In which his life falls apart in a span of three weeks.

[falkeditupagain]

You know, this really hasn't been a fun month, Ms. Mun. Seriously, like. Even dying wasn't much compared to this. I would take the dying over this, at least twice more if I could have my friends back. If I could have Lea back...If Vriska weren't in a coma.

And it's a dick move of you, leaving me in the dark about what made her sick in the first place too because here I am, on top of everything, thinking I killed her with my cooking and some weird alien allergies. My life was pretty great, really. And then shit hit the fan and it wasn't just once. It's like diarrhea up in here and it's nasty and really fucking awful.

[He doesn't seem to approve much at all. He had finally gained a healthy sense of worth, stopped doing quite so stupid things with his life on the line, fixed some issues that he had been meaning too for a good eight years, and now he was sure he was going to fall back into routine again with the bad habits.] I mean I just gained some of that weight back after all that work we had done, almost pushing the triple digits and I know I'm going to lose it all again.

[He groans, running his hands down his face slowly.] I'm going to look like a dead twig forever, aren't I? That's attractive. I mean, really attractive.

Comments

[life_saver]

I'm sorry things aren't goin' well for you, Hanna. But I don't think you need to worry about how you look.

[falkeditupagain]

Well its kind of just added onto the pile of "this whole thing sucks." But...we'll see.

[life_saver]

Well you know there are people who like you, even if you think you look like a "dead twig". Hopefully things will turn for the better soon.

Would it make you feel any better to know that my mun is thinking of sending me to where you are?

[falkeditupagain]

Yeah, I hope. It's just a little frustrating. I made all those friends and in an instant they're all gone...and for the longest time I didn't really try and make any new ones since I felt like maybe I had it too good...that I shouldn't try and push my luck.

[He runs his fingers through his hair, sighing, but manages to smile in any case.] Really? Well we already know the dog doesn't mind you, so it'd be nice to have you around...

You're a pretty cool cat in any case.

[life_saver]

Will you keep thinkin' that way even after everything that's happened?

[It's encouraging to see him smile, but Sissel can tell it's a push for Hanna. What little distance is between them is crossed so the cat can rub against the man's leg. It's harder to be reassuring when you're small.] Glad you think so. Doubt I'll remember my last visit, so it'll be fun meeting you again.

[falkeditupagain]

[Its okay, Hanna knows all about being small but big hearts are involved too. He leans over and picks Sissel up, straightening his bandana and petting between his ears.]

Thats okay...I dont mind meeting people again. And you're easy to get along with.

[dicey]

What.

You think you did this to me?! No way! Forget that. It was the ritual; I'm sure of it.

[falkeditupagain]

Well I know I didnt here...but in Adstring its a fucking mystery. Its horrible.

[dicey]

I know.

I'm sorry.

[falkeditupagain]

I called Pitch about it...I was desperate...we'll see how well that'll go...

[dicey]

... Oh god, Hanna.

He's not going to hurt you, right?

[falkeditupagain]

I'm pretty sure he won't. It's anyones guess though. I suppose it'd be the perfect time for it since it's just me, Xion and John in the house right now.

[He didn't even think about that.] I just...I didn't know who else to call and you weren't waking up!

[dicey]

If I come back and you've been, like, tortured...

[she isn't going to tell him that she thinks Pitch would have been more likely to help if Hanna hadn't asked; she doesn't yet know how to put it in a way that wouldn't make Hanna feel horribly guilty]

God.

My player has the shittiest timing.

[falkeditupagain]

I think my life has been shitting on me enough that I could do without actual, physical torture. But that's just me well wishing for myself.

[In any case, he shrugs, glancing to the side.] Little miss Mun here thinks it's funny and tragic at the same time. She was trying to figure out a new death price for me the other day when she was hanging out with Zell's player. Some of the ideas...I really hope I get to keep my sense of taste. That one was high on the list.

[dicey]

When the fuck are you dying? What are these asshole sadists planning behind our backs?!

[falkeditupagain]

Regular people are really fucking scary, Vriska. It's like, as soon as you don't actually exist you're free game for the misery train.

But I don't actually know. It's just a thought so far.

[dicey]

They think they can do whatever they want to you just because you're fictional. You're not real, so you don't matter. It's such bullshit!

I'm not gonna let you die.

[falkeditupagain]

Dicks, the whole lot of them.

[But, he's pretty damn sure if his mun makes up her mind about it, there won't be anything stopping him from biting the bullet.] Vriska, you know if there are plans made, that's going to be impossible, right?

[dicey]

... I know.

[siiiiigh]




Thanks for taking care of me.

[falkeditupagain]

Hey, we're Moirails right? And...you're one of the last remaining members of my family in the city. If I don't take care of you, who will?

[dicey]

I caaaaan take care of myself, you know. And Pitch takes care of me in his own way. But nobody cares more about me than you do, and I want you to know that I know that.

[falkeditupagain]

Well I meant while you can't take care of yourself. I know you can mostly do alright for yourself. [When you're not freaking him out going to see your friends when you just got your arm ripped off, but. That's a different matter entirely.]

[dicey]

I know. You can mostly do all right for yourself, too.

I still like being around to keep you from doing stupid stuff. Like talking to Pitch.

[falkeditupagain]

Hey, It's not stupid to just talk to him....It's stupid to start fights.

[dicey]

And every time you talk to him one of you is going to provoke the other and then the other is going to provoke back and it'll just go downhill from there.

[falkeditupagain]

I'm a little too burned out to do any fighting back or provoking the way I am now. Don't even worry about it.

[dicey]

Okay, but what if he provokes and just makes you feel worse?

[falkeditupagain]

Then he can take a number and get in line.

[dicey]

This is why I don't like it when you talk to him.

[falkeditupagain]

What? I'm serious. I really doubt that there is much lower to go. All I can do for now is climb up, Vriska.

It only gets better from here.

[dicey]

I'm serious too! There's always lower. Always, always, always.

[falkeditupagain]

It couldn't be worse if I was dead. [The only thing that could is if she disappeared from Adstring as well, but he won't mention that. He'd rather not think about it right now.]

[dicey]

Yes it could be. It would be.

[falkeditupagain]

You wouldn't even be awake to know, so I really doubt it would.

[dicey]

Hanna.

[falkeditupagain]

I'm being a dick. I'm sorry, but it's true.

[dicey]

Don't you fucking dare die or I'm going to freak the fuck out when I wake up.

[falkeditupagain]

Well I don't think It's going to happen so soon, but. I can't make any promises.

[A horrible pause.] When are you waking up again?

[dicey]

In a few weeks.

[falkeditupagain]

I should still be alive? [Don't mind his horrible smile as if to make a joke out of the statement. His humor has been off as of late.]

[dicey]

Pitch is leaving and you might die. I might go off the fucking deep end.

[falkeditupagain]

Oh shit really? Well...

[He wants to be excited but part ofnhim knows she will be upset about it.]