Post by Underlord Hades on Nov 13, 2012 15:10:30 GMT -5
You look down at him, he’s laying on the ground again. Must’ve been trying to do a trick on that dumb board again. You know why he does it, he wants to make Latula happy. Yeah, sure, give more damage to what’s left of that empty little head, that’s sure to make her happy.
He was never this pathetic. The real Mituna.
He twitches and mumbles some incoherent blather. Why couldn’t he go away, bring your friend back?
Maybe you’re just being too harsh. Maybe. Just maybe. He’s still in there somewhere?
“hey mituna”
“H3Y CR0NU5” he says, or at least you think so. His slurring his words mixed with him laying face down in the dirt makes it hard to make out.
“i vwas vwoundering, vwould you like to hang out? vwe could listen to some tunes?”
“8U7 Y0UR MU51C G1V35 M3 H43D4HC35”
Oh, right. Those stupid headaches of his. Once he has one he has a fit and his babbling gets worse to the point no one gets what he’s saying. Not that anyone wants to understand all those vile slurs his tiny brain produces.
“i’ll find ya something easy to listen to. something that vwon’t giwve you headaches. trust me, okay?”
He sits up and looks at you. Oh god that look on his face. It’s so pathetic. He stares into your blank eyes as you can’t help but look into his. Being dead isn’t that bad but… it’s rather disconcerting looking into those eyes. He’s searching for something, like trying to figure out if you’re lying or not.
“Y0UP W0N’7 Y3LL?”
“i’ll try”
That seemed to convince him. He smiles in that stupid way. Or… was that a smart ass smirk? No couldn’t be. His helmet makes it hard to tell sometimes.
“0K4Y L37’5 G0”
You help him stand up and you walk with him to your hive. Dream bubbles are rather convenient, all you have to do is remember your pad and there it is, a little ways away.
Opening the door, Mituna somewhat pushes his way in like an excited wriggler. He looks around in a way that makes you wonder if he remembers any of it at all from before.
You look around at the floor, album sleeves are scattered about, no discs thank goodness. Don’t want twinkletoes over there stepping on any of your tunes. After a bit of snooping from Mituna, and tidying up from you, he resigns to sitting in a chair and watching you.
“let’s take that off. hard to listen to music in headphones owver a helmet, you know.”
You gently remove his helmet, he flinches a little at that. Under that ridiculous mop of hair, his eyes spark lightning slightly. Keeping an eye on him, you place the helmet near your headphone collection. Taking your eyes off him a moment to pick out some that fit him, you see them. OH GOD, why are these here? Why would you remember THIS PAIR. You just stare at the pair of yellow headphones, red and blue gemini symbol on either side. These should NOT be here. You quickly grab a black pair in your peripherals and turn away before your emotions get out of hand.
“here you go” You offer him the headphones, a little venom in your voice.
He looks at you a little apprehensively, but complies. Placing them on he sits expectantly. You plug in your own purple headphones and his black ones in and turn on a quieter song. Something that won’t overwhelm him.
As it starts he sits back and stares at the ceiling as you watch him carefully for signs of a fit.
Neither of you speak, both of you sit in your own little wonderlands created by the music. Mituna closes his eyes and his normally shaky, rapid breathing slows to normal.
After a moment his eyes snap open. His face seems to show some sort of distress or worry. He looks at you, eyes wide as if he reached some self-realization.
“C….CR0NU5?”
“vwhat?”
You look at him carefully. He… He doesn’t look like that pathetic little asshole of a troll anymore. He looks like…. like he did before. For a split moment your friend is back.
But it doesn’t last. His eye twitches, a spark flies and he grabs his head in pain. He fidgets to get the headphones off screaming.
By this time you’re standing.
“NO! DON’T DO THIS! DON’T YOU LEAWVE ME LIKE THIS! DON’T YOU DARE!” you yell at him while he twitches and sparks, spouting nonsense.
You grab his shoulders and shake him as if that is supposed to help. You idiot! He was right there! Right with you! Why did you let him go?
WHY 43R Y0UP 70UCH1NG M3!!?”
“DON’T YOU LEAWVE ME VWITH THIS ASSHOLE!”
“1 D0N’7 UND3R574ND!”
It’s too late. He’s gone. You let go of this…this… imposter. You just glare at him. He twitches a bit, looking up at you. Oh god the fucker’s crying.
“get out”
“CR0NU5?”
“I SAID GET OUT!”
“I SHOULD HAWVE KNOVWN THIS VWOULD HAPPEN!”
You grab him forcefully by the arm and grab his helmet. You drag him to the door, him squirming in your grasp all the while. You push him out the door and throw his helmet past him.
“you’ll newver be the real mituna”
“8U7 1 4M”
“no. he died long ago. and you took his fucking place.”
You slam the door in his face before he could reply. He starts banging on the door screaming apologies.
Just shut up.
Just go away.
You’re not him.
“you’ll newver me him”
“you’re just a fake”
He was never this pathetic. The real Mituna.
He twitches and mumbles some incoherent blather. Why couldn’t he go away, bring your friend back?
Maybe you’re just being too harsh. Maybe. Just maybe. He’s still in there somewhere?
“hey mituna”
“H3Y CR0NU5” he says, or at least you think so. His slurring his words mixed with him laying face down in the dirt makes it hard to make out.
“i vwas vwoundering, vwould you like to hang out? vwe could listen to some tunes?”
“8U7 Y0UR MU51C G1V35 M3 H43D4HC35”
Oh, right. Those stupid headaches of his. Once he has one he has a fit and his babbling gets worse to the point no one gets what he’s saying. Not that anyone wants to understand all those vile slurs his tiny brain produces.
“i’ll find ya something easy to listen to. something that vwon’t giwve you headaches. trust me, okay?”
He sits up and looks at you. Oh god that look on his face. It’s so pathetic. He stares into your blank eyes as you can’t help but look into his. Being dead isn’t that bad but… it’s rather disconcerting looking into those eyes. He’s searching for something, like trying to figure out if you’re lying or not.
“Y0UP W0N’7 Y3LL?”
“i’ll try”
That seemed to convince him. He smiles in that stupid way. Or… was that a smart ass smirk? No couldn’t be. His helmet makes it hard to tell sometimes.
“0K4Y L37’5 G0”
You help him stand up and you walk with him to your hive. Dream bubbles are rather convenient, all you have to do is remember your pad and there it is, a little ways away.
Opening the door, Mituna somewhat pushes his way in like an excited wriggler. He looks around in a way that makes you wonder if he remembers any of it at all from before.
You look around at the floor, album sleeves are scattered about, no discs thank goodness. Don’t want twinkletoes over there stepping on any of your tunes. After a bit of snooping from Mituna, and tidying up from you, he resigns to sitting in a chair and watching you.
“let’s take that off. hard to listen to music in headphones owver a helmet, you know.”
You gently remove his helmet, he flinches a little at that. Under that ridiculous mop of hair, his eyes spark lightning slightly. Keeping an eye on him, you place the helmet near your headphone collection. Taking your eyes off him a moment to pick out some that fit him, you see them. OH GOD, why are these here? Why would you remember THIS PAIR. You just stare at the pair of yellow headphones, red and blue gemini symbol on either side. These should NOT be here. You quickly grab a black pair in your peripherals and turn away before your emotions get out of hand.
“here you go” You offer him the headphones, a little venom in your voice.
He looks at you a little apprehensively, but complies. Placing them on he sits expectantly. You plug in your own purple headphones and his black ones in and turn on a quieter song. Something that won’t overwhelm him.
As it starts he sits back and stares at the ceiling as you watch him carefully for signs of a fit.
Neither of you speak, both of you sit in your own little wonderlands created by the music. Mituna closes his eyes and his normally shaky, rapid breathing slows to normal.
After a moment his eyes snap open. His face seems to show some sort of distress or worry. He looks at you, eyes wide as if he reached some self-realization.
“C….CR0NU5?”
“vwhat?”
You look at him carefully. He… He doesn’t look like that pathetic little asshole of a troll anymore. He looks like…. like he did before. For a split moment your friend is back.
But it doesn’t last. His eye twitches, a spark flies and he grabs his head in pain. He fidgets to get the headphones off screaming.
By this time you’re standing.
“NO! DON’T DO THIS! DON’T YOU LEAWVE ME LIKE THIS! DON’T YOU DARE!” you yell at him while he twitches and sparks, spouting nonsense.
You grab his shoulders and shake him as if that is supposed to help. You idiot! He was right there! Right with you! Why did you let him go?
WHY 43R Y0UP 70UCH1NG M3!!?”
“DON’T YOU LEAWVE ME VWITH THIS ASSHOLE!”
“1 D0N’7 UND3R574ND!”
It’s too late. He’s gone. You let go of this…this… imposter. You just glare at him. He twitches a bit, looking up at you. Oh god the fucker’s crying.
“get out”
“CR0NU5?”
“I SAID GET OUT!”
“I SHOULD HAWVE KNOVWN THIS VWOULD HAPPEN!”
You grab him forcefully by the arm and grab his helmet. You drag him to the door, him squirming in your grasp all the while. You push him out the door and throw his helmet past him.
“you’ll newver be the real mituna”
“8U7 1 4M”
“no. he died long ago. and you took his fucking place.”
You slam the door in his face before he could reply. He starts banging on the door screaming apologies.
Just shut up.
Just go away.
You’re not him.
“you’ll newver me him”
“you’re just a fake”