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[gleans]

No, I don't think I'm ever gonna be ready to make everyone I care about hate me, but thanks for asking. That really makes me feel better.

Galen

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[fangool]

M'not gonna hate you.

[gleans]

Are you kidding? I'll be lucky if you ever talk to me again.

[fangool]

[ Well. ] Guess you're gonna be real fuckin' lucky, then, huh? I ain't gonna hate you.

[gleans]

What, so you're just gonna forgive me for being a piece of shit and fucking around in your head?

[fangool]

[ Sets his jaw, but immediately: ] Yes. Eventually.

It'll happen afore you'll forgive yourself, anyway.

[gleans]

Yeah. No kidding.

I thought I was better than this. Like -- being hunted down and fucking possessed by a nightmare and screwing around is one thing. But actually falling into this 'dark side of the force' bullshit?

[fangool]

You ain't a superhero or nothing, nightingale, I dunno why you think you gotta be. All of us got bad parts, and sometimes the bad parts get out and run wild.

Nobody's gonna hate you. None of us could. Quit thinkin' that way, 'cause it ain't true.

[gleans]

I should know that I'm doing something that's fucking wrong. Even if you guys don't hate me, it's gonna change things, and... I don't want it to. And that sounds fucking immature, but whatever.

[fangool]

S'how the whole thing works, baby. Happens to people sometimes. They think they're doing the right thing, that it ain't hurting nobody. You're gonna be okay.

[ Shrug. ] You don't gotta listen to me try and convince you. Either way m'not gonna hate you, and it'll be alright.

[gleans]

Okay. I believe you. But I wanna say sorry anyway, like, preemptively. So I'm sorry if I end up hurting you.

[fangool]

I know. [ Nudges gently. ] M'a tough kid, I'll be fine. You outta all people oughta know how much of a beating I can take.

Just as long s'you come back.

[gleans]

[ Hug. :c ] I will. It might take a little bit, and I'm probably gonna need help, but... I will.

[fangool]

Yer dumb if you think I ain't gonna do everything I can to help. [ HUG BACK >:c ] Monkeyface was sayin' something about playing ballads at your bedside or some shit earlier, wanted me to pass the message along.

He's an idiot, but there y'go.

[gleans]

[ Pffffft. ] I don't know what the fuck I'd do without you guys.

[fangool]

Crash and burn. [ He's teasing! ] Love you.

[gleans]

[ BURROWS. Because it's true. ] Love you too.

[sircassidy]

I'LL STILL LOVE YOU, PIGLEN.

[gleans]

THAT'S ALL I WANT! Important question: will you promise to hit me in the face when I start acting like a crazy nightmare freak?

[sircassidy]

OOH MISTER HOWARD.

Yes. I will hit you. And I will yell, "SNAP OUTTA IT!" like I'm Cher.

[gleans]

That might actually work. Maybe that's the key to stopping all this. CASS, YOU'RE A GENIUS!

[sircassidy]

If you were Chris, I would say, "I know," but instead I'll just beam really hard and be like YAY.

*BEAMS* YAY.

[gloryisbullshit]

Makes me feel better. Yer stupid fucking brownnose's startin to weird me out.

[gleans]

Glad I can count on your sympathetic touch. Who's brownnosing?

[gloryisbullshit]

Baby, I got all sortsa touches for you. Look, I'm just sayin, it's nice not to be the Big Bad lately. Nice having competition.

[gleans]

Pft, when were you the Big Bad? Not that I don't appreciate the... sentiment. I guess.

[gloryisbullshit]

[Shrugging, slouching, the usual.] I dunno. Always, I guess.

[gleans]

Whaaat? Dude, I'm pretty sure nobody thinks of you that way. And definitely not on the level of nightmare mindfucks.

[gloryisbullshit]

Wow, well, wow, I feel like the Great Good then, that's so me, and it matches my shoes too.

Look, you're fine. You're always fine.

[gleans]

Hey, now, I didn't say you were a saint. Maybe like... chaotic neutral.

But -- I will be. I should probably pre-apologize to you, too, though.

[gloryisbullshit]

What, you gonna give me a bad dream?

[gleans]

In a couple weeks I'll be fucking Nightmare Oprah. I think I'm already Nightmare Oprah.

[gloryisbullshit]

You do look damn good on a zine cover, and that's half the fuckin job, right? Embrace it.