shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

I'm confused. Who is that again? The one that's already here.

 

PLEASE IGNORE THE SUBACCOUNT MISFIRE

 

THERE IS NO HOSTILE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE BEHIND THIS ACCOUNT

ALL IS WELL.

FRIEND COMPUTER TELLS YOU SO.

 

*scoffs* Well, I trust friend computer only as far as I can throw it, honestly.

 

Ptchoooooo. -giggles until she falls over and fails to get up-

 

I'm pretty sure you can't throw friend computer.

 

Okay. I don't trust friend computer at all, then.

 

He's ok. He is. He just. Might not realize it. But being out is better. It is.

 

Sure it's cozy in the hole. But you keep having to do things and eventually, the things you do hurt people who didn't choose to throw themselves into the hole with you. Sometimes they break the hearts of the people you love and sometimes they break the universe. Either way, the collateral damage surpasses acceptable losses.

 

Hey Norm, how long do you think I knew Valiska before she told me she loved me?

Hint: it was more than two days.

 

If I know you it took you more than two days to speak to Valiska. And by speak, I mean something more along the lines of "is it still raining out?" than "can I take you to the dance?"

 

I don't know. *throws his hands up in the air* A year?

 

...Place I used to live I might have wanted to burn the universe. It'd have fucking deserved it for creating people like me in the first place.

Here? Well. Like I said. Habit dies hard. Never said I didn't want to leave the hole. Just that it's easier to stay.

I tried to leave, and then I messed up and realized I was lost and alone and the world didn't play by familiar rules so I found something familiar. And now I'm fucked again. It's not like I don't recognize the cycle when I'm walking it.

 

It's nice to feel needed, too. Even when you know it's a lie. Even when you know they're just using you to get what you can give them, and that if you stop being more use than trouble they'll drop you.

 

...don't be so pathetic.

 

You're not wrong.

Actually, not that long. Stan's right--it would probably have taken me a year to have a conversation with her if I hadn't been put into a situation where I had to talk to her. But after she and I got to know each other I'd say it took about a month and a half. Which is actually much faster than it happens for a lot of other people, but she was my curse-breaker and we had to be brutally honest with each other, and we just got to the point where it had to be said.

Is there anything that any of us can do to help?

 

The lady who's leading you to safety asked you questions, and you completely ignored her. Are you sure you're in a position to be saying things like that?

 

Shut up! You don't know me, you bitch!

 

There's that, too. People look after their tools. If I'm someone else's I have their protection. I only have to watch for a few knives in my back instead of all of then.

-a supremely hollow laugh- Would that I could. You ever been addicted, kid?

...I don't know. What's the cost?

 

So you think me and Pap will take much longer?