#I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS DKDKDMSMSSKOE I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG

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Bad Sketch comic. Of the Mike's. For the silly's. (And because I was too sick to do anything else today.)

Hope you like it! :3 (Inferno Mike immediately assumes that because you're Mike is alive and like well looking that he probably didn't kill his brother. And of course Inferno Mike wouldn't Help his dad so it's in his opinion a very funny joke to imply HH Mike would.)

I LOVE THE IMAGERY IN THIS SO MUCH IT'S AMAZING KSEKDMSKSO I'M SO FERAL ABT IT!!!! AHHHHHH, LIKE THE SMOKE SHOWING INFERNO MIKE'S FACE??? AND THE FOX TEETH OHHHH MY GOD

SORRY THAT I TOOK MONTHS TO REPLY TO THIS i was gonna draw a comic for this but instead the writing bug bit me so have this, the narrative refers to Inferno! Mike as "the other Mike" :)

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Michael didn't know what to say to the other, scooped, purple Mike. He was almost speechless -- his lips quivering with anticipation.

"I-I can't tell if you're joking or what," He said, his body tensing up in his seat. Oh god, he's so bad at this. He nervously clicked his tongue. "But no."

The other Mike looked confused, taking a whiff of his cigarette first before he spoke. "Sorry?"

"You're wrong," Michael blurted out, shaking his head. He didn't mean for it to come off too harshly, but the emotion carried him away. "I still killed my little brother, and I'm not proud of that. I'll never be. I still, somehow, helped my dad do awful things and thought he wouldn't do anything wrong at all. I fought for his 'innocence'. I'm no better. I'm just as bad as he was."

He sighed. "I still miss him, my little brother Evan. Everyday, I wish I could've changed something about that event. Wishing to punch myself into oblivion, hoping it would fix it. But that's just wishful thinking at this point."

The other Mike -- listening attentively -- was speechless, hearing the other man he thought would've been a better man than he was, saying things out loud like that to him.

He paused, letting the cheap cigarette in his hand burn to a crisp. "So... we're not too different, after all."

"...yeah." Michael softly responded, blankly staring at the ground beneath them. "I wish you never had to go through what you had to go through, though. I think you deserve to be alive, too. Well, at least... not have to suffer for it."

"There's probably a reason why you got out of it in one piece, then." The other Mike said, throwing the cigarette butt to the ground and stomping on it with his shoe.

Michael couldn't help but let out a snort, his body finally feeling much looser. "Dumb luck, I'd say."

"At least you get to look cool on Halloween, I guess," He lightly joked, but part of him felt bad for it. "Sorry, horrible joke, I know."

The other Mike chuckled back. "Funny you say that, considering that's probably my favorite day of the year. A day where I don't get looked at weirdly for the twentieth time."

"That, and I get free candy and gum. Which is nice." He added.

"It's not too much work trying to get around, is it?" Michael sadly looked at him.

"Yeah. Even though I feel like with one wrong move, my bones and skin are going to rattle and fall apart, at some point you just... Get used to it, I guess." The other Mike said, shrugging his shoulders. "Not like I have anything better to do with my fucked up life, right?"

"...yeah." Michael said, finding himself staring at the ground again. "I think you're a very resilient person, Mike. Or Michael. Whatever works."

He continued after he softly chuckled. "The fact that you continue to go on, despite everything going against you, it's... commendable. I know you probably hate yourself, and I... understand that. But the fact that you choose to continue marching on, continue to try and live and fix everything, it's... I really can't help but admire you for what it's worth."

"Ha, you flatter me too much when I'm just some rotting corpse walking around here." The other Mike let out a chuckle, his wide, rotting grin curling around his mouth.

"I'm being honest!" Michael insisted, smiling awkwardly. "For what it's worth, it's nice knowing someone that knows what it's like to have circumstances as... absurd as ours."

"Yeah. It's a nice thought." The other Mike nodded along, his voice softened as he stared to the ground.

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Oh my God I love you're writing!!! You got my Michael exactly right!!! They're so silly!! I love your Michael Trying to be like so polite, About like the Halloween joke and stuff and my Mike just does not care. Guy is just happy to have someone who kind of gets. Thank you so so much for making this!!!

Bad Sketch comic. Of the Mike's. For the silly's. (And because I was too sick to do anything else today.)

Hope you like it! :3 (Inferno Mike immediately assumes that because you're Mike is alive and like well looking that he probably didn't kill his brother. And of course Inferno Mike wouldn't Help his dad so it's in his opinion a very funny joke to imply HH Mike would.)

I LOVE THE IMAGERY IN THIS SO MUCH IT'S AMAZING KSEKDMSKSO I'M SO FERAL ABT IT!!!! AHHHHHH, LIKE THE SMOKE SHOWING INFERNO MIKE'S FACE??? AND THE FOX TEETH OHHHH MY GOD

SORRY THAT I TOOK MONTHS TO REPLY TO THIS i was gonna draw a comic for this but instead the writing bug bit me so have this, the narrative refers to Inferno! Mike as "the other Mike" :)

"I-I can't tell if you're joking or what," He said, his body tensing up in his seat. Oh god, he's so bad at this. He nervously clicked his tongue. "But no."

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Michael didn't know what to say to the other, scooped, purple Mike. He was almost speechless -- his lips quivering with anticipation.

The other Mike looked confused, taking a whiff of his cigarette first before he spoke. "Sorry?"

"You're wrong," Michael blurted out, shaking his head. He didn't mean for it to come off too harshly, but the emotion carried him away. "I still killed my little brother, and I'm not proud of that. I'll never be. I still, somehow, helped my dad do awful things and thought he wouldn't do anything wrong at all. I fought for his 'innocence'. I'm no better. I'm just as bad as he was."

He sighed. "I still miss him, my little brother Evan. Everyday, I wish I could've changed something about that event. Wishing to punch myself into oblivion, hoping it would fix it. But that's just wishful thinking at this point."

The other Mike -- listening attentively -- was speechless, hearing the other man he thought would've been a better man than he was, saying things out loud like that to him.

He paused, letting the cheap cigarette in his hand burn to a crisp. "So... we're not too different, after all."

"...yeah." Michael softly responded, blankly staring at the ground beneath them. "I wish you never had to go through what you had to go through, though. I think you deserve to be alive, too. Well, at least... not have to suffer for it."

"There's probably a reason why you got out of it in one piece, then." The other Mike said, throwing the cigarette butt to the ground and stomping on it with his shoe.

Michael couldn't help but let out a snort, his body finally feeling much looser. "Dumb luck, I'd say."

"At least you get to look cool on Halloween, I guess," He lightly joked, but part of him felt bad for it. "Sorry, horrible joke, I know."

The other Mike chuckled back. "Funny you say that, considering that's probably my favorite day of the year. A day where I don't get looked at weirdly for the twentieth time."

"That, and I get free candy and gum. Which is nice." He added.

"It's not too much work trying to get around, is it?" Michael sadly looked at him.

"Yeah. Even though I feel like with one wrong move, my bones and skin are going to rattle and fall apart, at some point you just... Get used to it, I guess." The other Mike said, shrugging his shoulders. "Not like I have anything better to do with my fucked up life, right?"

"...yeah." Michael said, finding himself staring at the ground again. "I think you're a very resilient person, Mike. Or Michael. Whatever works."

He continued after he softly chuckled. "The fact that you continue to go on, despite everything going against you, it's... commendable. I know you probably hate yourself, and I... understand that. But the fact that you choose to continue marching on, continue to try and live and fix everything, it's... I really can't help but admire you for what it's worth."

"Ha, you flatter me too much when I'm just some rotting corpse walking around here." The other Mike let out a chuckle, his wide, rotting grin curling around his mouth.

"I'm being honest!" Michael insisted, smiling awkwardly. "For what it's worth, it's nice knowing someone that knows what it's like to have circumstances as... absurd as ours."

"Yeah. It's a nice thought." The other Mike nodded along, his voice softened as he stared to the ground.