nervous voicetesting is a go!

[killerempathy]

You do know that this is a, um, an incredibly bad idea, don't you? You [ deep breath ] You don't want someone like me inside your head.

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[john_mitchell]

I'm sure there are worse around. You don't look so bad.

[killerempathy]

Looks can be deceptive.

[ will knows all about that. he didn't realise his psychiatrist was a cannibalistic serial killer until it was too late. ]

[john_mitchell]

That's true.

Nice of you to be concerned about your mun though.

[killerempathy]

I take it that's not a common occurrence?

[john_mitchell]

There's ranting and threats against muns and sometimes the odd concern, I guess.

[killerempathy]

[ he raises an eyebrow. ]

Does that ever work? The ranting and the threats?

[john_mitchell]

I doubt it. They'll always do what they want.

So you probably don't have to worry about yours. It's likely they know what they're doing and want you there.

[killerempathy]

I... [ he gives a wry twitch of his lips. ] I find that hard to believe.

[john_mitchell]

Why?

[killerempathy]

I just think that she - my mun - is out of her depth.

[john_mitchell]

I thought that of mine too but I think they can handle it more than you think.

[killerempathy]

Mine seems determined to try.

[john_mitchell]

Then give them a chance.

[notbloodylikely]

Maybe that's the point. People like entertainment that makes them uncomfortable, yah know?

[killerempathy]

[ a wry smile. ]

What does that say about people?

[notbloodylikely]

Eeh. [He holds a hand about neck height and waves it side to side slowly.]

Probably something. I'm guessing... that people like little reminders of what they can feel.

[killerempathy]

It still seems very masochistic.

[notbloodylikely]

That too, guy. But who doesn't like a little pain, huh?

[killerempathy]

I can think of some people who'd rather do without.

[notbloodylikely]

Nah, nah. It's how you know you're alive, yah know?

[killerempathy]

[ a pause. ]

I suppose that's true.

[notbloodylikely]

I've been told I point out self evident truths a lot.

[It's usually after they say he's pitifully ignorant.]

[fine_young]

I'm sure they have worse than you in there. And you're only bad because of the other people you bring with you.

[killerempathy]

People like you?

[ or, well, an older, alternate version of you. ]

[fine_young]

Am I really so bad, Will? Most of my victims have been horrible people, and even your Hannibal is not completely evil.

He is trying to be your friend, in his broken way. He just doesn't understand that people don't treat their friends like this, and why.

[killerempathy]

I still can't condone what he-- you do.

[fine_young]

Would it help you know why? Or at least my version of why?

*He smiles slightly.* And in many ways you have condoned it already, Will. You've eaten his cooking, haven't you?

[killerempathy]

[ his response is delivered through gritted teeth. ]

Yes.

[fine_young]

Oh Will . . . I feel sorry for you. For both of you--after all, your version of myself must be very lost. Another little sister is gone, and the first friend he's had in a very long time hates him now.

And you've found that your closest confidant does horrible things, that he want to make you into something more like him, that he's an emotionally-stunted sadist with a desire to take revenge on God and all of God's creations.

Want to hear a story, Will?

[killerempathy]

Are you giving me a choice?

[fine_young]

You want to know why, I know you do.

You want to know why someone who was good to you, someone who liked you, was also a serial killer and ruining your life for fun.

So I'll tell you a faerie tale, because faerie tales are the cruelest of all.

[killerempathy]

Fine. Why don't you tell me this-- this story?

[fine_young]

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a Count who lived in a castle in the woods with his wife and two children. But war came to the woods, and the Count and his wife were caught in the crossfire of a pointless, stupid skirmish.

So the two children were alone. They hid in the hunting lodge, the boy protecting his baby sister as his dead parents had told him to. But they were not alone for long.

No, because there was more fallout from the battle. Bad men, cruel and cowardly piggish men, deserters that had run from the fight found the lodge. And an eight-year-old boy with a sharp stick can't keep wolves from the door long.

It was a bad winter, that winter of a long time ago. A few birds and the remains of a starved deer weren't enough to last a pack of men for long, and a pack of wolves had eaten what was left of the Count and his wife. *He starts trembling, very slightly, and red sparks pinwheel in his eyes.* They had to break my arm to take her.

[killerempathy]

And what did you do to them? These men?

[ does he really want to know? call it morbid curiosity. ]

[fine_young]

Oh, I killed all of them. Ate some, too--they were delicious. I especially liked Dortlich's manner of death; I tied him to a tree with a noose around his neck and tied the other end of it to a horse. His head went pop when the horse walked too far away. *He smiles slightly.* Then I ate his cheeks with mushrooms cooked over a campfire, they were soft and tasty.

[zeller]

Oh come on, Graham! There's worse places for you to be. [ yes bro that is some sweet ass innuendo right there ]

[killerempathy]

[ he sees your innuendo and frowns at it. oh sweet words of reassurance and comfort. ]

Thanks. I'll -- [ he clears his throat. ] I'll bear that in mind.

[zeller]

[ hey that's what he's here for ]

You know, you look like someone who would benefit from going to the Fun Zone at Chuck E Cheese's. Has anyone ever told you that?

[killerempathy]

I can't say that they have. Besides, I doubt it would appeal to my-- my tastes.

[ fun doesn't fit in with his angst-filled lifestyle. ]

[bulletpoint]

You-you really need to work on your threatening letters.

[killerempathy]

I... I didn't intend to sound threatening.

[bulletpoint]

Well good, 'cause you just barely cleared the bar of fucking sad. Was that what you were aiming for?

[killerempathy]

No. I was aiming to get my point across.

[bulletpoint]

Swing and a miss. Never tried the "it's for your own good" tactic myself but can't say the concern's worth the effort. You're screwed, man. Might as well screw 'em back.