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

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[It's alright. If he cares, he doesn't show it. Hell, he even laughs. It isn't a happy or pleasant laugh, slightly strangled even. And not by his usual coughing.]

Yeah. But it doesn't matter.

I'm going to fail. I always fail at whatever I try to do.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I don't know about that. You were pretty good about taking over my world...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Then it was a fluke. Or I just got lucky, for once.

Not that I'd consider it lucky now if I still went and did it.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You probably built up a lot of experience in the meantime. Although you were pretty deranged when I met you.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah I guess it's possible. I don't plan on gaining experience in the future.

I'm pretty deranged now. I'm sure future-me has to be another case in being a giant pathetic crazy.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

...

I'm not sure how to say it, but you kind of cackled. It was a little weird. And asthmatic.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Fantastic.

I'd kind of like to think I'm not to the cackling point yet.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It sounded a little like 'heheheheheeeeee *cough*', if you wanted to look for warning signs. But I don't think you are, no.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well good. Tell me if I am.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I will.

You should be careful of laughs that trail off, too. Those were a little creepy. The worst part was hearing it and then seeing you look like a corp --

...

You know, I think I'm going to hang up and talk to myself now.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Alright. Bye.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Bye.

........alsoienjoyedmyselfalotbeatingupyourlittlerobotclone -- *mmmppph*

[There is a strangled sound as Lucas shoves his hand in his mouth and hangs up.]