what, you think i hadn't thought of that? really? i didn't make that promise cause i thought it's gonna make me popular. i didn't make it cause i thought it was the right thing.
[That's... that's it? The skeleton isn't stupid, and he's not a simpleton. Sunny would be a fool to underestimate the other after so many ruined timelines.
But this tiny little note encapsulates the entirety of the reason why he's agreed to be executioner?
[He'll take his time, scribbling away until he's finished. Then, one by one, he'll post each note underneath the other. A neat little row.]
I'll do that... And even better.
I'll be there for you, Serif. The day you carry out your promise is the day that I will never leave you.
I will be there when you're awake, and I will be there when you sleep.
I'll be there when your friends see how EMPTY you are inside, and your BROTHER realizes what you really are. Until all you'll ever be able to see in your brother is disappointment and fear.
I will be there when you realize that Grit could have been the friend you wanted, the friend you needed. But the friend you couldn't have because every time you looked at her, you were really just holding your breath until the second you ripped her out of this timeline.
Together, we the two of us can go back and relive what you've done over and over and we will sear that memory right into your eye. Until you breathe nothing but sadness and bleed nothing but regret. You'll give up for good. But I won't leave you then either.
[Well now, that's one hell of a threat. It's hard to get to Serif, but even he feels a bit of a chill after that. It's because of that that he doesn't respond right away. Because god, how does he respond to something like this? He leans against the wall and stares at nothing for a while.
It's the mentions of Tempus that get to him the most, no surprise there. Yeah, he already knows his brother would be disappointed in him. He knew that when he made the promise. Still hurts. Imagining his brother's reaction, the expression on his face, if Serif ever ended up killing Grit... Well, if he had blood, it would be running cold at the thought.
Honestly, he probably shouldn't have even talked with this creep at all. He'll probably regret responding again as well. But hell. It's been a night full of regrets.
What's one more?]
wow, you really got it all figured out. i'd say you're trying way too hard there, but i get the feeling this just sorta comes naturally to you.
heh. maybe if things come to that, i wouldn't really care what your plan is. or what you ended up doing. probably not. don't think i'd be in the mood for fighting after that.
...or maybe i'd just get rid of you.
i'd say there's about a 50/50 chance of either option.
[The longer silence following his reply is good enough to satisfy Sunny for now. He has no way of knowing whether it affected them, or if it was easily dismissed, but he's gotten his message across. That's good enough for now.]
[He narrows his eyes at the final note. After some time, he looks over the entire conversation, from the thinly veiled threats to... whatever this is at the end.
He's learned what he's wanted to know. He's delivered his message. It'd be easy to finish on a threat, but the more he looks it over, it's really not worth the wasted energy.
He's done.
He hopes you dream tonight of promises, Serif. The one you made to Grit. The one he made to you.]
[No more responses, huh? He was hoping that'd make him feel better, but he feels empty now. And more than a little shaken from that entire conversation.
He was hoping that when he went back to his room, he'd be able to get some sleep. But after this... Well.
Looks like it's time for round 2 of his ketchup binge.
He's not sleeping tonight.]
I wasn't sure where to put this. let's go with action at this point maybe?
[Tempus wasn't usually a fan of his late shifts at the cafe. He didn't usually need to sleep much anyways, but he was one of the firm believes in "early to bed, early to rise". So when he's let out late, he usually heads straight to his room.
Luckily, he happened to make a quick run past Serif's room, and that is enough for him to catch the glint of light there. He peers inside to see his sibling hunched over a piece of paper. Odd. What is he writing at this time of night?
He doesn't really want to be sneaky, but he knows Serif won't show what he's working on willingly. And the great Tempus is excellent with stealth missions. So he tiptoes over to were Serif is sitting, glancing over his shoulder to see what he can read. Something about him seeing Serif for who he really is? Being disappointed? That doesn't sound right...
He might make the slightest sound of disapproval, alerting his brother to his presence.]
[Serif's usually more observant than this - sneaking up on him is incredibly hard - but his mind is someplace else tonight. So as he's sorting through the notes, since he's still not sure if he'll get another response, he doesn't even notice that there's anyone else present.
At least until he hears a noise and a startled gasp escapes. The notes fall to the floor.]
What-
[He quickly picks up the notes and stuffs them away. No one else needs to be reading those. Only then does he turn to look at the source of the noise.
...Oh.]
...Bro?
[Tempus will probably notice right away that Serif looks like hell. He always looks tired, but not like this. The complete lack of sleep, the nightmares that caused that in the first place, and the conversation that was keeping him up, have all taken their toll on him.
Then there's the (by now mostly dry) ketchup stains on his clothes, not to mention the scattered empty bottles around the place.]
What're you doing here so late? Heh...
[He just has to keep his voice steady. Everything is fine. Everything is just fine.]
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The way you'll deal with them?
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...you really don't like this promise one bit, do ya?
yeah. i don't either.
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what, you think i hadn't thought of that? really? i didn't make that promise cause i thought it's gonna make me popular. i didn't make it cause i thought it was the right thing.
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TELL ME WHY YOU SAID YES.
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[One he's been asking himself all throughout the night.]
guess i felt like that was their choice to make.
not mine.
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But this tiny little note encapsulates the entirety of the reason why he's agreed to be executioner?
What...]
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Well then.
As a friend, I'll support your decisions.
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I s n ' t t h a t n i c e .
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I'll do that... And even better.
I'll be there for you, Serif. The day you carry out your promise is the day that I will never leave you.
I will be there when you're awake, and I will be there when you sleep.
I'll be there when your friends see how EMPTY you are inside, and your BROTHER realizes what you really are. Until all you'll ever be able to see in your brother is disappointment and fear.
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Together, we the two of us can go back and relive what you've done over and over and we will sear that memory right into your eye. Until you breathe nothing but sadness and bleed nothing but regret. You'll give up for good. But I won't leave you then either.
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The way we are with GRIT.
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It's the mentions of Tempus that get to him the most, no surprise there. Yeah, he already knows his brother would be disappointed in him. He knew that when he made the promise. Still hurts. Imagining his brother's reaction, the expression on his face, if Serif ever ended up killing Grit... Well, if he had blood, it would be running cold at the thought.
Honestly, he probably shouldn't have even talked with this creep at all. He'll probably regret responding again as well. But hell. It's been a night full of regrets.
What's one more?]
wow, you really got it all figured out. i'd say you're trying way too hard there, but i get the feeling this just sorta comes naturally to you.
heh. maybe if things come to that, i wouldn't really care what your plan is. or what you ended up doing. probably not. don't think i'd be in the mood for fighting after that.
...or maybe i'd just get rid of you.
i'd say there's about a 50/50 chance of either option.
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Eager to add another kill to the pile already?
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but you seemed eager to get involved, so.
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It would've been a lot simpler if I wasn't.
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now that sounds familiar.
[Meaning he knows the feeling. Very well.]
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It would've been simpler if they'd never come to the Underground.
[Simple didn't necessarily mean good or bad. But considering the situation they're currently in, it's the truth.]
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yeah
[Not better, not worse, just... simpler. Now that's a good way of putting it.]
yeah it would've been
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[They changed everything. How could an eight year old even understand the scale of it?]
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and it's better like that.
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He's learned what he's wanted to know. He's delivered his message. It'd be easy to finish on a threat, but the more he looks it over, it's really not worth the wasted energy.
He's done.
He hopes you dream tonight of promises, Serif. The one you made to Grit. The one he made to you.]
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He was hoping that when he went back to his room, he'd be able to get some sleep. But after this... Well.
Looks like it's time for round 2 of his ketchup binge.
He's not sleeping tonight.]
I wasn't sure where to put this. let's go with action at this point maybe?
Luckily, he happened to make a quick run past Serif's room, and that is enough for him to catch the glint of light there. He peers inside to see his sibling hunched over a piece of paper. Odd. What is he writing at this time of night?
He doesn't really want to be sneaky, but he knows Serif won't show what he's working on willingly. And the great Tempus is excellent with stealth missions. So he tiptoes over to were Serif is sitting, glancing over his shoulder to see what he can read. Something about him seeing Serif for who he really is? Being disappointed? That doesn't sound right...
He might make the slightest sound of disapproval, alerting his brother to his presence.]
action it is!
At least until he hears a noise and a startled gasp escapes. The notes fall to the floor.]
What-
[He quickly picks up the notes and stuffs them away. No one else needs to be reading those. Only then does he turn to look at the source of the noise.
...Oh.]
...Bro?
[Tempus will probably notice right away that Serif looks like hell. He always looks tired, but not like this. The complete lack of sleep, the nightmares that caused that in the first place, and the conversation that was keeping him up, have all taken their toll on him.
Then there's the (by now mostly dry) ketchup stains on his clothes, not to mention the scattered empty bottles around the place.]
What're you doing here so late? Heh...
[He just has to keep his voice steady. Everything is fine. Everything is just fine.]
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