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“Week people revenge. Strong people ignore. Intelligent people ignore.” ~~Einstein
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I begged and bluggered and blubbered and bageled and blabbered and cried and consoled and banged my head on the silver bars of my cave-cage because I was so depressed I almost even wanted to die. But no whatter what I said or did nothing I could say or do could change the fact that Scaar wouldn’t going to let me out. “But WHY?” I inquired wailingly, dramatically stretching out a long sleeky gloved arm through the bars out to the area outside the cage. “Because this is the plan,” Scaar supplied dependably. “But WHY? Why is it the plan?” Scaal stood up ragingly, flexing too since he had also taken his shirt off because he had to because of the fighting and stuff. Wow and I couldn’t help it noticing that he was super buff and shredded and tots sexypants, but that was off of the topic so I moved to something else: “Can’t we just-” “NO!” he bellowed answeringly, stomping one tiny foot. Then he was depressed and cut himself. “Scaarc wow no don’t do that! You’re hurt yourself!”
Scowl glared at me grimacingly. “Because I have been trained and brain-trained for the plan since I was a tiny infant newborn baby! Because we have to do this or else everyone and everything will be destroyed because of the Infusion Caacade!” I chewed on that for a fat minute, trying to think of a counterpoint. But instead I just got tots distracted by Scaar’s hot bod and his torturelike sad gothic back scars.* But that wasn’t a character flaw———it tuned out it was actually exactly the answer all along.
That’s when I realized what the answer had been all along———this hole time staring me right in the front of below my nose. “Scaarr…” I simmered sulkily, and immediately he started listening better. “Huh?” he humphed, but in such a way that was obviously in an curious and a inquiring type of way. “That’s just it,” I initiated incompletely, therefore continuing: “Weave forgotten something impotent, someone essential.” “And what is that?” he answered bouncingly, inquiring. “Well that’s just the thing,” I unraveled slowly. “Which is?” Scaar tripled tuggingly, stepping closer. I raised up my fist, clenching it and clutching the bars and hanging from them dramatically and also performativeingly. “LOVE,” I epiphanied loudly, sing-songy almost even. Not to give the idea that I was faking, btw, or anything like that, because I was being 1010% sincere and serious and genuine and heartfelt and authentic. Actually the third one most of all of those because my heart was felt just awful and terrible because of all the curdled love in it. “Because I love you Scaar, and you love me, and that is so painfully romantic and tragic, and because because of that love you want to listen to what I want to tell you right now and consider it deeply on top of that too, and what I am telling you to do right now Scaar is to listen to me right now. OK?”
He nodded a bitty bit at that. “OK sure,” he determined grittily, giving me a bitty bit of a sad smile that was like, “wow I guess that’s true, and wow you’re literally so cute, and wow I guess what’s the point of not listing cause what harm could it do?” “Yeah, exactly,” Scat said, agreeing assentingly, and also continuing like this: “I guess your right. But what would we possibly ever do instead? After all, if Derek’s Ascended Infection isn’t stopped soon it will be the end of everything and everyone will be totally destroyed like I said.” I nodded my head, black cutesy curls crumpling. “True. But maybe I have an idea for that. So here I goes.” Then I spat it out all at once time: “If we just LOVE each other and also figure some shit out later and TRUST each other and figure some shit out as well then I KNOW that we can figure this out!” I paused and shimmied on the bars, making googley eyes. “Just trust me, Scaar. That’s all I’m am asking. Because maybe only then we can have a redemption…a redemption past the path of pain.” I said that poetic statement quietly, and softly, and gently, and mutedly, and hushedly, and in all the other kinds of shush.
There was a long, anguinized pause. The tension trembled touchily, and I could tell it was almost close to snapping——but which way I couldn’t tell. I wanted to believe that Scaar wanted to believe in me…but how could I, when he had already betrayed us already? How could I trust him again to trust me again, after what had happened? He was tortured and stuff. Really depressed and sad and hopeless and hopeless and miserable and meloncholy and all the other was you can be down sad. Including blue, although obviously he was not actually literally blue, just figuratively blue.
After a few tense hourse and at long long last, after what had felt like an unbearable and unendurable alootment of time, Scaar spoke up. “OK.” He walked over and unlocked the cage, also undoing the spell enchantment and everything so that I could waltz outwards, which I did. Then we were standing together and suddenly I grabbed his face with both of my gloves and bent both elbows inward and also shifted my shoulders and leaned my heard forward and pucked up all of my lips and kissed his giant-jawed stubble-having scar-wearing dreamily brooding extra sassy 10/10 face. We shared a brief bittle bit of a moment then, just making out and being romantic and dramatic. Then suddenly I vomited and gasped and gagged and stumbled away, clutching dramatically at my chest right where my heart would be if not for my bones and skin getting in the way. “Oh Scaar…I can’t…I have to help Derek! So that means I can’t be with you!” He raged suddenly, strangling me. “YOU BITCH! You said you loved me! Now it shows how you lied!” I gasped and wiggled wormily although in a hot way, and grasped out a single word:
“Ididn’tmeanthatididn’tloveyouScaarIreallydeeplydobutrightnowwehavetogoanddealwithDerekandhisinfectionbecauseifwedon’teveryoneandeverythingwillblowupandgotoshitsoletsjustfocusonthatrightnowbutistillloveyouiswear…!”
After hearing that he stood there for a few minutes, probs just processing and drinking it in, then he quickly let go of me and said something. “OK. I… I guess. Sure. OK.” He said that in a way that made me think he was going to hardcore kill himself really soon. So I worried a bitty bit, and also cried, but then I said, “well, we should go. We’ll definitely have time to figure this shit out later, right? Right. Nothing bad will happen to where this gets unresolved tragically forever. So let’s go, alright? Alright.” He shed another blood-shaped ear, but at least he helped me or agreed to do that I guess.
Then we left the cave, and of course we where stuck in Hell again. “Fuck!” I commented irritably. “No how we will how where can we get out of here, now that Negogoro is dead?” I wasn’t attacking any one type of person specifically, but suddenly Scaal pointed something out anyway, which made me feel even more torn up beween scarred-and-sulking Scaal and dark-and-darling Derek. “I can track Derek and Negogoero with my scar-magic,” Scar suggested, ripping off his clothes except for the boxers. “I have to so that I can use my scars,” he justified correctly, immediately dispelling any criticisms or weird reactions someone (like me maybe for instance, or maybe someone else…really anyone) might have had at that. “Hey, I don’t mind,” I posited slavishly, smiling a bitty bit and also giving him a good twice-over. Hey, don’t judge——you would have done the exactly same thing if you were in my matte black five-inch magically enchanted Martins. “OK than,” he smirked flirtily. Unfortunately we didn’t have time to do anything else so he just got down on the ground and started lizard-walking around, muttering magic to himself. “Nice ass,” I admired , impressed and also hypnotized. Scaal took a briefs** break from tracking to glance up and smug at me. “Thanks. Yours is totally great also.” Wow, it was so romantic and steamy.
But then I recalled to myself that we absolutely did not have any time to be diddle-daddling around since the entire world (and more impotently Derek and also by an extension Derek+Chylce) was currently on the stake. “OK, your right,” Scaar consented, and got back to magic-tracking. He screamed and groaned in agony, his scars splarking and twisting under his skin, feet and hands getting cut up and burned all over the burning hot hell-floor as he lizard crawled. Eventually after two or three hours of this he arrived at the next field over where there was nothing that looked different. But Scales got up anyway and started dancing around to start a ritual. “It’s to start a ritual,” he described informatively, gesturing wildly at me to join him in. “Whaaat? Derek, you know I don’t dunce!” I squirmed vocally, but he wriggled one eyebrow and flexed and gestured and begged and cried and screamed and threatened to kill himself and at last I was like, “OK, OK, lol, I’ll do it,” and I did do it.***
So then we danced together and it was super romantic and dramatic and magical. Literally, since we were making up magic spell-flames that curdled through the boiling hot fumes billowing around our boiling hot dancing bodies. “Wow, is it hot in here or is that just me?” I half-joked quirkily, leaning on one leg and placing one glove on my hip and reaching the other one out so that it sort of dangled daintily. My little hot comment was because of course that Scaar and me had such amazing top-shelf chemistry and that meant that I was getting distracted. “Maybe we should just forget the whole world-ender thing,” Scaar offered hopefully, posing suggestively. “Wow Scaar maybe we tots should,” I confirmed readily but not too too readily.
But then something else happened! “Look! A portal hole is ripping open! Your sexy dancing skills tots worked!” I claimed, indicating with one outpointed finger. Scaar slipped and saw the portal hole, which was actually currently literally ripping itself open with a gross ripping noise and a nasty gush of space-blood. It was purple and glowing and it smelled like space. “Damn, I guess it did work,” he reinforced powerfully, though then turning to me with a very winky smile. “Although I wood say that it was factually your sexy dancing moves that deployed open the portal hole!” I smiled humbly but nodded coyly to show that I knew I was better than him.
Then I grabbed his wrist and we jumped through the portal together.
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That was because there had been a huge horde of monsters chasing us! “Fuck!” Daar had swored momentarily, hitting a yoga pose to prepare to activate his karate. Then I had grabbed his beefy bloated bulgy bicep thing and pulled him towed the portal thing. “No Scaar, you scars are already too deep! Let’s just go and find Deerek and fix him so we can forget about this mess OK?!” Then he had nodded and that point and that’s when we jumped through the portal like I said. That meant we had escaped just barely inside a nick of time!
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*Well actually I guess what I meant was the back story, although borth actually work in this case which is why I’m not changing it, OK? 15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡno3dx1E5Hs
**Haha lol get it15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9trs847C37
*** Not “it” btw, omg. The magical dancing ritual, duh!
