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Spoke has a very chaotic and manipulative personality. He is shown to ignore the needs or feeling of other in exchange for what he wants, deeming that everything he does is justified and must be accomplished. His egotistical nature is best reflected when he chooses to make an excuse of, underplay or deny his wrongdoings instead of admitting them, often lying even to his best friend about his actions.
Accuracy.
Accuracy is the degree to which concepts are aligned with the true value of something.
To say the least, this description of Spokeishere was accurate. He himself knew that. But of course, why would he ever listen to what outsiders think? Why would he admit to these truths falsehoods? Of course, his thoughts right now on how he himself was viewed by other people may just simply show an example that proves the definition of himself true. But isn't that also their own arrogance? Most people haven't met Spoke, or seen his true self, or seen any part of himself. But, that wasn't most of his concerns as of now. Mapicc was missing and he had no time to waste on these stupid things when his own friend was gone. Dead. Missing. Anything but at his side.
There was only one thought Spoke had to get him back. To make sure he was alive. To make sure that Mapicc, no matter what, had a possibility of being somewhere safe, protected by someone, even if it wasn't him. And that involved Power.
Power is described as the capacity to influence or alter another's behaviours. At mass, if you will.
Power in Unstable Universe is defined by what you hold at the tips of your own fingertips. Power over a mass of hunters, over a dimension, over a mass of helpless and weak people, over your own people, the power to hold a nuke in your own hands. Strength is all that matters in this world, whether its physically or psychologically. Of course, as per usual, Spoke had to go for the most obvious and effective method! Not like a small part of him ever thought for a moment, hesitated, and told himself that he was a bad person! Not like he ever mentally reprimanded himself until he belived it was for a good cause!
So maybe, partially, that textbook definition of who he is, is true.
But really, who cares? Right? If Spoke himself doesn't, no one has to either! He'll just do whatever he wants, whatever he wishes — as long as it's to protect Mapicc. Sure, maybe it sounds like obsession, but... wouldn't you do that for your own friend too? Wouldn't you want to save them? To protect them? Especially where Spoke was coming from and his previous incident with his old friend, ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮, someone he had known, he found it quite reasonable for him to be willing to do anything for Mapicc. Sure, maybe sometimes, the two of them would get too carried away when together, especially during that time the two of them sort of... raided Minute's base with 1000 players... but who was to tell them they weren't allowed to fun?
Yet, here, Spokeishere stood with solely himself, no one besides him but the gentle breeze that felt heavier than it really did. The cloudy, hazy night sky was breaking into dawn by now, the shadow revealing Spoke's figure. He stood in the centre of it all — TNT covered every corner and road of Central City, and everyone had already evacuated.
He couldn't help but almost scoff at his sitaution. Him, standing over what felt like the whole world, on the edge of the city's tallest building. He stood upon TNT launchers that sat at every side of the building, trails of redstone that were almost obstructed by tears running down from a boy's face connecting and powering the structures. His legs dangled off the building as he stared down, his knuckles white from the grip his fingers had against the re-entrant corners of the stone roofings.
The edge of the "world" was at the stake of one swift movement by his palms. One moment, he'd be sitting by the edge, almost innocently — before at the next moment, it'd be a land of destruction, where he would lose himself and everyone would lose their home. Maybe someone would be stupid enough to not evacuate and die alongside him. He never wanted to die alone. He wanted someone to be brought down with him, anyways.
Maybe someone would be useful stupid enough to come forwards and tell him where Mapicc is. That he's okay. Because if not, he'll never find his best friend again.
Spoke almost felt remorseful for his actions. Keyword, almost. But surely he wasn't to blame, right? J▮▮a▮▮▮ left him, too. He couldn't afford to lose someone. Not again. Not like every other damn time. In another universe, he had been alone, too. He'd been abadoned, left to rot. Because everyone feared him.
There was almost a weird feeling that settled into his stomach, as if his organs had shifted upon the thought — it made him violently ill, to even think to something related to being alone, let alone for Mapicc to die without him saying even a small goodbye.
Please.
Please, someone come, and this poor city. Save Mapicc. Save me, before everything goes to shit.
It wasn't long until his wish had been granted true. Someone had come. And he'd never guess who they were, if it wasn't for their headwings to slightly twitch upon taking a closer look at Spoke.
Yet, they weren't who he was looking for. Brown hair, skin paler than Mapicc's — and that weird, almost serene presence that came alongside them, wherever they went. They clearly weren't happy with Spoke at all, but they weren't mad at him either. Just... contemplating. Contemplating what had happened to him, or what could've possibly led him to relapse into his manipulative, destructive behaviours once more. They too were a victim of what he had done — a puzzle they had taken as bait from Spoke, just because he wanted someone to feel the losses he did. The frustration he felt from that stupid demon-hybrid that wouldn't leave him alone for a moment back in the newer days of Unstable, too.
He knew it wasn't the right thing. But overtaken by his own projecting, he had done it either way. Now, the two of them were stuck in the same place at the same time, one trying to convince the other.
How would they do that? He didn't know. He just wanted to find his best friend — he just wanted to find Mapicc.
That's all that mattered to him.