body, his life, he should be the only taking control of it, right? ...But...it’s just...too strong... He can feel himself fading... He’s scared... He’s scared, he’s scared, he wishes this demon would just leave him alone! Leave, leave, leave, leave m-- leave h-- leave my brother alone! ...His mind goes blank.

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“...Tyler...? Is that you? Does you or your brother need somet--?”

“Can it, old man. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

“What do you mean?” Click. “...Tyler? ...Tyler, what is that you have there?”

“I said shut up! Be quiet, or else Viveroy will--”

Faraway voices start to rouse the ventriloquist out of his daze. Dull pain is still thudding through his head, his body twitching as a weak groan rising from his throat. The conversation abruptly stops as his gaze refocuses and he tunes back into reality. ...The sight before him causes him to freeze. A black tendril is snaked around his arm, keeping it extending straight forward...and clutched in his hand is his father’s gun...pointed right at its owner. 

Viveroy lets out a horrified gasp, jerking his arm away and trying to let go of the gun, but the tendril restricts tighter. He feels his other arm moving, and his brother comes into sight, the puppet’s arms reaching out to grasp the weapon. “DON’T LOOK, ROY!” he shouts, trying to block the other’s vision.

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” the ventriloquist screams back, desperately trying to yank his arm away. “S-STOP! WE’RE NOT S-SUPPOSED TO HAVE THIS, IT’S D-D-DANGEROUS!”

“I KNOW THAT! QUIT SQUIRMING, I’M DOING THIS FOR US!”

“N-NO! WHAT ARE YOU T-TALKING ABOUT?! YOU’RE S-S-SCARING ME!”

“...Boys...please don’t fight... Please put that down, and we can talk about whatever is upsetting you...” 

Their adoptive father’s pleas fall on deaf ears as the twins wrestle over control of the gun, one aiming to finish what he started, the other wishing to stop it completely. Viveroy desperately tries to point it away from anyone, but with his brother fighting against him and the demon encouraging it, the weapon’s aim slowly inches back onto it’s intended target...and despite him trying to pry his fingers away, the tendril constricts tighter and tighter...until...

BANG! The two go deathly still, stricken into silence as the gunshot rings out. It’s loud…much louder than the ones they use in the circus…and unfortunately, they have broken an all-important rule.. Never point a gun at another living being. 

A pained choking sound emits from their father, the man clutching his midsection, before he sinks to the floor. “D…DAD!” Viveroy screams, the weapon finally leaving his grasp and clattering to the floor as the tendril returns to its resting place inside his throat. The ventriloquist pays it no mind for now, collapsing to his knees and scrambling over to his fallen father. “N-No, no, no…!” He moves his hands over the other’s to try and help stop the bleeding, causing him to gasp his as blood trickles out between his fingers, making the younger boy let out a shaky exhale. “D-Dad? No…no, I’m…I-I’m sorry, I d-d-didn’t—!”

“It’s…” the man quickly hisses, cutting his son off, trembling in pain as he struggles to get the words out. “It’s okay…son… It’s not your fault… None of this…was your fault… Re…member…that…” A weak sigh escapes between his lips, a shudder running through his body…before he lies still.

“…Dad…?” …Viveroy doesn’t know why, but tears have begun to run down his face. He’ll…be okay, right…? He was okay after that bad person hurt him, his dad will be okay as well, right? …So…why does this feel like losing his parents all over again?

The young man’s blood goes cold, his body shaking as he stares wide-eyed at the ground. How…How could he…? He didn’t mean for this to happen, he didn’t mean to pull the—

“I pulled the trigger.”

Viveroy’s head shoots up towards the puppet still attached to his hand. “W…What…?”

“I pulled the trigger,” Tyler repeats, putting emphasis on the statement, his tone cold and heavy.

“...Y...You...?” But...whose hand was on the gun? It was clearly-- “B-But--”

“I PULLED THE TRIGGER, ROY!” The ventriloquist is taken aback as his brother snarls with a ferocity he’s never heard from him before, even in their worst moments.

“...” He sniffles, his body trembling with fear. His... Tyler...did that...? “B-But...But w-why...?” 

“...” The puppet is silent for a long moment, before he begins to speak, quiet at first, shaky and unconvinced...before he grows confident, louder in volume. “He was...bad... S...Sick...and twisted...just like...just like the rest of humanity... People are cruel and selfish, little brother... We’ve known this from the start. And Pops-- ...that...man...was just another person who needed to be put down.”

...Viveroy...can’t believe what he’s hearing... “I d-don’t...” he swallows thickly, fresh tears brimming in his eyes. “I-I don’t...u-u-understand...”

“...You don’t need to.” The ventriloquist’s arm tugs against his body, forcing him to spin around to follow the way the puppet is pulling. “From now on, all you need to do...is listen to what I say. Okay?” 

“H...H-Huh...? B-B-But--”

“JUST DO IT, ROY!” his brother roars, causing him to jolt, shrinking away with a fearful look in his eyes. Tyler glances back at him, his tone softening when he sees the expression on his face. “...It will be okay, as long as you do everything I say. ...You trust me...don’t you...?”

“...I...” ...He... His...His brother...has never led him astray before...if he knows what he’s doing, then...no more arguing... “...I t-trust you...”

“Good. ...Now...we need to get away from here. Quickly, we have to grab what’s important and run, understand? No time for questions.”

“...Y-Yes...brother...” ...All of this, the death, the tragedy, the abuse...was all because a man with a desperate desire didn’t understand the consequences of the deadly deal he found himself making...and if he didn’t understand them, how could he ever accept them? ...Well...if he can’t take responsibility...then his twin brother should make a good substitute. 

...The memory ends there.