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Click wasn't a bad person. One could even say he’s a super nice guy, especially when you get to know him! He got along with everyone he met, and he had great friends who trusted him a lot. He even had a normal crush, just like any other nice person! Nice people always get what they deserve, that’s just a fact of life. All the residents across pregma would definitely agree.
He’d watched enough reality TV from the moment he stepped foot on new soil, and that’d taught him most of the behaviors he displays today; being the bigger person means being nice, patient and friendly. He’d adopted these traits as fast as he could, and then promptly got out in the sixth episode. And when it seemed he finally had another chance and teamed up with his best friend, he was one of the first contestants to get infected and eliminated.
Despite this, never for a second did he doubt the sacred reality TV’s wise unspoken advice, and he kept these characteristics into the third season. He’d prefer if you’d ignore all of what happens in the season 2 finale please, he was being influenced by English Muffin and also really wanted that money.
Season 3 rolled around, and immediately Click had his eyes set on someone; SharkBearBerry.
He was like him.
SBB wasn’t like any other object on the show at all. He had shark components as well as some bear traits that really shone when it came to physical brute strength, and although the existential crisis thing in season two put him off a bit at first, Click began to warm up to the english man when he observed how much more relaxed he’d become.
Okay, so ‘warmed up’ was a bit of an understatement.
Actually, a drastic understatement.
The admiration became obsession, and with that obsession came an overprotectiveness that haunted him constantly. Wishful thinking, deep longing and heavy wanting overwhelmed him eventually, and the obsession became something more intense. This was already more negative (positive?) emotion than he’d ever experienced in his life, and it came and gnawed at him like a pack of piranhas desperate for a meal.
He desperately needed an outlet. But he’s a nice guy. Nice guys don’t blow up. Nice guys keep those emotions sealed up and put away, where no one can find them.
But every time he saw them, the intensity flared up and nearly boiled over.
His head pounded every time he saw those two together. He refused to accept it, and eventually their presence became shapeless forms of mass, bright orange and red boring into his skull. Seeing how close those two were every single day, every challenge, made him physically retch, his star antenna twitching with anger and disgust.
He was so nice. He deserved an outlet. So he started hurting him.
The mass of orange would brush it off every time, unable to find out where the bruises would come from when he woke up every day, or why he’d always find little chunks of himself missing. He never sourced it back to a specific person, and instead blamed it on ants. And he insisted he couldn’t feel anything. So Click started taking bigger hits. Ripping his stem out, peeling parts of him back and cutting deeper.
The orange blob’s performance began to noticeably drop past this point. He was slower and sloppier, and his comebacks were almost as bad as Diary’s, if not just slightly worse. But unfortunately, from what Click observed, it only brought SharkBearBerry closer to him. So, to attempt to put an end to it, he finally made his first kill.
It was extremely messy. Click hadn’t ever really (intentionally.) killed anyone before. But the built up emotions made the job morally easy to complete. All he needed was a large rock.
It got the job done quickly.
But of course, recovery was always an option. The mass’s disappearance would be noticed, they would send out a small search team, then when they found his mauled body, they’d recover him. It wouldn’t ever remember how it died, or what happened shortly before it occured. Of course SharkBearBerry began to pity the orange shit-pile, and stuck by him every time it returned. So Click got more creative with his techniques.
Waterboarding was probably his favorite. He loved hearing the thing that's usually so desperate for water beg and scream for the water to go away and to stop and to please stop because it’s going to die and then to stop because Click has successfully pulled off yet another act of service for their community.
He’s so nice.
As always, the fun of course had to end eventually. The pile of shit’s constant disappearances and deaths were getting problematic. The producers had the blob hire more camera guys, and they tracked him all over the place without telling anyone. Click was caught in the act, and everyone watched as producers struggled with him. He could care less!! Let them watch! This was hilarious!
Except he made eye contact with his one true love while they were struggling.
And he looked. Well, the emotion wasn’t positive, we can say that.
Something inside Click snapped.
There were blobs around him in colors of orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. Black and whute. Orange and green. Orange and green. Orange and green.
And now all he can see is red.
His eyes are set on that beautiful shade of red.
Nothing else matters.
He rips himself away from the blobs of indistinguishable color holding him back and lunges towards his other half, his polar opposite.
He tears apart anyone who dares try to stop him.
He is fueled by his anger and sadness, and that combined with his unnatural strength makes anyone who tries to stop him no match. Instead they just watch.
Click tears at his love, tearing and ripping to get that stupid, scared look off of his face. It’s not fair. Its not his fault. Stop looking at him like that. Its just like everyone else’s. And now suddenly he can’t see that beautiful shade of red. Suddenly it’s all just color and noise.
And suddenly his hands are grabbing at a mass of grey and ripping that mass of grey away from that mound of magenta and now he is stabbing the mass of grey into the chunk of brown over and over again because he is a nice guy nd he deserves this, he deserves to see this, and so he brings it down over and over until he can finally see that beautiful color again.
And this is his favorite shade.