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“Fuck you.” The king blurted out. “Fuck you too.” The spartan made a comeback.
“Y’know we’re TRAPPED because of you, right?” He walked his way to a table and sat his yellow ass on a chair, then started SIPPING ON TEA that Derek had NO idea where it came from. “Yea yea. Keep talking because you’re deeefffiiinetly not in the wrong and i am an evil sinner with red horns and an ugly tail who is faulty.” Lord who made finger horns on his head, flipped him off. “Not my fault that you can’t beat a ‘lowly man’. I thought i wasn’t the one to mess with gods, hm?”
“…” “…”
“You ruined my life.” “I know, i don’t care.”
Derek slowly walked towards the second chair at the table and sat down. “And yet you still got your little puzzle solved by a pickaxe in a video game. You call me foolish? Then you get outsmarted by basically an ANT.” He put his hands on his face as he leaned back into the chair. “Not to forget the time you pretended to be Avery, poorly acting too. You fell like an idiot.” He started laughing, something muttering silent ‘i hate you’ s. After a few minutes he stopped and placed his head on the table. “You’re not any better. You were nothing but useless flesh before this…Actually, you’re no different now, are you.” The king placed his cup down and circled around the table to approach the knight, observing the poor, tired thing. “Pathetic little man…” He ran a finger down Derek’s back, making Derek slightly shiver. Hastur yanks Derek up to his feet.
Suddenly red curtains dropped, turning the clump of darkness to a stage. Spotlight shining on them. The King spins Derek around, catching him before he hits the ground. “The world’s a stage and your only goal is to satisfy the audience.” The king in yellow grabs Derek’s head to turn it towards to the audience. “I can help you satisfy that audience, to achieve your goal.”
Derek spotted a slime headed skin among the crowd, thinking how he basically had left him alone with his guilt in new year’s eve.
“You just have to…relax that mind of yours. Too crowded for consciousness.”
Hastur said, his hands resting on Derek’s temples.
“…Fine.”
“Really?”
“For Avery.”
“For the vessel? Sure.”
“Avery, not vessel. I’M the vessel now.”
“Fine. For Avery.”
“So how do i…un-crowd my mind.” Derek was straight up RED at the moment because he knew damn well how.
“Pleasure. I mean…if it works it works.”
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“Gasp!” Derek shot out off his chair, he turned back to the computer and checked the player list. Online, it said.
‘Avery!’
‘Derlord…’
‘I rhought you were g’
‘one’
‘Happy new year’s eve by the way.’
‘Oh shite i totaly forgor abot that’
‘Gtg’
‘Im glad ur okay’
‘Still mad at u tho’
‘Fuq u’
‘Jk’
‘Bye now’
‘Bye’
Derek got up from his chair after turning his pc off. Enjoying the fact that he can finally look away from the screen. “Such a productive conversation. Is this the ‘For Avery’ we talked about?” “Shut the fuck up.” “Well since I’m basically in your mind, i can’t.”
“FUCKING DAMMIT.”