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“Whatever… Circusic.”
“You know what? Fuck you. I never needed you anyways.”
Circubit felt a light tap on his shoulder. “Circu? You’re doing that thing again where you talk in your sleep when you’re scared. Everything alright, darling?”
“H-huh? Oh shit, I did it again?”
“Yeah. I’m just… I’m worried about you.”
“Blix, I’m f-” This time he had someone he could trust, why was he lying? “...I’m not fine. I…” He reached out to grab Blixer’s hand. “I keep having nightmares about Iris. Not even ‘nightmares’ though, they’re like…”
“Flashbacks?”
“Yeah.”
“Wanna talk about it? I won’t make you share anything that you don’t want to.”
“...Let’s just say you’re the only one who’s wanted to love me as Circubit. ”
“So… he broke up with you because of your corruption?”
“Not even. This was before anything even happened. Before he got his shitty excuse of a father to go and kill me, and- …well, I mean you’re not wrong, being corrupt did help, not with him breaking up with me, but rather why he broke up with me,”
“You know, I’ve always wondered why you actually enjoy this transformation. Like, you were straight-up overjoyed when you saw you changed.”
Circubit took a deep breath, trying to find a way to test the waters. “So… if you’ve seen my un-corrupted form, it… it looks different, right? Like, really different.”
“It does?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok..?”
“And… it’s nice looking- feeling different, better, more like myself, y’know?”
“Ok? I mean, I’m glad that you feel better like this, but what does this have to do with-”
Better to just get it over with, right? “I-” If he broke up now, at least it wouldn’t have been too far into the relationship. “Blix. I’m trans.”
“...For fuck’s sake, that’s why he broke up with you?! I swear to the gods that bitch is gonna regret ever being born-”
“You’re not upset about it? I mean- at me.” Circubit seemed both relieved and a little surprised. Not just because of the fact that he finally had someone by his side - romantically, at least - who knew and was fine with it, but also that Blix was this mad at Iris for not accepting Circu.
“Dude. Come ‘ere.” Blixer pulled him into a hug. “ I love you, okay? I really don’t care about that shit. …Hell, if it helps, I’m not really cis either.”
“Wait what?! All this time, I- so you’re also FTM? How did I never-?”
“Not FTM, no.” Blixer shrugged. “Intersex, actually.”
“Ohhhhh. That would explain it.” Circubit nodded.
“Yeah.”
“So uh… now that we’ve gotten that out of the way… wanna go read shitty fanfiction?”
“Circu, it better not be one of those crackfics where the tags alone make me want to bawl my eyes out.”
“Relaaaaax, dipshit, I gotchu.” Circubit tried to contain his maniacal laughter.
Circubit opened up his laptop and proceeded to pull out the most horrible, appalling, repulsive, toe-curling, eye-watering, insanity-inducing, one-way-ticket-straight-to-hell of a story.