46 - Event Stage 4 - Phone

[ceasetoexist]

You know something? Since the rest of you are all letting crap off your chest? Yeah, there's something I gotta say. And I've thought it a lot, but I've never said it. And I think I oughta.

[A small beat. Then...]

I deserve to be here. With all the evil junk I've done, yeah. I belong here. Cause I'm a dangerous little nutbag.

And I have done a whole lot of evil junk back home. Like, I bet I've done a lot more then a lot of the villains here have done. And there's a lot of villains here. For starters, back home I:

[No one can see it, but he starts counting off on fingers as he lists his accomplishments into the phone. It's almost rhythmic, how he's speaking.]

Helped a cult try and perform a human sacrifice.

Conned a business mogul into helping alien invaders try and kill my next door neighbor and his friends, who had been chosen to save the world.

Had been working with said alien invaders to help conquer and ultimately destroy the planet.

Aaaaand when that didn't work out I decided to run away into different time periods like a loser in the time machine I stole.

That's pretty much it for the things back home, aside from all the times I've lied, cheated, or stolen something, which was a lot. Here, I've pretty much lied, cheated, and stolen a lot too. Haven't gotten to do much evil aside from destroy a lot of public property because of my anger issues like a cry baby, aaaaand I've killed the drone of my best friend here. Twice. And that dork with the glasses during the whole letter thing. Which I felt bad about but I mustn't really of since I still did it anyway even if the killing blow was an accident. Because me doing anything right is a long shot anyway.

So yeah. Kinda deserve this, or any punishment I get.

Comments

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Holding the phone in shock. It isn't what you've done that surprises him--he already knew about most of those things--it's the self-deprecation that leaves him kind of speechless. And the best friend part... do you actually mean him?]

...

Pokey? Stop.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No I don't think I will. I got it all out anyway.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

You're sure? ...What made you confess?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No.

I don't know. I just felt I had to.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should hang up. Before you say anymore.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

What's more to say?

I pretty much said ever evil thing I've done so far.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, sounds like you outed yourself pretty good there.]


Is... all of it true?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[He doesn't seem to mind, even if you did try to destroy the world.]

Did you see the News?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I saw it.

They're trying to flush out communists. Or people they can get to say they're communists. As a scapegoat.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

It's stupid. They know we don't have the power to kill permanently.

[And speaking of false confessions...]

There was a guy on the street shouting out that he was a Communist. But he didn't know what a Communist was.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Maybe. But people are reactionary. And to be fair? No one knows everyone. The possibility there could be some weird friggin' exception is terrifying.

[There's a pause at that.]

So they're forcing some people to just confess. That isn't surprising.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Obviously, whoever's running this town isn't happy until everyone in it is forced to make false confessions and then punished for them. And even then they aren't happy for long.]

...

What happens if one of us is forced to confess?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....Who knows.

I wonder if they'd go and permanently kill whoever confesses.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Maybe. If they do and you confess... and you want to be silenced, I could do it for you.

[He'd ask you for the same in return but he doubts it would be very effective.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

You're the only person left who ever looks out for me.

[Oh goddammit. He didn't mean to say that out loud.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[A brief silence.]

Wanna do something?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yes.

Whatcha' wanna do?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Have you seen the 'pool' lately?

[Pool: code term for 'underground lair in progress'.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah the pool's okay. Not a bad cover either for-

[That'd be some indecipherable mumbling as he claps a hand over his mouth. Are you shitting him? He can't even lie about that or keep to code words.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Oh for--]

Shh!

[He should have figured. At least you caught yourself.]

So did you want to see it? A new... 'component'... is being added.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Sure. You mean one I'm-

[Know what? Slamming the phone down.

He'll be over at your house in a few to see you.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Hanging up. He suspects you're on your way.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he soon is. He won't bother knocking or anything, he'll just head to the gate to the yard so he can get a look at the "pool". Since he's in the house area by this point, he expects you'll have noticed him and show up soon.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger has pretty much been standing around waiting and possibly watching some ants crawl around on the patio. He motions for Pokey to come this way toward a hole in the ground that's acting as a temporary entrance.]

Hey.