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wow, ii'm really tiired... maybe ju2t clo2iing my eye2 for a miinute will be good....

ju2t a liittle whiile.... yeah...

no.

ii have two 2tay up. ii'm better than thii2. 2he'll be here 2oon. ii can waiit.

everythiing'2 fiine.

g0dammit y0u d0nt have time f0r this shit!

i run 0ut the d00r, running int0 the water

if i had the the time i w0uld be laughing ab0ut h0w my dress p00fed up when i was waist-deep, but n0w isnt the time

i g0 underwater and began t0 swim quickly t0wards the shore, waving the my c0nfused sharkmom

ill have t0 explain later

0h g0d i hate swimming 0h g0d ew

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ii wa2 leaniing on the de2k wiith my one good arm, but ii pu2hed my2elf back up when AA 2aiid 2he wa2 gonna come over.

ii diidn't know iif ii could 2tay upriight.

ii 2tumbled over two the wall and leaned on iit, 2lowly 2liidiing down untiil ii wa2 2iittiing on the ground.

hopefully ii'll be able two 2tay con2ciiou2 untiil 2he get2 here.

that 2eem2 le22 liikely wiith each pa22iing 2econd.

0kay ill have t0 swim 

s0 s0rry if i l00k awful

please please d0nt die s0llux

i l0gged 0ff and cl0sed my huskt0p

g0d i sh0uld have shaved my legs last night

i make a sh0rt st0p t0 the bathr00m and c0llect all 0f my medical supplies that i 0wn and make my way d0wnstairs, st0pping in fr0nt 0f the d00r

0kay aradia y0u can do this….d0 it f0r s0llux

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ok, um...

ok, ii'm not gonna 2ay no two that.

cau2e iit'2 probably iin nobody'2 be2t iintere2t.

ii'll ju2t... waiit, ii gue22.

n0 y0u are n0t

0h g0d

what am i g0nna d0

i 

i cant just let my best friend die!!!

i

…

im c0ming 0ver

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ii'm fiine.

iidk, ii'm kiind of liightheaded, but whatever.

can't really feel my arm. ii thiink the nerve2 miight have been fucked up? iidk.

ii'm fiine.

0h

0h my g0d

are y0u hurt?

0h my g0d 

0h g0d 0h g0d 0h g0d

h0w badly are y0u hurt?

d0 y0u need me t0 send y0u 0ver anything?

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2he came over and fliiped her 2hiit.

broke my hand.

and then 2he wa2 2creamiing and fliippiing more 2hiit and then 2he de2troyed the re2t of my arm, threw me on the ground and left. ii wa2 kiind of dii2tracted 2o that2 a2 good a2 ii can get.

Pro6a6ly explains why I’ve had all functions activated.

And validifies my surveys.

Tell me more, 6luefold.

I mean Sollux.

I need to fix that 6ias.

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a certaiin yellowblood got pii22ed.

Sounds painful.

Well I’ll leave you t

Wait.

I should ask how this happened.

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what? don't cry.

nothiing'2 wrong, ii'm not bleediing heaviily or anythiing.

my bone2 are perfectly iin tact.

pr0bably maybe?

0kay s0llux capt0r y0u have exactly ten sec0nds t0 tell me what is wr0ng bef0re i either start getting angry 0r i start crying

either way it wont be a pretty scene

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mo2tly 2hattered bone2.

a few ga2he2, iidk.

Did you get a few 6oo 6oos? Aww, how sad.

Wait, no, 6ias. I’m trying to not 6e Vriska.

Descri6e what you can, idiot. That can mean multiple paper cuts for all I know.

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2orry, ii forgot about the miilk.

ii'm fiine.

probably.

maybe.

0kay first 0f all i am still waiting 0n that milk

i had t0 drink fucking p0wdered milk f0r dinner

it was disgusting

and sec0nd 0f all what the fuck are y0u talking ab0ut?

are y0u hurt?

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arisengrievous replied to your post:how much blood ii2 a rea2onable ammount two lo2e?

Depends on your injury.

multiiple iinjuriie2.

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how much blood ii2 a rea2onable ammount two lo2e?

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my entiire body ii2 iin paiin.

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2omethiing'2 happeniing two her, but ii'm two dii2tracted by object2 flyiing at me two care at all. ii'm more worriied about my liife at thii2 poiint.

iit look2 liike 2he miight giive up. 2he'2 iin paiin, but 2he doe2n't 2top, and 2uddenly ii'm in the aiir. thii2 doe2n't look good for me.

vrii2ka! holy 2hiit, vrii2ka! do you want liike an apology or 2omethiing? ii can apologiize! put me down! ju2t fuckiing put me down! ii'm 2orry!

ii can't even tell iif ii actually meant that apology or iif ii'm ju2t 2o de2perate two not diie liike thii2 that ii managed two make iit beliievable 2omehow. ii'd rather not que2tiion that riight now, though.

I stop screaming, just for a moment, something’s wrong, can’t think, head hurts, fuck fuck fuck fuck.

6ut then I go at it again. I scream and yell, making my throat 6urn with strain, arms glowing 6right yellow as o6jects all around us rise into the air.

I resist the urge to thrash, 6ut it only makes the new 6urn worse.

My eyes.

They feel.

On fire.

Not like the 6urns in my throat, 6ut a feeling of literal fire…

Yet I push on. I exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, none working to calm myself down.

He asks me what I want, heard under my screams.

I can’t answer that anymore.

I launch something in his direction, missing, 6ut purposefully. Then something large—the exertion is painful—followed 6y more and more just flying in whichever direction they please.

It hurts.

Oh gods, it hurts.

And then I pick him up……

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my jaw'2 clenched tiightly, and ii don't even have the energy two 2cream anymore. ju2t paiined grunt2.

ii fliinch 2liightly at each of the hunk2 beiing thrown at me, untiil eventually ii can't do iit anymore.

alriight! al-fuckiing-riight! what do you want?

what do you want from me?

ii try two 2hout louder than her 2creamiing, but ii don't know iif iit worked.

Oh, isn’t that sad? Your hand’s 6ecome useless.

What a shame.

Shame, shame shame!

Shame! So much shame!

Now I send another chunk into his forearm, screaming as if to mock his pain, then another at the joint, followed by one final chunk of flooring at his upper arm…

6ut then I’m still screaming, hurling more hunks of floor at him, 6ut just 6arely missing……

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a2 much a2 ii try two hold back any 2cream2, ii 2tiill faiil.

the paiin 2hoot2 up my arm and my free hand form2 a tiight fii2t, my naiil2 diig iintwo my 2kiin deep enough two draw blood.

ii lean on the wall more two keep my2elf 2tandiing. iit'2 not workiing that well.

ii'd a2k her what 2he'2 actually gaiiniing from thii2, but ii can't 2eem two form word2. ju2t uniintelliigable grunt2.

more 2cream2, though le22 iinten2e than the la2t one2. that'2 a liie. they're at lea2t twiice a2 loud thii2 tiime.

fuck, 2he'2 iin2ane. why diid ii piick her two me22 wiith?

2uddenly my hand ii2 beiing cru2hed, and a ma22iive wave of paiin 2hoot2 through my arm, and after a moment iit feel2 almo2t numb. whether or not iit'2 actually numb, or ju2t 2o paiinful that you can't tell how bad iit really hurt2 ii2 a my2tery two you.

ii loo2en the fii2t that my free hand formed and u2e iit two try two free my 2hattered hand, but two no avaiil.

Then let’s make the world go 6lind.

Gods, yes. He’s losing that shit attitude of his. My lips curl into a wicked grin.

Let’s 6reak a 6one for every moment of pain.

And so I take the 6astard’s hand, snapping part of his finger.

Translate mental trauma to physical horror.

Another 6one up that finger snaps under my grip.

And now the strings are mine to pull and cut…

I decide that this is too slow, so my next move pulls a chunk of flooring out and crushes his hand against the wall.

So why not cut the string that 6ears the wretched hand?

Am I taking too much pleasure out of this?

Nah. Never. He deserves it.

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ii try two pu2h my2elf back up two my feet, but the iimpact of the chaiir knock2 me back two the ground. ii let out a few jumbled 2wear2.

ii look around quiickly two 2ee iif there'2 anywhere el2e ii can take cover.

nowhere.

fuck. ii'm fucked. ii fucked up.

ii 2truggle two get on my feet agaiin and 2tumble two the wall, leaniing heaviily on iit two 2upport my2elf.

my 2houlder'2 bleediing a lot more than ii expected.

ii undere2tiimated her.

ok. you've made your poiint. we can negotiiate 2omethiing. you don't have two kiill me. an eye for an eye make2 the world bliind or whatever iit ii2. let'2 not do that.

I couldn’t see him for a few moments, so he must have 6een hit. Good. He needs to suffer.

I hasten my approach, picking something up along the way…A desk chair? Eh, it’ll do. This feels good.

Low, and almost monotone, words roll off my tongue.

A sweep wasted in guilt over shit I never caused.

A sweep under the strings of a 6astard puppeteer.

I’m done with your shit, Captor.

I fling the chair at him, hoping a little that he’ll scream for me.

Gods, this feels amazing.

I need to do it again.

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a rock graze2 pa2t my left side, not cuttiing deep, becau2e iit had two go through my 2hiirt fiir2t, but there'2 2tiill 2ome blood.

at lea2t ii 2tiill have my balance.

ii quiickly take cover behiind my de2k chaiir, hopiing that iit'2 enough to avoiid 2eriiou2 iinjury.

except iit'2 not quiite that good.

another rock manage2 two hiit my 2houlder whiile ii'm peekiing out of cover, effectiively knockiing me back on the ground.

maybe telliing her wa2n't the be2t iidea...

thii2 wa2 funniier when iit wa2n't iin per2on.

The moment the 6loulder 6eneath my feet stops moving, I orient myself upright and spread my arms, sending the swirling rocks in every direction. Did any hit him? I don’t know. I’m just here to wreck his shit for this specific moment.

6esides, I can’t control myself.

I’m uncanny.

And 6efore I know it, I’m prying rocks from the 6oulder, moving in whatever direction I assume Sollux is in, hurling chunk after chunk…

He’s pro6a6ly acting pretty smug right now.

Unless he’s 6een hit.

I wouldn’t know.