#🎮 @ my worst ;; self para

[fluggerbutterr]

one of us is going down — a self para

featuring @fluggerbutterr & @middleduckdewey

tw: fighting, violence, alcohol & blood

Randy was spiraling, but it was in a way different than usual. He was recently having lots of ups and downs, where he would drink to ignore his problems, then feel guilty about his mistakes and want to do better. He couldn’t decide why alcohol was the solution, why that was his go to, but it somehow worked; it made him both a better and a worse person at the same time.

He downed his last beer while texting Wendy, asking her to meet him at Litwack’s, knowing her company would help him feel a little less lonely. Would she be mad that he was drinking? He didn’t know, but he wasn’t drunk, at least he didn’t think he was.

He paid his tab and left the bar, walking to the arcade and feeling a little edgy. Perhaps it was because of his last interaction at LitWack’s, how just a few days ago he had seen Tinsley kissing someone there right in front of him. It somehow struck a nerve, making him feel shittier than he already felt. He was kissing Wendy, though, so why did it matter? Didn’t he want her to move on? Deep down, he didn’t, because he hadn’t fully moved on, himself. He selfishly broke up with Tinsley, but also selfishly didn’t want her to find someone else.

It wasn’t just the kiss, though — it was the way she kissed him, the way she pressed herself against him as if her life depended on it. Was she doing it on purpose, because she knew he was there, or had she already truly moved on? The answer really didn’t matter, but something about it still didn’t sit with him well.

It was ironic that he was still thinking about this as he got to LitWack’s, because the person on the receiving end of the kiss was standing right outside the doors, leaned against the wall of the building and seemingly waiting for his ex.

Dewey had been invited to come back to LitWack’s by Tinsley, and he was waiting for her to get there. To kill some time, he was scrolling through TikTok on his phone, completely unaware that Tinsley’s ex boyfriend had just spotted him.

Randy felt a small fuel of hatred rise inside of him. 

“Waiting for someone?” Randy asked as he approached Dewey, despite already knowing the answer. Dewey’s focus was broken, and he looked up from his phone with narrowed eyebrows, stuffing his phone in his pocket. For a moment, neither of them said anything; Randy was staring intensely at Dewey, and Dewey was looking Randy up and down, judging everything about the guy. He wanted to fuck with him, to be a smart ass and piss him off further, even if that wasn’t the smartest idea.

“Hmmm.. Am I waiting for someone?” Dewey repeated sarcastically, bringing his hand to his chin and making his typical thinking face for a moment. “Hmm… Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Randy rolled his eyes, “Oh, you think you’re funny? Never thought Tinsley was into comedians.”

Dewey smirked, obviously enjoying this. If Randy Fluggerbutter was going to start something, Dewey would gladly finish it.

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? Maybe after you dumped her, she realized her type isn’t self-absorbed douche bags anymore,” Dewey snapped back, a little too quick to defend her but not caring. He barely knew Randy, but was already tired of him playing the victim, of causing all the chaos and letting Tinsley fall into the consequences of his actions.

Randy wasn’t sure what he expected when confronting Dewey; surely, though, it wasn’t this. Dewey obviously wasn’t aware that Randy had been drinking, but Randy didn’t need the guy to know that, knowing it would only cause more trouble.

Randy shook his head, unable to help himself as he brought up both hands and pushed Dewey, watching as his back hit the wall of LitWack’s. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about, dude.”

Dewey was taken by surprise as he was pushed into the wall; his back hit the building pretty hard, and he had to force himself to not let out a noise from the pain. “I don’t know what I’m talking about? I think Tinsley told me enough to understand the situation,” he answered as he bravely took a step forward, pushing Randy back.

Randy stumbled back a little bit, glaring at Dewey. If he wanted a war, he was going to get it. He was about ready to say something back when Dewey decided to chime in again, “All I’m saying is, I hope you don’t make the same mistake twice with this other girl, but it looks like you have a track record of fucking up.” Dewey shrugged his shoulders casually as he said this, but the moment Dewey brought Wendy into this, it was game over.

Randy brought up his fist and punched Dewey in the face, and Dewey barely had time to react. He stumbled back and covered his face with his hand, wincing at the immediate pain he felt. Randy shook his hand as he felt the pain in his knuckles, but he had a feeling this was only the beginning.

“What the fuck was that for?” Dewey asked, his hand covering one eye. He used his good eye to look at Randy, and part of him feared what was to come next. Dewey was an adventurer, but a fight was never really his thing. For Tinsley, though, he wouldn’t mind throwing a punch or two for her. 

Randy laughed at the question, and before he could say anything Dewey decided to get a hit on him, himself. He uncovered his eye and punched Randy in the jaw, watching the guy stumble back again. Randy hadn’t expected a hit back, but he still had more momentum in him to keep things going.

“You’re really in over your head,” Randy chuckled, stepping closer to Dewey and pushing him back against the wall. He had one hand holding Dewey by his t shirt now, looking into his smug face and continuing, “You’re so into Tinsley that you don’t even see what’s right in front of you. She’s crazy, bro. I’ve known her way longer than you have, so here’s some advice: get away from her while you still can. She’s gonna tear your life apart.”

Dewey was disgusted; not only could he now smell the alcohol on Randy’s breath, but he also thought that Randy just had a warped perception of Tinsley. To him, he sounded absolutely crazy. How could she tear him apart? So far, all she’d done was bring him back together, having been torn apart by Fawn ever since the break up.

Taking the chance while he could, Dewey quickly brought his leg up to knee Randy in the groin. A painful groan escaped Randy’s lips, and he let go of Dewey to kneel on the ground, his hands covering his crotch as he waited for the pain to subside.

Dewey had the upper hand now, he thought to himself, but he kept thinking about how he wasn’t a violent person like this. What would Tinsley think? He wanted to be on her good side, to treat her right and be happy with her. It seemed like the only one who would tear them apart was the person right in front of him, Tinsley’s drunk ex boyfriend.

Randy was still in pain, but his adrenaline was pumping and he wasn’t ready to let Dewey get away. Wincing, he stood up and pushed Dewey again, this time hard enough for him to fall to the ground. Randy kneeled back down, hovering over Dewey and punched him again, no longer needing any words to go along with the action. He was pushed to the point of no return, and after a few punches he could see blood trickling from Dewey’s nose. Dewey had no way of getting up or defending himself, trying to attempt to block his fist from his face but there was no use. People were beginning to circle the two outside of LitWack’s by now, and after a few more punches, someone was getting Randy off of Dewey and pulling him away. Dewey could barely see by now, squinting his eyes painfully as blood covered his face and stained his shirt. Instead of getting up, he stayed laying on the ground, accepting his loss and waiting for someone to help him up.