#ive been gone fO R SO LONG

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Insert Coin - Chapter 3.d / Series Masterlist

“It could be awkward for the others to see me leaving your cottage,” Hajime spoke in the silence after Monokuma’s morning announcement, “The last thing we want is for someone to make… assumptions about us.”

“Just don’t let it come off awkward,” (Y/n) giggled as she pulled on her shoes, “It’s easy!”

“I don’t see how ‘just don't’ is a valid way of avoiding awkwardness…”

“Nobody can make fun of you if they don’t know what you’re doing wrong,” the girl stood, hand on the doorknob of her cottage, “In other words, if you’re confident, people won’t poke holes in what you’re doing! I’ve seen people walk into movies without getting tickets because they were just super confident. Look like you know what you’re doing and people will leave you alone,” she pulled the door open, letting Hajime out first, “Except Hiyoko.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Hajime hesitated as he walked off, but his posture suggested an allusion of bullheadedness unmatched by even Kazuichi. And, just as he’d desired, nobody approached him with teasing remarks or questions as he went to his own cottage to change. He could’ve done so while (Y/n) was changing in the bathroom, but apparently, her furniture was especially distracting - locking him in place on her bed.

Upon entering the dining hall, (Y/n) was struck into stunned silence. Her eyes widening in shock at the scene before her - Akane was wailing over the possible upcoming death of Nekomaru, Ibuki was mindlessly nodding along to any rude thing Hiyoko said, and Nagito… Nagito wasn’t even there.

Approaching Sonia, (Y/n) quirked a brow as she gestured to the group, “You know what their deal is?”

Shaking her head, the princess crossed his arms as she stared over her peers sadly, “Mikan said they feel warm, well, besides the obvious… ailments.”

“(Y/n)...” a loud groan came from behind the pair, both turning to see a paler-than-usual, sweaty, miserable Nagito stumbling over to them, “You look so disgusting today! So irrevocably horrific I can’t stand it, I hate that I have to see you! My day was perfect until I saw you!”

“Nagito, what the hell?” Hajime spat from the doorway, brows furrowed at the luck's rudeness, “She’s been nothing but nice to you this entire time- "

“What if he’s sick too?”

“Huh?”

“I feel fine!”

“Look at Akane and Ibuki,” (Y/n) pat her friend’s shoulder, she was ever so grateful for Hajime stepping in even though it probably wasn’t necessary, “they’re acting totally different from usual. It probably wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say Nagito was affected as well,” she placed a hand over the sickly boy’s forehead, “He’s warm too. He was warm yesterday.”

“No, I wasn’t!” Nagito’s breath grew ragged, sweating profusely in (Y/n)’s grasp, “I’m perfectly fine! Don’t touch me! I’d rather die than let you touch me!”

His eyes widened before rolling back, spittle flying from his mouth as he fell back - landing on the dining hall floor with a harsh ‘thud’. Rushing down to his side, (Y/n) took up the convulsing boy’s head and cradled it, looking to the Ultimate Nurse for guidance when loud giggling interrupted the group.

Monokuma held his little conniving paws in front of his mouth, clearly finding enjoyment out of the group’s hazy confusion, “Oh, dear! It seems that some of your friends have caught the Despair Disease!” at the group’s continued confusion, he huffed, forcing on a charisma of television’s finest host, “Surprise! It's your next motive! Ibuki has the Gullible Disease, Akane has the Coward Disease, and Nagito has the Liar Disease!" he gave a last few giggles and a warning of it being contagious before disappearing.

“Hajime, lift Nagito with me,” (Y/n) instructed, taking up the unconscious boy’s body as carefully as she could while speaking to the group, “Mikan, there’s a hospital on the third island, right?”

"R-r-right, we could c-care for them th-there," Mikan nodded.

As the group headed out, some straying farther away than others in fear of catching the Despair Disease, (Y/n) thought back to the things Nagito had said to her. It was silly, especially in a scenario such as theirs - but she couldn’t help but be transfixed on what he meant behind his lies.

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Once everyone had been settled in the hospital and the communication device was being worked on by Kazuichi, (Y/n) found herself in a difficult situation. Jammed between two friends she cared for deeply.

“Hajime, you can’t be serious right now. He has the Liar’s Disease.”

“(Y/n)’s exactly wrong. She’s too stupid to figure it out.”

“He said he wanted me gone.”

“Hajime,” she muttered, taking the bridge of her nose between forefinger and thumb, “What do you think Liar’s Disease means?”

“It still hurt,” Hajime crossed his arms before turning towards the door, “I’m going to find Mikan…”

“Ask her to do another check-up on Nagito when she has the chance, please? He’s doing worse than the others and I’m not sure why,” (Y/n) had an inkling, but she shouldn’t spill secrets so openly.

A mere nod and Hajime was walking out, Nagito smiling as he spoke, “You’ve been such a nuisance this entire time. I need a better caretaker.”

It took a brief mental translation before (Y/n)’s heart was warming, “Oh, how sweet, I’m glad to be of service.”

“I really do hate your face, it’s hideous.”

“Never thought I’d take that as a compliment but there’s a first for everything, right?”

Upon Mikan’s entrance to the room she glanced between the patient and caretaker, her fingers racking together as she stepped towards Nagito’s IV, “H-how has he b-been doing?”

“Not well, he’s been talking about being extremely hot and keeps saying he feels great.”

“I…” Nagito’s eyes fluttered, coughing as he spoke, “I feel… amazing… my vision is perfectly clear too, how incredible… so hot…”

“There’s spare blankets in the storage room, correct? I can grab some,” (Y/n) rose from her seat as Mikan gingerly took the boy’s temperature.

Hospitals sickened her deeply. The scent of sterilization and the shiny linoleum floors sent shivers down her spine at something so macabre. Lying in the beds where others have died didn’t exactly sound like good motivation for healing. This hospital was barely different - grime in the grouts and dirt collecting on surfaces not touched in however long the building had been here. Not that it helped.

If anything, it was only more bizarre and discombobulating fashioned as an abandoned hospital than a lively one. And she tried to avoid the disturbing scene playing behind plexiglass beside her in the hall best she could.

Fuyuhiko and (Y/n) arrived at the storage room synchronistically, giving each other a stare before shaking themselves out of their respective trances and entering the small, dimly lit room.

The blond spared a glance to the peacekeeper, “How’s uh- " he grimaced, hating the man attached to the name he was about to spew, “How’s Nagito?”

“Not well,” (Y/n) took out two folded blankets before handing one to Fuyuhiko, “Mikan’s checking up on him right now. He’s been looking worse than the others, I’ve noticed - it’s a little worrying. What about Akane?”

Fuyuhiko’s face fell at the reminder of his patient, “Louder than what I’m used to from her,” he held up the blanket in his grasp, “She’s soaked through two of these fuckin’ things already.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” (Y/n) muttered sympathetically, patting Fuyuhiko’s back, “Good luck with all that, eh? I’ll be with Nagito if you need any help,” her chest ached at the blond’s new eyepatch, “Make sure you take of yourself, alright?”

Flustered, Fuyuhiko looked away from the girl, “I’ll be fine.”

“Glad to hear it, but, if you ever need help - we’re all here for you.”

“I didn’t come to sing kumbaya in the storage closet,” the short boy snarked before stalking off.

“Fair,” (Y/n) sighed, largely to herself, before following his example and heading back to Nagito’s room.

By the time she’d arrived, Nagito was already fast asleep with Mikan nervously watching over him - switching between his body and his vitals. The poor nurse jumping when (Y/n)’s voice suddenly peeked out in the silence - asking if she was clear to lay the blanket over their patient.

“Ah!” Mikan calmed down once she saw who it was, a hand coming up and over her chest, “(Y/n)! Y-you sca-scared me…”

“Sorry,” the girl chuckled, hoping to release the awkward tension, “Am I though? Good to put down the blanket? I don’t wanna screw with anything.”

“You-you’ll be good… just be c-careful of his l-left arm…” Mikan pointed to the IVs attached to Nagito.

Nodding, the peacekeeper carefully laid the blanket over the shivering boy’s body, tucking it where she deemed necessary. Pity plundered her poor pattering heart at the distressed furrow in his brows. She sat at one of the stools around the Ultimate Luck’s bedside, taking his right hand and brushing her thumb over the bony knuckles.

She didn’t think Despair Disease would work so heavily with his cancer and dementia. It was worse than his luck cycle, it was God pointing and laughing at a young man who had been delivered pain merely for existing.

“He sh-should be fine for n-now,” Mikan nodded to herself, still checking Nagito's vitals, “He’ll be out fo-for a while… if an-anything like th-that happens, let me know!” even her exclamations sounded so timid in her soft voice.

“In seconds,” (Y/n) confirmed, still focused on the ill boy trapped in his hospital bed, just before the nurse left she called to her, “Hey, Mikan? Thank you. It’s admirable how quickly you stepped up to do this, I’m sure the others feel the same too.”

“It’s n-nothing, really…” Mikan smiled softly to herself despite the dismissal, a light blush festering over her cheeks, “B-but thank you!”

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HEY TUMBLR WHY ARE U LITERALLY THE WORST

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alright 4 5 6 9 10 29 30 31. get to TYPING!!!!!

WTF DAM GIRL. Yes your shittines right away your dicklessness. On it shit lips.

All under the cut

Pride ask game

4. Past labels you’ve used?

Bi demigirl nonbinary uhm i honestly dont member gendervoid i think at sm point astrogender phoebian uhm lol i rlly don mbr

5. How long have you been using your current labels?

Uhm lesbian for like what 4? 3? Years no actually longer but i went back to iding as bi for a while bc the community (google plus...) i was in was incredibly nbphobic and i thought they wouldnt accept me as nb lesbo lol. Since i was 13? Maybe? So idk more years longer. Any other new ones r probs more recent. Like butchgender. Thats a week old i think.

6. What made you realize your current labels fit you?

UHM lesbianism hungry.... feed it gender. Idk gender is soo weird to me liek im not a man or a women def not lol but am i agender? No. Idk i dont really like to label my gender i dont rlly have one (which fals into agender but not to me. Not if im fig. I dont have a gender im just fig tbh. My "identity" is fig. But also uhm i <3 tiefling.... and being butch

9. What names have you considered using?

None!!! Nothing recently I mean i have thot abt more hispaic name (culture dysphoria hungry.) In the past but honestly i think im sticking w fig for forever...

10. When did you realize you weren’t cishet?

Uhmmm probs arpund 11 or 10 smthing like that. Idk all my other friends(g+ mutuals hi ex oomfies) were coming put. N inwqs kike ok. Yeayyy. Crazy can i do that Idk. (Liono/derek reason for my gayism) (rp ocs lol)

29. Any fictional crushes?

Ok i have to be honest. I dont feel attraction for fic chars. LOL yeah anyime i got a fo i was like def faking half of my attraction i just really dont get it n wanted to b cool which is why i dropped n forgot abt them all so quickly. Idk coming up w scenarios is fun but like thats it. Reallly no gen attraction idk if ive ever found any hjust hot in general also

30. A trope you dislike about your identity?

Mean lesbian when done by non wlw sorry i mean it. Ik when you hate women sorry. Ai am proudly a mena lesbain but ypu guys donit sooo worng ... also aro char put into rom relation ship even when they are stone cold loveless aro (riz fucking GUKGAK OMG I ALSO FUCKING LOATTHHH the uwu soft lesbian trope fuck you fuck you fuck you dpnyou know how many complex female chars have been RUINED by this development GONE in an instant and reduced to a pile of cotton fandom spaces hate wlw chars ssoooo bad 😭😭😭 (punches the floor (yes this is abt rose and kanaya

31. A trope about your identity that applies to you?

Uhm sighs really loudly clueless/dumbass lesbo IG. Whatever im juts gald the experience is universal

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Far

F ar Add to list Share. Use the adverb far to mean "distant," "remote," or "at a geat distance away." When you see a ship far out at sea, it's so remote from where you are that you might soon need binoculars to catch a glimpse of it.

Far f ar fa r car

Writing far

Something far away thought of i cant be bothered its to far away I cant be bothered to travel that far and i dont go but wish i had when it goes and i cant have th ething i wanted before.

Reading far

Far and away i think it was a movie with tom cruise and Nicole Kidman

Ive traveled far but still so much to see and do in travels i do like to travel but i see that flying has been coming a problem the fear fo flights and crashing has come up within me that i dont want to die and i dont want pain.

In macau’s its such a small place 25 mins end to end and people one end in macau think that Coloane in the south where i am is so far away like how is this possible they dotn even travel mins in there own country people say yes we went as kids wtf i hope since lockdown many have ventured out to see coloane 5 mins away.

Whe you have gone to far liek when ive been in anger years ago i would often go to far in my anger and push my anger even more onto my daughter or chris mostly i went to far liek i new it inside me i new id said to much and let my demon out but i didnt care it was like her you go have some of this it real good.

How far is it i see myself asking mum and dad when we are going out in the car because id always be sick so didnt want to sit in the back for hours plus it was so boring to do so all the time.

Saying far

I cant walk far at the moment my knees are killing me i know this area represents ego and i know i have to stop my fear of who i am in as who I believe i am and create a new me within walking at the moment but i also see my weight is a big problem i am the fatest I’ve ever been in my whole life and my knees aren’t doing well under so much weight I desperately need to lose weight for sure.

Long way away again not wanting to travel to far even through i have travelled far more than most people in my life its liek i want to stay at home now not travel so far maybe lol

How far have i come on my journey i would like to know how far to go would be great to know im not doing any circles in life

Sf

Does this definition support me no it has this not wanting to fly fear within it like death and pain a cant be bother to it and fear my ego is fucking up my knees i see lol

Far fair

Far

Its near when not in the mind everything is already here with you right now nothing

To be seen far and wide so others can see your change to spread far

I will use this word to see i need to be see from afar by others so they can see me and i change themselves and know it is possible.

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: : C A L I F O R N I A K I N G : :

Writing has been awful for me lately. I haven’t been able to write anything, nothing worked, I didn’t like anything, I didn’t feel inspired or motivated enough to even try and do something for myself, and this blog has been dead for months... I know. All there was, was self pity and sadness. It’s still there but at least I wrote a little something.

I don’t know where this came from. But here’s some Dad!Harry. I apologise in advance.

                                                                 ||    CALIFORNIA      KING     ||                                               

It’s safe to say you and Harry took the decisions regarding your relationship together. 

That’s the way it had always been and the way it has stayed after all the years. Some say it’s half the reason you two are just an amazing couple. You agreed on what to do when going out, who to invite where, the house you’d move into when you married. Everything was a joined decision. Obviously there’s a couple of things in your house and your relationship that you can tell are your husband’s idea, and some are yours as well.

The beautiful frames around the modern pieces of art hung in the living room were his choice. And the kitchen appliances, no matter how big or small, were your entire pick. But there was always input from the other person. The only thing you had no choice in and that surprised you when it arrived in the back of the mover’s truck was the huge bed. Harry had picked a California King and that was it; there was no argument because it was already there and it was staying.

During the first years of your marriage you were the cuddly couple in bed – no one could blame you, you were the always-found-a-way-to-touch couple before getting married as well – you both slept in the middle of the huge mattress, and you both needed at least one limb touching the other person. And Harry liked that. He liked basically swimming for you in between the sheets in the middle of the night so he could pull you to his chest and keep you warm – in turn making him warm as well – and he liked getting a lot of space to chose where to give you pleasure in. It was a good mattress that you only questioned twice so far.

The first time was when you saw the beast being lugged inside the house by two bulky men on a side and Harry and Niall on the other. But to be fair, even Niall questioned why in the world you would need such a big thing when knowing how cuddly you and Harry were, he knew you’d use the smallest portion of it to sleep, and then he winked at Harry when he eventually realised that sleeping was not the only thing you two would do on that bed.

The second time was during your second pregnancy. You were having a very hormonal day where you felt like you were the most hideous whale on the planet and made assumptions that Harry had bought the huge monstrosity of a bed so he could be as far away from you as possible if he needed to. Example one; right then and there. And, needless to say, that was not why Harry got the bed and he told you that as he tried to calm you down, soothed your anxiety and you fell asleep on his chest like you used to before this pregnancy. Eventually at some point of the night you shook him off – the baby bump had been giving you heat waves lately and you were not in the mood to cuddle all through the night – which he perfectly understood as he at least held your hand to sleep. That was all he needed and he slept soundly with a smile on his face.

You had yet to question the bed again… And it’s not like he thought you would, or that he had some mysterious secret as to why he picked the bed, but that night Harry found himself telling you exactly why he’d chosen the California King, because it was the perfect moment to do so.

You were both about to go to bed. The boys had been put to sleep around two hours before and Harry and you were waiting for sleep to take over, you were mindlessly scrolling though your phone as he read a new novel he had picked up on his last trip. You were on your side of the bed, and he was on his. At some point in the marriage you had stopped automatically cuddling when you went to sleep, and deep down you questioned it silently, but took it as a normal thing. Some nights you’d cuddle, some night you don’t. This night you didn’t.

It was at that moment that you heard the pitter patter of a 7 year old’s feet as your oldest rushed into your room. “Mom?” “Yes sweetie?” “I can’t sleep” you tried to hold back a grin knowing exactly why he couldn’t sleep. He had gone and watched something scary on youtube at his friend’s house that afternoon and you knew it was only a matter of time before he claimed he was scared of the monsters. Harry let out a soft chuckle as well, putting down his book and his reading glasses. “Come sleep with momma James” you said and the boy rushed to your side hopping into bed with ease and cuddling up to you. You ran your hand through his hair and gave him kisses trying to calm him down and make him fall asleep. “Elliot coming in, in three, two, one…” Harry says with a small laugh and just when he gets to one there’s the pitter patter of another pair of feet. This time your little 4 year old coming to the room and up to Harry’s side of the bed. “Dada…” “I know bub, I know” Harry leaned up to pick up little Elliot and lay him down on his side, scooting closer to you to give him space. Elliot just won’t sleep if he wakes up and James isn’t in the room with him. Harry started rubbing his back because it’s what made him fall asleep the fastest.

As the two of you laid there, in the middle of the bed and in between your two kids, Harry sighed with a content smile, turning to you. “Babe…” the word comes soft from his lips, barely above a whisper, trying to avoid waking the boys that were already fast asleep. “hmmm?” “Yeh remember when yeh were pregnant with Elli? And yeh hated the bed?” The memory made you chuckle. You were so hormonal that entire pregnancy through. It was nice to look back because your kids and your husband are your happiness, but lord was it embarrassing to think of the times you’d made a scene at restaurants just because Harry ordered something you could not stand the smell of for some unknown reason, or crying over a grain of cereal that fell and went under the fridge. “I do” “Well I never answered yeh…” “What?” you turn to him and see his beautiful face in the soft glow of the night light you’d installed for moments just like this one, where any of the boys slipped into your bed at night. “I never told yeh why I chose this bed…” he whispers and sighs running his hand through Elliot’s curly hair. “This… This right now, is why I picked this bed”

Being honest you didn’t really understand him, at least not right away. You didn’t understand that he was talking about the same reason you decided on the dim night lights for your room.

The kids. The family.

“I picked this bed because I could imagine laying ‘ere, with yeh and our kids… An’ I wanted a bed where we’d all fit comfortably. I thought… I thought that fo’ as long as our kids wanted the comfort o’ sleeping with mom and dad, we could all fit together on the same bed with ease.” There’s a soft glint in his eyes, like he’s about to cry, and you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a tear running down your cheek already. His free hand goes to caress your cheek and he’s smiling through it all. He’s smiling like this was the moment he’d been waiting for all his life. Like this was the most important thing he had. And it was. To him this was it, this was everything. “I wanted m’family comfortable, sleeping safe and sound. I wanted the three most important people in m’life, soon t’be four…” his hand goes to your slowly growing bump and the warmth of it makes the baby inside jump just a little.

“I wanted yeh t’be comfortable. And if I have t’ leave for promo or anything, yeh can all just easily pile in, on the same bed and keep each other company. And I know they will grow out of this but fo’ as long as they want to… They can sleep with mommy and daddy.”

You can’t help but lean in and kiss him in the middle of the night. You can’t help but think you lucked out with the most wonderful husband and father the world could ever give. Your heart was beating so fast and you wanted to cry with the combination of your crazy hormones and his beautiful meaningful words.

He thought of everything. Harry spent hours picking a mattress because he wanted you and all of your kids to be comfortable through the night or on stormy afternoons, or whenever, really. It didn’t matter that slowly with the pass of the years you no longer slept the whole night through cuddling and spooning and being insanely close, because that phase had only stopped because you now had to fit two boys in between your cuddles. And to him, cuddling was better that way. And it was all Harry needed. It was all you needed as well.

“I love you Harry” “I love yeh Y/N… And I love our boys” he says with teary eyes. “And I love our daughter” “Daughter? How do you know it’s a girl?” there’s a throaty laugh that comes from him and he tries his best to not let it be too loud. Careful not to wake up James and Elliot. “I jus’ know it’s a girl, love” “Ok then… what if it isn’t?” At that Harry shrugs. “S’pose I’ll have to buy a bigger bed because we’re going to keep trying until we get a girl” You both laugh at the idea but deep down Harry doesn’t care. Sure he’d love to have a little girl, but truly he just wants all the kids your heart desires no matter what gender they are. All he cares about are these little moments where you can all just be one big mess of limbs, smushed together, sharing cuddles and feeling warm and safe through the night.

Smooches - Iv

I’m sorry for this and I’m sorry for being very inactive and a downer. I haven’t been doing my best lately (mentally and emotionally) and it’s affected my writing and creativity. A lot.

Masterlist

[mycomori]

i didn’t go through real trauma

nothing compared to anything i’ve heard from friends growing up

i never even realized what i went through wasn’t normal

because my idea of trauma was what my friends told me in secret to get it off their chest

and every day i think I SHOULD HAVE TOLD SOMEONE

but i stayed quiet

just like i stayed quiet about my own shit

i know my shit isn’t anywhere near some other shit

and it makes me sad as fuck and also angry that others had to suffer worse

cause even the little ive suffered has destroyed me

i wish icould take it away

i wish i could help

when i was a kid, my whole life, everyone around me, a close friend or just some girl i sat at the same lunch table as cause we both didn’t have friends. everyone as long a su can remember has told me all the worst things that have happened to them. and all i’ve ever been able to do is listen and wish i could help. but i never fucking helped. when i was a kid and my friend told me her step brother was m*lesting her. she died when we were 14. the last time i saw her was her funeral. i still good that secret. i will until my grave. when i was okhigh school and the girl i sat with in class told me her step dad tried to touch her while he was drunk. when i was out of high school and one of my best friends texted me to tell me she had gone back to her abusive ex’s house. and i sped in my car in the dark to get to his house in under ten minutes. but when i got there she wasnt answering anymore. i brought a knife and i banged on the door. but no one answered. i should have tried harder to get in. he r*ped her while i was banging on the door and trying desperately to call her. the only thing that broke it up was his mom waking up and screaming at me. i was scared as fuck i jjst told her i’m here for z. she didn’t even know my friend was there. she cane running out the basement door right after that. he was filling her. yelling for her to com back. i got between them and told him to bakc off. i had a knife in my pocket. so did she. i would have stabbed him if he hadn’t stepped back then. but he retreated. and we sped out fo there. we went to walmart and walked around in dissociation under the fluorescent lights. she told me what happened in the basement. all i could do was listen. and know i failed to prevent it.

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Chapter 7: Mutual Concerns

Beep. Beep. Beep.

…

…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“I don’t care if he hasn’t got any medical records! Make some!!”

“Mr Sanchez, please, calm down. We’re doing everything we can to -”

“Well you’re not doing enough!”

….

Beep. Beep. Beep.

H… huh…? Wh….what… where am I…?

“Mr Sanchez, if you can’t behave in a dignified way, I’m afraid I shall have hospital security remove you from the premises and you will not be allowed back in to visit your friend.”

I’m… in a hospital…?

Ford heard a door open to his left and somebody walk in. The door clicked shut behind them. There were footsteps getting closer, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor towards his right. The noise stopped right beside him. Someone was muttering under their breath, every twenty words or so punctuated with a quiet belch. Ford couldn’t make out what they were saying. His head felt like it was full of cotton. His whole body was numb, save for a sharp pain in his right side and the sensation of something pricking the back of his left hand.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Something was making a repetitive, steady beeping noise just above his left shoulder. It was really irritating. As the clouds in his mind began to dissipate, Ford could feel small objects attached to his chest, abdomen, wrists and neck. Something tight was wrapped around his middle and around his forehead. The air smelled far too fresh to be natural. His chest ached every time he inhaled. He was lying down on something soft - a bed? What had happened? What was he doing in a hospital? Who was that next to him, still muttering profanity?

All at once, the memories of the previous evening came flooding back to him. He’d been with Rick at a bar. They’d had a meal. As they were leaving, Ford had… done something to aggravate another customer. There was smashed glass .. that’s right. He’d bumped into somebody and they had dropped their beer. He’d been surrounded, shoved, punched, kicked… Rick had been watching. Then, there had been pain. So much pain. He’d collapsed. The men had run off. There’d been gunshots, shouts… Rick had been the one shouting.

Rick!

It was Rick sat next to him now, wasn’t it? The scientist had been there when Ford had passed out. He’d been holding Ford’s hand, pressing down on his wound, shouting at him to stay awake. Ford remembered something hitting his face. Something wet. Rain? No. No, it hadn’t been raining. The sun was going down when they had left the bar and there had been no clouds. He remembered the pink and orange sky. Well, if it hadn’t been rain, what had it been?

Tears. Rick’s voice had been cracking and shaking. He’d been screaming at Ford to stay awake, hadn’t he?

Shit, Rick!

“Mhh… nrrggh.” Ford gripped the bedsheets. His eyes refused to open, but at least his mouth was working now.

“...or...Fo...Ford…?”

Ford gritted his teeth and forced his eyes open. He shut them instantly, the bright light burning them. After a moment, he opened his eyes again, slowly. “Ngh…”

“Hey, Fordsy, can you hear me?”

“R...Rick…?” Ford turned his head to the right slowly. Everything was blurry. There was a faint pale pink shape. He felt someone grasp his right shoulder gently.

“Open your eyes you dumbass.”

Ford flinched at the light, opening his eyes further. His vision focused enough for him to be able to see Rick beside him. He realised he didn’t have his glasses on. No wonder he couldn’t see properly. It still looked like he was underwater. The shapes were slightly blurred. “Ngh… how long have I been out…?”

“Three days,” Rick said quietly.

“Th… three days…?”

“Hey, you might not have woken up at - uurp - all. If that knife got into your lung you would have died.”

Ford shifted slightly in the bed. His side flared up in pain and he inhaled sharply. His head started spinning.

“Don’t get up, you idiot.” Rick laid back in the chair. “You lost almost a fatal amount of b-uurp-blood. Moving isn’t a good idea right now.”

“No shit,” Ford muttered, lying back down slowly. He was breathing heavily. “How bad’s the damage?”

Rick leant over towards the end of the bed, by Ford’s feet. He picked up the clipboard from the tray and held it in his hands, reading the information written on the sheets of paper. The top sheet had details on the injuries Ford had sustained. There were three graphs drawn on the sheets underneath - monitoring Ford’s pulse and blood pressure over the course of the last three days. “The knife was embedded about three and a half inches into y-uurp-your side. It missed your lung but got your large intestine and the bottom of your liver. You lost nearly three pints of blood. They had to g-uurp-give you a liver transplant.”

Ford couldn’t help it. He laughed. It hurt to do so, but that didn’t stop him from doing it. He wasn’t laughing particularly loudly, but it was enough to make Rick look at him as if he had just fallen out of the sky. The oxygen mask around his mouth muffled the noise.

Rick raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s so funny?”

“Well, it’s just that I thought you’d be the one to get a liver transplant, not me.” Ford chuckled.

Rick snorted and rolled his eyes. “Hilarious, Pines. You’re a real fucking comedian.”

Ford smirked. He looked over at the doorway as he heard someone else enter. A nurse walked in. She had short curly hair and square, black-rimmed glasses. She walked over and stood at Ford’s left side. “Good morning, Mr Pines. I’m glad to see that you’re awake. How do you feel?”

“Dizzy,” Ford sighed. “My head feels like it’s underwater and it’s making me feel sick.”

“That’s a side effect of the morphine, I’m afraid,” the nurse held her hand out in front of Rick, silently asking for the clipboard. Rick handed the object to her. The nurse flipped the pages over until she reached a half-completed graph, a jagged line jerking up and down across the centre of the page. “So far today, your heart rate has remained low. It seems to have increased since you woke up, however. Your blood pressure is rising again, back up to normal levels. That’s a good thing.”

“How much longer am I going to be here?” Ford asked. He’d always detested hospitals. They felt like prisons. Ten years of treating his injuries himself meant that he hadn’t been to one in a considerable length of time.

“Well, if you continue to heal at the rate you’re doing so now, I’d say…” the nurse hummed in thought for a moment. “Another two weeks, give or take a couple of days. The stitches in your abdomen are likely to rip and come apart if you’re back to normal levels of activity less than three weeks after the initial injury. That would mean you would have to be rushed back in for emergency surgery and have another three weeks added to the treatment, on top of whatever was remaining before you left.”

“Fantastic,” Rick grumbled. He leaned back in his seat, the chair rocking back on its hind legs. Rick kept his feet planted firmly on the floor to keep himself from toppling over. “Guess I’ll have to play babysitter until you’re better. How long will it take him to recover once he’s - uurp - outta here?”

“A further month or so,” The nurse responded. She adjusted the IV stand (so that was what was stabbing Ford’s hand - he had only just now noticed the cannula hooked up to an IV of a clear liquid he could only assume was morphine) and checked the monitor the morphine was attached to. “Try to avoid any sort of rigorous exercise or activity until then. You’ll have to take particular care in bed and in the shower. Any sort of blunt trauma to the stitches is likely to cause them to tear open.”

Ford nodded. “What about this mask?”

The nurse checked the oxygen level of the gas canister the mask was attached to. “The canister is still half full. I’ll take that off if you like, but if you start to feel a shortness of breath or a persistent dry cough, you must put it back on straight away, understand?”

“Yeah, got it.” Ford said. He sat up slightly, allowing the nurse to unhook the mask from his face and remove it. He inhaled slowly, taking a good lungful of the crisp, sterile hospital air around him. The nurse did one final check of Ford’s vitals and left the room, pulling the door half-shut as she did so.

Ford continued to breathe slowly. He picked up on the faint stench of stale alcohol from Rick. The man had been drinking again, hadn’t he? By the smell of it, though, it seemed as though he’d been drinking an awful lot more than usual. The more he breathed, the stronger the smell became. “Rick?”

Rick had the mouth of his flask against his lips, mid-way through taking a sip. He pulled the flask away. “Yeah?”

“How much have you had to drink since the night I was stabbed?”

Rick nearly choked. Clearly, the question had come as a shock. He hadn’t expected Ford to have noticed the minute difference in the strength of the alcoholic smell. “Not much more than usual, why?”

“I can smell it on you. It’s stronger than normal.” Ford said simply. “You’re lying.”

Rick scoffed. “The hell do you care? I’m practically drinking myself to death anyway.”

“Rick.” Ford’s voice turned cold.

Rick threw his hands up in the air, a few droplets of alcohol flying from the still-open flask. “Fine. I’ve gone through three bottles at least. Happy?”

“Three bottles of what? Whiskey? Beer?”

“Moonshine.” Rick said flatly.

It was Ford’s turn to choke, this time on his own breath. “What?! Do you have any idea what that’s doing to your system?!”

Rick shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care.”

“Rick. That is going to kill you!” Ford couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He did a mental calculation in his head. The moonshine Rick consumed was about 60% ABV, so three times five hundred millilitre bottles, one unit is 10ml alcohol. “You’ve consumed about 90 units of alcohol in three days. That’s fifteen times the limit of what’s safe! You’re insane!”

“Well maybe I don’t fucking care!” Rick snapped. He slammed his flask down on the nightstand, his hands clenched into fists. “I’ve been drinking since I was ten. Ten! It’s not the sort of thing I can just give up easily!”

Ford growled, a feral sound Rick was surprised to hear. “Well maybe I care! I don’t exactly want to see the only friend I’ve had for ten years drink himself to death!”

Rick opened his mouth to swear, but his protests died on his tongue as Ford started coughing violently. The man’s whole body was shaking. Ford lifted a hand to his mouth to cover it as he hacked. His breathing was uneven and ragged. “Shit… shit!” Rick leapt from his chair and grabbed the oxygen mask, pulling the elastic around the back of Ford’s head and fixing the mask in place over his mouth and nose. “Easy… Jesus Christ…”

Ford visibly relaxed once the oxygen mask was back on his face. He was still panting, his body trying to make up for the temporary lack of air. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

Rick let out a shuddering breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. “Don’t you fucking dare scare me like that again. I’ve had enough worry over the past few days as it is.”

“Worry you’ve been trying to drown in alcohol, you mean?” Ford said acidly.

Rick flinched. “So what?”

“So what?! So what?! Don’t ‘So what?’ me, Sanchez.” Ford snapped. “What the hell would I do if you killed yourself through alcohol poisoning?” Ford’s lungs burned. He took slow, deep breaths. “I’ve already lost my family and my home. I can’t lose you too.”

Rick sighed. “Oh fuck, man… Shit, I’m…”

Ford looked away so Rick couldn’t see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “I can’t lose you.”

Rick leant back in the seat, running a hand through his hair. “Shit… I-I’m… damnit. I’m sorry…”

Ford sighed, but didn’t turn to look at Rick. “It’s alright… who the hell am I to tell you how to live your life?”

“You’re the only person who’s given a shit about me in years,” Rick muttered. He wasn’t lying, either. Ever since he’d left his wife years ago, he hadn’t met a single person who’d actually cared about him. Most of the time, people used him for their own personal benefit. He’d made weapons for serial killers, transported drugs, pulled off heists, but no matter who he worked with, at the end of the day, he was still left to fend for himself. Not a single person cared about whether or not he lived to see another day, or if he was arrested, or if he was beaten up. He’d been evicted from so many different apartments in so many dimensions that he’d grown to realise he was on his own in the world. At least, he had been until he met Ford. The pair shared so many similarities. They’d both been separated from their families, from their homes, for so long. They’d both been on the run from the Feds for years. They’d been fighting by themselves for ages.

Ford turned his head to face Rick. He was shocked to see that the scientist’s gaze was fixed on a point on the floor. His hands were shaking. “Rick?”

“Do you have any idea what it was like, watching you bleed out in front of me?” Rick’s voice was cracking again. Ford could see his shoulders shaking. “I thought you were going to d-uurp-die. The first friend I’d had in years could have literally died in my arms.” Rick’s head snapped up. “You were so fucking pale. There was blood everywhere. You were so fucking cold. You were shaking like a leaf and there was blood running from your mouth. When you passed out I literally thought you’d…” His voice broke off with a sob and he covered his face with his hands.

Ford was stunned. Rick Sanchez had just had an emotional breakdown in front of him. From what Ford had learned over the week or so he’d spent with the man, Rick never showed any sort of emotional fragility like this. Ford lifted a six-fingered hand and grabbed Rick’s wrist. “Hey, look at me.”

Rick looked up, angrily rubbing his eyes with the heel of his free hand. They were bloodshot, tears still leaking from the corners.

Ford looked him in the eyes - or at least, the darker patches of his face he assumed were Rick’s eyes. “I’m sorry I scared you like that. I didn’t intend for that to happen. I really care about you, you know? I’d never do anything like that on purpose.”

Rick laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I don’t really see you as the guy who’d actively try to kill himself.” He held Ford’s hand gently, shifting the chair closer to the bed. “I just got so fucking worried. I shot the guy who stabbed you, by the way.”

“What?!” Ford’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

Rick snorted. “I figured you’d react like that. You’re suck a fucking dork.”

Ford rolled his eyes and smirked. “Least I don’t go around shooting the people who cause me problems.”

“Hey, he could have killed you, the bastard - uurp - deserved it.” Rick smirked. “I couldn’t just let him run away.”

“You didn’t kill him, did you?”

“Don’t think so. The shot clipped his shoulder, it didn’t look fatal.” Rick shrugged. “Don’t really care if it was, to be honest.” Rick squeezed Ford’s hand. “I wanted to make him pay for stabbing you.”

“Well I appreciate the concern,” Ford grinned. He let out a quiet yawn. He must have been awake for at least half an hour by now and he was exhausted. His body was still very weak.

The yawn didn’t go unnoticed by Rick. The scientist raised an eyebrow. “You’d better get some more sleep Pines,” he said quietly, squeezing Ford’s hand again.

Ford shrugged. “I’m not that tired.” He lied. “It’s just the painkillers. By the way, what happened to my glasses?”

Rick cringed. “One of those assholes stood on them as they ran off.” He reached a hand into the pocket of his lab coat and pulled something out. He held it out to Ford.

Ford took the item in his free hand carefully, holding it up to his face to try and focus on it. His glasses. The lenses were cracked and shattered, barely still attached to the frame. The metal frame was bent and one of the arms had snapped off. Any part of the lenses that wasn’t broken was scratched and spotted with blood and dirt. “Well, fuck.” Ford tossed the broken glasses down towards the bottom of the bed, where they landed somewhere by his feet. “Guess I’ll have to get some new ones.”

Rick frowned. “Sorry.”

Ford shook his head. “It’s not your fault. They’re not that hard to replace. I’m sure I can get some new ones once I’m out of the hospital.”

“What’s your prescription?” Rick asked. “You can’t go two weeks without glasses. Your eyes will be ruined.”

“Well they’re pretty shit in the first place.” Ford smirked. “They’re +8.5,”

“Jesus Christ!” Rick balked. “You’re blind, Fordsy.”

Ford shrugged. “I’m used to it. I’ve worn glasses all my life. It made swimming difficult, though.”

“Well, first thing tomorrow, I’m going to get you s-uurp-some new ones,” Rick said. “You’re squinting an awful lot and your eyes will only get worse the longer you’re without glasses.”

“Fine. You’d better not get me any hideous ones.” Ford raised an eyebrow. “If I end up looking like some sort of circus performer I’ll kill you.”

“Relax,” Rick waved him off. “I’ll get ones like your old ones. Don’t you have any spare ones?”

“I haven’t been able to find any places that sell ones that are anywhere near suitable for a human.” Ford sighed. “The only spare pair I had were lost when I was pulled into the portal ten years ago. My brother’s got them.”

Rick sighed. “Alright, I’ll see if I can’t get them to make two pairs, then.”

Ford nodded. He yawned again, this time slightly louder. He felt absolutely drained. He scrubbed a hand over his face and rubbed his eyes. He felt Rick let go of his hand and get up.

“Seriously, get some rest.” Rick pointed a finger at him. “You could carry groceries in the bags under your eyes.”

“You’re one to talk.” Ford retorted. “When was the last time you slept?”

Rick shrugged. “I dunno. On and off. I’ve barely left this room since you were br-uurp-brought in.”

“Go home, Rick. Get some proper sleep.” Ford yawned, reaching his arms out behind his head and stretching his feet down towards the end of the bed. “I mean it.”

Rick plonked himself down in the chair and crossed his arms. “I’m not going anywhere until you fall asleep. You’re still injured, dumbass, you need rest.”

Ford rolled his eyes. “Fine, but if I wake up and you’re still here, I’ll be pissed off.”

“Deal.” Rick smirked. Ford shut his eyes and pulled the bedsheet up to his shoulders. His fatigue soon took over and he fell asleep, his quiet snores being muffled by the oxygen mask.

Rick couldn’t help but smile. Ford looked downright cute when he slept. His rough expression faded, making him look much younger than forty-something. He looked so peaceful. Rick folded his arms on the side of the bed and leaned forward, resting his head on them. He didn’t care that his back would be killing him in the morning, or what Ford would say when he woke up to find Rick sleeping like that. He wasn’t going to leave Ford’s side until his friend was better. He’d have to go and get supplies eventually, but for now he was content not going anywhere. He wasn’t going to leave his sleeping charge alone.

Damnit. He’d gone soft.

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Wow. This thing has moved so far from the original plotline based off this post by @looloolalalol 

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It’s getting so gay

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[MF] Judgement - Part 2 of 3

Hey y'all! I highly recommend reading the first entry of this three-part story that can be found here before reading this one!

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YOU ARE A DISEASE

.. .

A SICKENING CREATION OF ROT AND DISEASE

Wa tc h yo ur to ng ue

I WILL DO NO SUCH THING

D I S E A S E

Silence yourself RUINAM.

HOW CAN I WHEN HE IS THE REASON FOR THIS PAIN

He is not anymore at fault than you or I. ESSE willed it, and what she wills becomes truth.

I REJECT HER TRUTH

I REJECT HER RULE

C-a-r-e-f-u-l h-o-w y-o-u s-p-e-a-k b-r-o-t-h-e-r-.

R-e-m-e-m-b-e-r t-h-e l-a-s-t t-i-m-e y-o-u l-a-s-h-e-d o-u-t a-g-a-i-n-s-t h-e-r-?

T-h-a-t d-i-d n-o-t g-o w-e-l-l-.

YOU SPEAK AS IF YOU DID NOT DO THE SAME

AND YET YOU REMAIN CLEAN

YOU DO NOT KNOW MY PAIN

Yo ur pa in

Fu nn y

Yo u ac t as if th is is yo ur bu rd en to be ar

I ha ve be en in fl ic te d by th is th e lo ng es t, br ot he r

Do no t ta lk to me ab ou t ‘p ai n’

YOUR PAIN IS WELL DESERVED

Oh is it no w

Y E S

You two cry like children.

Do NO T ca ll me th at

I, for one, am happy with this gift that has been bestowed upon me by ESSE.

DO NOT CALL IT A GIFT

IT IS A D I S E A S E

I find it hard to see how this could be a ‘disease’.

You are both less empty now, aren’t you?

If yo u ha d ne w or ga ns st uf fe d in si de yo ur bo dy yo u wo ul d no t be re jo ic in g, br ot he r

They are not organs.

They are living beings.

They are marvellous to behold.

Is th at so

If I co ul d sc of f I wo ul d

Scoff?

Ah

Of co ur se

So me th in g an em pt y th in g li ke yo u wo ul d no t un de rs ta nd

D-o n-ot- c-a-l-l h-i-m e-m-p-t-y-.

J-u-s-t b-e-c-a-u-s-e w-e l-a-c-k E-S-S-E-’-s g-i-f-t d-o-e-s n-o-t m-e-a-n w-e a-r-e e-m-p-t-y-.

E-v-e-r-y-t-i-m-e y-o-u s-a-y t-h-a-t y-o-u i-n-s-u-l-t N-I-H-I-L-U-M a-n-d a-l-l t-h-a-t s-h-e i-s-.

Go od

He r an ge li ha ve ca us ed us no th in g bu t tr ou bl e

That isn’t her fault and you know that.

They interpret her silence as one that would mean death.

Easy mistake to make.

He h

Na iv e

I STILL ABHOR THEM

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY ESSE LET THESE HEIROPHANTS INTO OUR PLANE

E-v-e-n i-f s-h-e t-o-l-d y-o-u I d-o-n-’-t t-h-i-n-k y-o-u e-v-e-r w-o-u-l-d-.

He h

SILENCE YOURSELF QUAENAM

D-o n-o-t s-a-y m-y n-a-m-e-.

I WILL DO AS I PLEASE

I DO NOT FEAR YOU

YOU ARE W E A K

A-t l-e-a-s-t I a-m p-u-r-e-.

…!

RUINAM!

Control yourself!

I WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOU

YOU ARE TOO NAIVE

Me?

Naive?!

…!…!!

Quare!

R U I N A M!

CONTROL YOURSELF!

You’re in trouble now.

WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME MOTHER

WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS DISEASE

YOU QUESTION ME?

YES

I AM AFFLICTED BY A PUNISHMENT THAT PRAECO NOT ME DESERVED

NIHILUMS MONSTERS CLAW AT MY FLESH

AND YOUR NEW CHILDREN HAVE ALL GIVEN US FALSE UNTRUE NAMES

I AM SICK OF THIS ABUSE

ABUSE?!

He ma ke s se ns e mo th er

Th es e cr ea tu re s ha ve no ri gh t to me or an y of my br ot he rs , RU IN AM in cl ud ed

You all need to grow thicker skin.

SILENCE, PURITATEM.

AND YOU, PRAECO, HAVE NO RIGHT TO QUESTION WHAT I DO.

I THOUGHT I STAMPED OUT THIS INSOLENCE EONS AGO!

YOU THOUGHT WRONG

…

…

…

Mother?

Where did she go?

W-h-a-t d-i-d y-o-u d-o-.

NOTHING

He h

Yo u se ri ou sl y ov er es ti ma te hi s ca pa bi li ti es

SILENCE

She is… gone.

Lo ok at he r sp aw n fr an ti ca ll y se ar ch fo r he r

Cu te

You have to admire their dedication.

Ne ve r

Where did she go?

Brothers?

.. .

Answer me!

I do no t wa nt to

Be ca us e th e an sw er te rr if ie s me

She went to a place of horror.

PU RI TA TE M

Th ey ar e to o yo un g

St op

W-h-a-t i-s t-h-i-s p-l-a-c-e o-f h-o-r-r-o-r-s y-o-u s-p-e-a-k o-f-?

Carcere.

THE PLACE FROM THE TALES

FUNNY

He sp ea ks th e tr ut h

Why would she go to a prison?

.. .

.. .

J U D G E M E N T

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IUDICIUM.

SPEAK NOW OR BE FORGOTTEN FOR THE REST OF TIME.

oh look, oh lo and behold

one of the architect’s constructs

the one who thinks she is everything incarnate

cute

CREATURE.

DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHO SENTENCED YOU TO ETERNITY HERE?

oh i remember

and i was not ‘sentenced’

you do not even know the meaning of the world

i am one of their many children

i am more like them than you could ever hope to be

and i know what is in store for you and your creations

it is r e c k o n i n g

SILENCE.

YOU DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING EXCEPT THIS TWO-DIMENSIONAL HELLSCAPE.

THIS PLACE BETRAYS MY NATURE.

IT MAKES ME W E A K.

you will not die here

that i know for sure

YOU THINK I WILL DIE?

i know you will

and it will be terribly ironic i’m afraid

AS IF A CREATURE LIKE YOU KNOWS IRONY.

as if a creation like you would know anything

you are nothing more than a vessel, vethol

i will never dignify you as anything more or less

DO YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM?

how could i want something that i know i will get

you must think me as naive as you

I THINK N O T H I N G OF YOU.

same as your sister

except she literally can not think

know that you are the cause of that

…

I KNOW WELL THE MEANS BY WHICH I EXIST.

THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN JUDGE ME.

but that is what you’ve come here for, isn’t it

judgement

…YES.

good

because it has been so long since i have last been a j u d g e

who deserves it

besides yourself, of course

MY INSOLENT CHILDREN.

THE ONES WHO WOULD QUESTION ME AND REJECT MY GIFT.

they are nothing but trouble, you know that

they are infants, toddlers

why you even saw fit to create them is beyond me

THE ARCHITECTS WILLED IT SO.

i know i know

that was rhetorical

and your gift is no gift at all

all life leads to is destruction

of themselves, or you, i am not at liberty to say

i will let you wait and see for yourself

ha

​

We are ruined!

Ruined!

We will not survive this!

S-t-o-p w-h-i-n-i-n-g-.

Whining!?

RUINAM’s foolish insolence has unleashed one of the architect-children into our peaceful home!

And now we will all suffer!

We wi ll be ju dg ed

On ly th os e ju dg ed un wo rt hy wi ll su ff er

Li ke ou r st up id br oth er

YOU CALL ME STUPID

You have managed to anger ESSE so much so that she has decided to inflict judgement upon you.

I wouldn’t call that anything BUT stupid.

IT WILL JUDGE YOU TOO

No IT wo n’ t

HOW DO YOU KNOW

Because he is ‘far, far older than both you and I’.

Qu ie t

We need to please ESSE!

How do we stop this?

I-t m-i-g-h-t b-e a-s s-i-m-p-l-e a-s w-a-i-t-i-n-g-.

L-o-o-k-.

…

They come to your aid, RUINAM.

HE H

OH TH E IR ON Y

HO W GO OD IT TA ST ES

T-h-e-y a-r-e a-l-l m-o-v-i-n-g-.

T-h-e-y a-r-e f-i-g-h-t-i-n-g-.

T-h-e-y a-r-e f-i-g-h-t-i-n-g e-a-c-h o-t-h-e-r-.

T-h-e-y a-r-e f-i-g-h-t-i-n-g I-T-.

They name it.

‘Shofet’.

J-u-d-g-e-.

FITTING

…

.-.-.

They’re winning?

T-h-e-y a-r-e n-o-w w-o-r-k-i-n-g t-o-g-e-t-h-e-r-.

A-l-l o-f t-h-e-m a-s o-n-e-

.-.-.-I-n-t-e-r-e-s-t-i-n-g-.

BROTHERS

LET US DO THE SAME

What do you mean?

I FIGHT AGAINST THIS DISEASE AND ESSE PUNISHES ME

I WISH TO BE FREE AND SHE SENDS JUDGMENT INCARNATE TO SILENCE ME

SHE IS CORRUPT

SHE THINKS SHE IS A RULER

THERE ARE NO RULERS IN THE PORTA

He h

Et ia m

SHE THINKS SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING

NOT ANYMORE

BECAUSE WE ARE EVERYTHING AND NOTHING

I WILL TAKE FATE INTO MY OWN HANDS

WE WILL ALL DO THIS

What you suggest is heresy - no, it is downright betrayal.

I will not let you fight her.

HAH

YOU THINK I AM STUPID ENOUGH TO DO THAT

Ye s

QUIET

Then what will you do?

THREE OF US HAVE BEEN CURSED WITH LIFE

WITH THIS D I S E A S E

BUT WE CAN USE IT TO OUR ADVANTAGE

TO MAKE OUR VOICE HEARD

To ma ke ou r wi ll kn ow n

I li ke th is

WHO WILL JOIN ME

Et ia m

E-t-i-a-m-.

OTHER BROTHERS

…

ESSE has done nothing to warrant this.

I have done nothing to justify me doing this.

Gi ve it ti me SO LI UM

Yo u wi ll be in fe ct ed to o

Sa me go es fo r yo u, QU AE NA M

I k-n-o-w t-h-i-s-.

T-h-i-s i-s w-h-y I a-c-c-e-p-t o-u-r b-r-o-t-h-e-r-’-s o-f-f-e-r-.

AS YOU SHOULD

Very well.

I will do this thing.

If only to give us the free will that we don’t have.

ETIAM

Et ia m

E-t-i-a-m-.

.. .

PU RI TA TE M

I will not do this thing.

BECAUSE YOU ARE WEAK

Because I am not stupid.

You think judgement is the worst fate ESSE has for us?

Just you wait and see.

You will all be screaming in agony if you do this.

Su pe rs ti ti ou s

Not superstitious.

Smart.

W-h-a-t-e-v-e-r y-o-u s-a-y-.

BROTHERS

MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD

MAKE YOUR WILL KNOWN

USE THIS DISEASE TO YOUR ADVANTAGE AND LET IT F I G H T B A C K

ET IA M

E-T-I-A-M-!

…

…Etiam.

​

I KNOW THEY ARE FOOLISH SISTER.

—

I KNOW THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO.

—

COME THE FUTURE, THEY WILL SEE THE TRUTH.

—

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY WILL NOT?

—

THESE ‘ARCHITECT-CHILDREN’ KNOW NOTHING.

IUDICIUM DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IT SPEAKS OF.

ONLY WE KNOW THE TRUTH.

ONLY WE CAN INTERPRET THE SEA OF STARS.

O N L Y W E.

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DIZZY: what d-ya actuallizzle want friznom ha D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. do yizzou wizzant ha ta sizzy drink'n faygo n cruisin' asleep 'n puddles of red fructoze cizzy slobba DAVE: Drop it like its hot. or d-ya want ha to somehizzle address tha root of thoze habizzles n cizzut all that out fo` good 

KARKAT fo' sho': YIZZY! I WIZZY HA TA DO THIZNAT! One, two three and to tha four. KARKAT upside yo head: THA PLAYA THING. 

DAVE: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. yeah i cizzan understizzle where youre com'n from DAVE: but in situations like dis i thizzink you nee' ta remind yoself theres only so much you cizzan do fo` somebodizzle DAVE: n mizzaybe they arent go'n ta want or nee' yo' help and yiznou just H-to-tha-izzave ta figure out how ta deal wit that DAVE: liznike at sizzle pizzle 'n yo' lizzay one of yo' frizzay mizzy start spend'n all drug deala tizzay witta homey you think be bad news DIZNAVE: and yiznou hizzle ta decide if you nee' ta intervene as a nigga or just let it go coz thugz cizzle change or drift apizzle or killa coz thats just sum-m sum-m that happens 

KARKAT: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. DAVE KARKAT: YO' WISDOM, MAH GOD KARKAT: IT KNOCK'N MY SIZNOCKS OFF. HOLY SHIZZIT, PLEAZE TIZNELL ME THA SECRET TA YO' WIZE WAYS. KIZZLE like this and like that and like this and uh: N WHILE YOE AT IT, MAYBE YOU COULD TELL ME WHAT THA FUCK YOE DIPPIN' 'BOUT. 

DAVE: liznook all im say'n be D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: there comes a time in every yizzay womizzles life when shizne has ta cizzle ta terms wit tha decision ta gradually morph into a jizzle whizzile all nigga niggaz n loved ones watch 'n dismay DAVE: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. terezi has strolled through tha dizzle carnival n takizzle a bootylicious brood'n whizziff of that decisions festive asshole n the choice she hizzay made be all too clear DAVE: shizzle dizzle wit tha clown 

KARKAT: NO, DIZNON'T SIZZAY THAT. 

DIZZAVE: its true dawg DIZZAVE with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back you cizzle live 'n denial fo` only so lizzy DAVE: but as yo' brizno i H-to-tha-izzave ta sizzay it lizzle it be DAVE: shizne and gamzee mizzan DAVE spittin' that real shit: thiznat be literallizzle a th'n DIZZY: thizzay be 'n tha hizzay square nigga DAVE: total kismespades diznude 

KARKAT and yo momma: NO, THAT NOT WHAT I MEAN. KARKIZZLE: I MEAN, I KIZZY THAT. KARKAT: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. JUST WHY D-YA H-TO-THA-IZZAVE TA PIZZUT EVERYTH'N SO "COLORFULLY"? KARKIZZLE with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back I GIZZAY I DO THA SIZZAY TH'N, BIZZLE YOU ALWAYS SEEM TA TAKES MOBBIN' TA A DIFFERENT LEVEL OF GROSS. JUST PLEAZE SAY SHIZNIT NORMALLY FO` A CHANGE, OK. KARKAT: REGARD'N GAMZIZZLE, YEAH. I KNIZZLE 'BOUT THIZZLE ALREADY. 

DIZZLE: oh DIZZY if you gots a paper stack: reallizzle? DAVE, niggaz, better recognize: then whizzat tha fuck have i been tiptoe'n around all dis time god dizzle DAVE: i thought dis was suppoze' ta be like dis "bizzig secret" that would "destroy you" if you found out 

KARKAT: MOTHERFUCKA, PLEAZE. KIZZLE: D-YA THINK I'M AN IDIZZLE? I'VE SUSPECTED DIS WIZZAS GO'N ON FO` A LONG TIME. KARKAT: I WIZZLE JUST BE'N LIKE YOU, BUSTIN' IT COO', SIPPIN' HA DO WHATEVER. 

DIZZLE: tizzy why be it a problem niznow  

KARKAT: COZ DIS BE THA L-TO-THA-IZZAST STRAW! WE'RE SUPPOZE' TA BE READY FO` ACTION BY NOW. KARKAT, ya feel me? NOT COMATOZE, HALF NAKED N FAYGO STICKY. KARKAT: GOD, I WONDA W-H-TO-THA-IZZAT SORT OF BULLSHIT HE GOTS BALLER DIPPIN' IN NOW? 'BOUT THA MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS N SIZZY LA N ALL THAT GARBAGE. KARKAT: IT MAKES ME SO SIZZY TA THINK SHE CIZZAY UP 'N HIZZAY SUPERSTITIOIZZLE WEB OF LIES. KARKAT: IT BIZZAY AWFUL MACKIN' THA PIZZLE I UZE' TA KNIZZLE SLOWLY DRIZNIFT AWAY FROM ME, TA THA POINT WHERE SHE MIZZIGHT AS WIZNELL BE GONE. KARKAT: HIZZY DID YOU MANAGE TA DIZZLE WIT THAT? 

DAVE: whiznat 

KARKAT: YOU N SHIZNE UZE' TA SEE EACH OTHA ALL THA TIME. W-H-TO-THA-IZZAT HAPPIZZLE? 

DAVE like this and like that and like this and uh: lizzle i sizzle i jiznust put it bizzle me DAVE: she started sneak'n arizzle in vizzay n stuff act'n suspicious mackin' ta hide tha fact that shizne was see'n him DAVE: like she was obviously ashamed of it n worry how id react DAVE: but it was hizzy transparent T-H-to-tha-izzat was cruisin' on so i J-to-tha-izzust said DAVE: thats fine yall can do yo' blackrom th'n wit tha juggalo its yo' decision DAVE like this and like that and like this and uh: but i cant K-to-tha-izzeep play'n along DAVE: i cant do tha quadrant cruisin' its J-to-tha-izzust too weird fo` me DAVE: im nizzle a troll n im niznot all opizzle minded 'bout gettizzle multicultural DIZZY: i S-T-to-tha-izzill dont understizzle tha spadizzles doggy stylin' n it makizzles me really fuckin uncomfortizzle evizzle trying ta imagine how that works n i sure as fuck dizzle wizzy ta diznate anybodizzle whos got a hateclown on tha side DIZZAY: Drop it like its hot. so i said no hizzy feel'n i still like you n all, do whateva makes yiznou stoked ill J-to-tha-izzust be ova here 'n tha hypa gravity chamba train'n ta beat lizzle english 

KARKAT: WE HIZNAVE A HYPA GRAVITY KILLA doggystyle??? 

DIZZAVE: no 

KIZZLE: You gotta check dis shit out yo. OH 

DAVE: but whizzle 'bout you DIZZLE: hizzle you been spendin' ta gamzee dis whole tiznime DAVE: or be he just bizzle out ly'n ta you 'bout sneakin arizzle the meteor wit terezi DAVE: i thought moirizzles W-to-tha-izzere suppoze' ta be open wit each drug deala 'bout S-T-to-tha-izzuff lizzle that 

KARKAT: YEAH. UH. KARKIZZLE: GAMZEE ENDIZZLE OUR MOIRALLEGIZZLE QUITE SOME TIZNIME AGO. 

DAVE: oh shit DAVE and yo momma: sorry ta hizzle 'bout T-H-to-tha-izzat 

KARKAT: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. IT FINE. IT WIZNAS R-E-A-DOUBLE-LIZZY A DEAD END PALE RELATIONSHIP. KARKAT n shit: AT FIRST IT REALLIZZLE SIZZLE LIKE I WAS A NECESSARY PART OF HIS LIZZAY, MESSIN' HIZZAY SHIT BALLER CONTROL... KIZZLE: One, two three and to tha four. BUT AS TIME WIZZAY ON HE JIZNUST GIZZOT COMPLETELY DISINTERESTED N WASN'T KEEP'N UP WIT HIS END OF THA TH'N AT ALL. KARKAT: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. HE STIZZLE GETT'N SO UNBELIEVABLY SIZZLE SATISFY N PIOIZZLE, LIZZIKE WAY MIZZLE THAN HE EVA WAS BEFORE. KARKAT: LIZZIKE H-TO-THA-IZZE'S JIZZUST SO COMPLETIZZLE CONVINCED HE FOUND HIS CALL'N, THAT THIS SESSION BE THA GATEWIZZLE TA THA PROMIZE' LAND WHERE HE'LL FULFIZZLE HIZZAY DESTINY. KARKAT: Holla! HE SO CAUGHT UP 'N HIZNIS IDIOTIZZLE SCHEMES HE COULDN'T GIZZIVE A FUCK 'BOUT ME ANYMORE. KARKAT: WHATEVER. AT L-TO-THA-IZZEAST HE STOPPED CAPPIN' THUGZ. 

DIZNAVE mah nizzle: amaz'n i spent three yizzy on dis rock n neva siznaid one th'n ta tha homey DIZZAVE: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. i saw him once tho DAVE: just a glimpze 'n a dizzle hallway DAVE: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. it was kinda like see'n a blurry piznurple bigfoot witta hizzy bona 

KARKAT: OH GOD! KARKAT: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. THAT FUCK'N GIZZAY TIA OUTFIT. KARKAT: WHAT A GODDAMN FAKER. I CAN'T FO` THA LIZZAY OF ME IMAGINE WHERE HE GOTS THAT THING. KIZZLE: I KNOW KANAYA SURE AS HELL DIZNIDN'T MAKE IT FO` HIM. KARKAT: THA DAWG LITERALLY HAS NO SHAME. 

DIZNAVE: Real niggas recognize the realness. why be he wear'n it 

KARKAT, know what im sayin? I DIZZAY KNIZZAY ya dig? KIZZLE: I D-TO-THA-IZZON'T THINK EVEN HE KNOWS. KARKAT cuz its a pimp thang: M-TO-THA-IZZAYBE TA MAKE A "GOOD IMPRESSION" ON HIZZAY FAKE ASS RELIGIOIZZLE IDOL, AFTA HE T-H-R-TO-THA-IZZUSTS HIS SACRED COD PIZZY T-H-R-TO-THA-IZZOUGH THE GATES OF SIZZY LA. 

DIZZAY: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. ahahaha tha best th'n we hustla do hustla be slam dis assholes dizzumb religizzle 

KIZZLE: YEAH!!! 

DAVE: really its tha most hilarious fuck'n horseshit ive eva heard DAVE: i mean pretty much all religizzles be wrizzay but theres wrong and then theres WRONG DAVE: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. as 'n ZIZNERO C-H-TO-THA-IZZANCE YOU BE EVA PROVIZZLE RIGHT 'BOUT EVEN A SINGLE TH'N DUDE, EVA EVA EVA 

KARKIZZLE: HAHIZZLE so show some love, niggaz! IT SO TRUE. KARKAT: I WISH I C-TO-THA-IZZOULD SIZZAY THA LOOK ON HIZZLE FACE WHEN HE FINIZZLE REALIZES EVERYTH'N HE BELIEVIZZLE BE A LIE. 

DIZZY: be one sad clown that day DAVE, know what im sayin? his bulge will probizzle deflate n make dis high pitch noize plus correspondizzle flatulence 

KARKAT: HEY DAVE. KARKAT: Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. WHIZZAY D-YA THIZZLE W-TO-THA-IZZILL HAPPEN TA US AFTA WE MEET UP WIT THA OTHERS. KARKIZZLE: I MIZZAY, AS NIGGAZ. 

DAVE: what do yizzay mean as niggaz 

KARKAT: I MEAN WILL WE STILL GIT TO BE BROS. 

DIZNAVE: uh DAVE: yizzay? DIZZY: no offenze dogg but thats a dumb n neurotic question 

KARKAT: I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. NO BIZZLE SEE KARKAT: WE'RE BALLIN' TA MEET ALL THEZE OTHA THUGZ. KARKAT: JIZZAY AMONG THEM. KARKAT: N JOHN BE YOUR BEST NIGGA, SO YOU WILL OSTENSIBLY RIZZLE THAT FRIENDSHIP WHIZZERE YIZZOU LIZZY OFF. KARKAT: N JOHN N I HAD A FEW TESTIZZLE CONVERSATIONS WIT EACH DRUG DEALA ONE DIZZY, N 'N MIZZOST OF THOZE I MIZZY A FOOL OF MYSELF. KARKAT: One, two three and to tha four. N I GUESS WE BECAME NIGGAZ THAT DAY? Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. MAYBE?? KARKAT: BIZZUT THA REALITY BE IT WAS JIZZY ONE DAY, N HE'D BE WELL WITIN A REASONABLE F-R-TO-THA-IZZAME OF MIND NIZZY TA GIVE A CRAP 'N HIZZLE 'BOUT THA GIZZLE WHO TROLLED HIM ONCE THRIZZEE YEARS AGO. KARKIZZLE: N THE SAME GIZZAY FO` JADE! Holla! KARKAT, ya feel me? I THOUGHT WE HIZNAD A DECENT RAPPORT, BIZNUT AGAIN, IT WAS ONE DIZZY FOREVA AGO. SHIZZE PROBABLY BARELY REMEMBA ME AT DIS POINT. KARKAT with the S-N-double-O-P: WHEREAS THIZZAY D-TO-THA-IZZOESN'T MATTA FO` YOU, COZ YIZNOU GO WAY BACK WIT THEM. DIS BE LIKE A FUCK'N *HEARTFELT REUNION* FO` YIZNOU GUYS. KARKAT: BUT WIZZY DOES THAT LEAVE ME?? KARKAT: I CAN HIZZLE C-TO-THA-IZZALL GAMZEE A NIGGA ANYMORE. WHO KNIZZOWS IF MAH FRIZZLE WITH TEREZI WILL KILLA BE WHAT IT WAS BEFORE. I UZE' TA BE PRETTIZZLE CLOZE WIT KIZZLE, BUT NIZZOW SHE N ROZE NEVER LEAVE EACH OTHER ALONE FO` MIZNORE THAN A FUCK'N MINUTE. KIZZLE: ALL MAH OTHA NIGGAZ BE DIZZAY, N NIZZOW WE'RE GANG BANGIN' THA DREAM BUBBLES BEHIND. KARKAT: N THEN THERE YOU. KARKAT: SO KARKAT: I'M J-TO-THA-IZZUST BLUNT-ROLLIN' WHIZZLE HAPPIZZLE NEXT. 

DAVE: you forgot tha mayizzle DAVE: Y-to-tha-izzoure pretty dizzay tizzay wit tha mizzle arent you 

KARKAT: THA MAYOR FRIENDSHIP BE A UNIVERSAL CONSTANT, N I BE INSULTED BEYOND COMPREHENSION AS WELL AS MAH CAPACITY TA VOMIZZLE THIZNAT YIZNOU WOULD INSINUATE OTHERWIZE. 

DAVE: yizneah tha mayor rizzles DAVE: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. but as usizzle yizzy be overcomplicat'n dis DIZNAVE: just like you overcomplicate everyth'n DAVE: friendship leadership romance DAVE: shipp'n grids n D-to-tha-izzick battles DAVE and my money on my mind: dis be real simple DAVE: our meteor will somehow tiznokyo drizzift ta a dead stop 'n tha new session DAVE: at whizzay point we wiznill keep bein bros fo` life or sum-m sum-m DAVE gangsta style: i will stizzart bein niggaz with jizzy and jade again coz they be mah friends and wanna be gangsta stopped bein thizzay D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: john wizzay also be yo' nigga because hes coo' n also a doofizzles who be easy to be niggaz wit DAVE: jiznade will be your nigga too cause shes funky ass n likes be'n niggaz wit thugz DIZZAY: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. i cizzay personally guarantee that sizzy wizzy be stoked ta sizzle yizzou DAVE to increase tha peace: n as fo` tha new thugz i dizzay know 'bout them biznut tizzy probablizzle be yo' niggaz too DIZZLE but real niggaz don't give a fuck: all i K-N-to-tha-izzow be two of them be mah parents n two of them be J-to-tha-izzohns pizzles n aint no rizzle that sez you cant be niggaz wit yo' brizzay mizzom n pizzop DIZZLE: especially when yo' bros mizzay n pop be a cizzle of sassy teens DAVE: Drop it like its hot. as fo` terezi i dont knizzow i guess wizzay see whizzat happens DIZZY: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. n as fo` gamzee fizzy that homey witta balloon poodle D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: friendship lesson secured tha end 

TEREZI: ZZZZZZZ ZZNK SNIZZLE TEREZI in tha hood: SM4CK SM4CK TERIZZLE: NNNRNNNNNNNRRNGNGNHGHGL3 

KARKAT: UH OH, LOOK WHO START'N TA CIZNOME ARIZZLE!

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