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Player stared deeply into the mirror in the bathroom of their house, their eye bags hanging heavy.
"Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" Player had royally messed up. After Player had successfully got that damn firebrand all they wanted to see was Kyoko and Greifer, just to see them. That's all! Earlier, they had brushed off Kyoko and Greifer, building walls over themself. _________________________________________________________________________''Earlier''
Player walked into Turtopolis, the lingering smell of fruits and the dew of grass invading their nostrils and annoying them; They had smelt it so many times after all. Seeing Kyoko and Greifer, Player sprinted over, calling their names.
“Kyoko..! Greifer..!” Player called out tiredly. On every person in the world’s life they missed their friends. Kyoko and Greifer turned around in excitement, the two’s eyes shining so brightly now.
“PL4Y3R! H3Y..!” Greifer exclaimed happily before slowly trailing off in worry. The eyes of Player’s friends slowly trailed over them, the two eyed all of Player’s scars.
“What happened to you..?” Kyoko worried.
“What happened? What do you mean WHAT HAPPENED?!” Player angrily retorted
“The first time I see my friends after going through fucking hell and you say THAT?!” Player glared at Kyoko, finding what she said extremely offensive.
“Oh, fuck…” They whispered,
“You guys are just- UGH.” Player grunted, muttering angrily to themselves.
“H3Y. W3 W3R3 JU2T C0NC3RN3D” Greifer explained, before Player bursted out shouting back
“Well you didn’t have to be so RUDE. Just… Bye, I’ll See you another day or something” Player walked off, pinching the bridge of their nose. Just, damn it.———————————————————————————————————
PRESENT DAY
Why had Player done that stupid shit??? Player so desperately wanted to bang their head against the wall. Why did guilt hurt so much? They had just gotten out of being pulled into guilt and then they drag themselves back into it when they just wanted peace. Player trudged their feet out of the bathroom, and to the plush, red couch. With a long sigh, they sat down. A lone bowl of dry cereal lied on the short table in front of the couch, it almost enticed player to actually fucking eat something for once; heh. Player nabbed the bowl, and began eating it with their hands. Player thought of what to do;
"Do they hate me? Should I stop going around them? Should I keep them away?" Player questioned, talking as they chewed; gotta fix your manners, Player.
I'm a bad person... I think I should just... stay away." Player flopped on their side, holding their legs to the chest. They smiled flatly, and tears stung at Player's eyes. They began to sob.
“G-Gosh… I’m a- I’m a terrible fucking…. Person!” Player cried. Oh did they hate themselves, a bunch. Their tears managed to stain the couch a bit. A beeping rang out from the kitchen. It's probably the microwave; Player assumed. Player wearily walked to the kitchen as a few last tears dropped down their face. Hey, that wasn't the microwave? It was Player's phone; and someone was calling them. It was Kyoko. Oh Gosh, did Player not want to answer. What would they do? They would just make it all worse; But out of temptation, they answered.
"What is it, Kyoko?" Player asked, their voice hoarse from crying. They sniffled slightly as snot slightly clogged their nose.
"So, Anthony-" Kyoko started.
"Don't call me that." Player interrupted.
"Okay, fine. Player. What was the argument from before about? You just got angry and, well, since when were you so irritable?' Kyoko asked softly, trying to be as nice as they can
"Well, I was just... I don't know!" Player rasped out
"I, uh, don't yell! Please..!" Kyoko said, regretting it. Welp, Player is probably riled up now...
"It's just, why the HELL would you just ask 'What happened..?'. It's RUDE." Player yelled, losing control. They calmed down; realizing. "I am just so, so SO sorry. I shouldn't have yelled" Player apologized.
"No, no, no. It's okay!-" Kyoko reassured.
"Uh, well- Well, bye. Bye, bye, bye. Good-Bye" Player stressed. They ended the call. "Why the fuck can't I hold out a normal conversation without it turning into an argument like a normal person?"