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Warning! This chapter contains:
- Self-degrading
- Murder
- Violence
- Heavy levels of guilt
The song being used is Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives
On some level, I think I always understood —
That these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever.
The sound of glass shattering alerted the entire household and they knew it came from the kitchen. Mumbo teleported there, Grian, Jim, and Tango raced out of there flying fast, and Joel was running after them.
There they saw Slime standing above the shattered glass and looking ahead of himself looking shocked, “Slime! Are you alright?” Mumbo was the first to ask, then as the others got there, they repeated almost the exact same thing.
”Oh, uh, yeah.. I just… thought I saw my Juana again, I’ll get this picked up. Plus the glass couldn’t have hurt me anyway, it just goes right through me!” He said that last sentence with a laugh, as if to try to shrug off another one of his hallucinations.
Now don’t get them wrong, they were all aware of and accustomed to Slime hallucinating things like that and his night terrors, that’s put they signed him up for therapy a while ago and he’s been going for a few weeks every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday now for 1 hour.
And I tried to do the best that I could,
But try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to hold you.
For the first few weeks of living together, Slime had been afraid to even touch them with his hands, afraid that somehow it could lead to him killing them again.
~~ Enter dreamstate Slime
It’s a secret I keep tucked inside my chest,
With this heart of mine that’s guilty, not remorseful.
There he was, bloodied knife in hand, blood sprayed all over his hands, body, and legs. Jimmy was holding Joel crying and calling him a monster, he felt so bad but all he could do was laugh like a maniac as some tears rolled down his own face.
”Why did you stab him!!? Why did you have to kill him!?? Get out of her already or you’ll be the one dying!” Jim yelled at him, and he knew that he shouldn’t feel any pain right now, but there was such a pain in his chest and he felt like he had to take a step back, so he did. But when he didn’t go away and leave Jim to mourn for his husband, Jim picked up a knife beside him, whispered something probably about he’d be right back before gently setting Joel down on the grass.
It was raining now, why was it raining? Wasn’t it just a beautiful day outside? Slime looked up to the sky, he couldn’t remember.
Before he knew it, Jim tried to stab him right in the gut, but it just turned into slime and spat the knife back out and Slime looked back down, “your foolish attacks won’t work on me, little canary.” Was all he said before stabbing Jim too, “there, now you can join your husband in death, that way it won’t part you two. You know, I’m so jealous of you and that you got a good husband.” He said, starting to ramble on about how he never had a good husband as Jim slowly bled out and the rain washed his, Joel’s, and Scott’s blood over the hill and then down it. Slime remembered thinking how amazing mortals were so long ago, but something now had snapped in him, he thought of how disgusting and greedy mortals were.
But there’s love that doesn’t have a place to rest,
Slime placed Jim and Joel’s bodies with each other, then he saw movement, surely they should’ve been dead by now. But they both rose up almost as if in spite of that belief. “If you’ve never had any good husbands before, you can be our husband. As long as you of course promise not to kill us again.” Joel said kindly despite everything Slime had done to him, that made something new and different snap in him but not in a bad way like losing his mind.
Before he knew it, he was full on sobbing and nodding, then Joel went and hugged him, but Jim was just not having it right now.
But it would’ve buried you if it had settled on your shoulders.
~~
On some level I think I always understood —
That a ship could never really love an anchor.
Slime couldn’t believe his own ears, he was being told by 3 of his husbands that not only did they all catch Jim cheating, but that they were going to go to court and maybe probably divorce him. “Well, we’re obviously the superior ones, because we have the better rizz!” Slime tried to reason, but it didn’t do much.
So I did the only thing I could,
And severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor.
Slime gave up, he knew that one way or another, they’d get enough proof to bring this to court and get a divorce, Slime wanted to cry and then he saw her again, his daughter hugging his leg like she used to in order to try to cheer him up and some tears rolled down his face, but when he tried to bend down to hug her back, his arms went right through her. “Oh, hija mía, cómo te diría que te amo y te extraño si estuvieras aquí.” (I don’t know a Spanish, so if this is off, it’s just because I used translate. Anyways, it’s supposed to say “Oh my daughter, how I would tell you I love you and miss you if you were here”)
There are times where I still wonder about you.
You are someone I have loved, but never known,
And you’ll never see the reasons I had —
For keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you! —
Slime just couldn’t bring himself to look at Jimmy the same anymore, they planned their wedding together, spend almost a month married, and he has the nerve to cheat? Alright, he’s losing his temper now and he knew it, so he took some deep breaths.
I am selfish,
I am broken,
I am cruel.
I am all the things they might’ve said to you.
Do you ever think of me and my two hands,
And wonder why they never soothed your fevers?
And wonder why they never tied your shoes?
And wonder why they never held you gently?
And wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?