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#label BowlingForVolcanoHigh: - commented out 6/12/21 - redundant with new label/jump per chapter
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#Bowling for Volcano High
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"I wake up the next morning with my head cradled in my arms."
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play music "audio/OST/Appreciating the Moment.ogg" fadein 1.0
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"My back aches from the lack of proper bedding, but that’s hardly anything new."
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"Groggily, I pull myself to my feet."
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"I pull back the curtain to reveal that a thick sunday fog had rolled in overnight."
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"What time is it…?"
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"Guess I’ll check my phone…"
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"Ten AM, huh…"
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"Damn, I slept a while."
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"...Did Fang sleep well?"
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A "Fang, you up?"
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"The bed is empty."
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A "Oh."
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"Wait a second."
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"My phone has seventy missed calls and over a hundred texts from Naser…"
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"That’s right, my phone was on silent last night for Prom."
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"He’s probably just worried about Fang, but by Raptor Jesus’ right nut man."
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"I open the most recent voicemail."
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FD "By Raptor Jesus’ left testicle if Fang is not home within the hour I will hunt you down and mount your head on my trophy wall! You will RUE the day that-"
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"Whoa."
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"Next one…"
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FD "Maybe I didn’t make myself fucking clear. You will be sleeping with the fishes if Lucy is not home in the morning. I have a particular set of-"
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"I’m starting to get the idea."
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"All the texts are written in a similar vein."
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"I try texting Fang to see if she got home safe."
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"Anon: hey, you alright?"
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"Anon: just noticed your dad was pretty livid last night"
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"Anon: he mustve been writing all night long"
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"...No immediate response."
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"Well, she’ll see it when she sees it."
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"S’not like I can do much else for Fang right now."
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"I take note of the mess that Fang created, a reminder of how badly I fucked up."
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"Fuck me. So this is what they mean by Prom Night disasters."
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"I always thought it was just a euphemism for teen pregnancies."
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"There’s laminate… something, splinters all over the floor from my dresser."
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"And a check inside my bathroom reveals that The Duke managed to crack my porcelain throne."
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"Shit. No way am I getting my deposit back now."
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"I check the controller carefully, only barely relieved that there’s no damage."
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"After I’ve swept up the bits of broken dresser I find I have no real clue what to do."
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"A check of my phone again shows that Fang’s at least seen my texts."
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"I sigh."
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"How do I make this up to her?"
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"I feel like a fucking heel right now."
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"It’ll take my mind off things at least."
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"..."
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"Master Grug, you mind telling me what you’re doing on that boat?"
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"Ooga booga, finish this fight."
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"Guess I’ll play the next one, I really don’t feel like doing anything else today."
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"..."
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scene room anon night with fade
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"Wake Grug when you need Grug."
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"Really wish I could just float away in an iceberg like Master Grug after last night."
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"I glance at my phone and realize I spent ten hours playing Rock Ring."
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"My mind was turned off for most of that, guess I just lost track of time."
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"I’m shaken from my thoughts by a knock at my door."
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"The door I forgot to lock."
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"Oh god, I’m gonna be murdered, butchered, my body parts sold on the black market and turned into some disgusting rhinorex’s sex toys."
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"Hopefully in that order."
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"Before I can search for my knife, the door opens to reveal…"
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F "Anon? You- oh! Hey…"
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F "Uh… Why are you huddled in the fetal position?"
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A "Fang? Oh thank fuck."
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"I deflate, slumping lifelessly on my bed."
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A "I thought your dad was here to kill me."
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F "Ah. Yeah. Sorry."
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"Fang sets her backpack down on the kitchen table."
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F "So…"
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"Shit. Should have actually thought about what I should say to her."
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A "Fang, about last ni-"
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F "It’s fine."
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A "-ight.. What?"
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F "It’s fine, Anon. I don’t blame you for what happened."
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"What."
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F "In fact, I’m sorry for overreacting last night."
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"There’s something about this all that is setting off alarms in my head."
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"I don’t know what kind though. Or why."
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A "I… What?"
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F "I said I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up on you like last night."
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A "Even if it was my fault? I should have-"
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F "It isn’t, Anon."
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A "But-"
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show black with fade
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"My words are cut off. My mind goes completely blank."
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"Fang’s hands grip my dirty dress shirt tightly as her beak presses against my parted lips, her tongue invading my mouth."
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"She pulls away abruptly, leaving me confused and lightheaded."
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A "I..wha...Fang?"
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"Her hands guide me down onto my bed and she straddles my lap."
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"..."
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"Sometime in the night the bed shifts."
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"I hear the bathroom door close so I pay it no mind and drift back to sleep."
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"Eventually my internal clock wakes me up."
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scene room anon day with fade
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"Stretching and yawning, realize that it’s a lot brighter than normal."
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"Did I sleep in?"
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"The alarm clock on my table has been unplugged…"
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"I reach over to grab my phone to check the time."
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"Nine-o-two AM?"
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"Oh shit, Fang and I are beyond late."
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"Wait, where is Fang?"
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"Her backpack is gone, too."
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"Oh come on, she went to school without me?!"
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"I rush to put my clothes on and get out the door as soon as possible."
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"About halfway there my phone buzzes in my pocket."
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"Unread texts from Fang?"
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"{i}Fang: ♪ Control over my life you denied, And now death approaches from the sky, Why'd it be me you had to vilify? I guess this is Goodbye, Volcano High ♫{/i}"
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"The cryptic message stops me in my tracks."
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"Something is definitely wrong."
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"This almost reads like…"
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"The adrenaline pushes my feet back into a desperate bolt towards the school."
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scene outside school fog
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"The whole time my mind floods with horrid worst-case scenarios."
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"I tell myself I’m just worrying, but my mad sprint betrays the lie."
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"As I approach the school, I notice a crowd through the haze."
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"Surely it’s just a drill."
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"The deceit is shattered when I see the crowd consists of students huddling and crying, with teachers quietly making sure everyone is accounted for."
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"...Where’s Fang?"
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"She has to be in this crowd."
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"There’s just a fire in the school that scared people."
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"She’s in this crowd somewhere."
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scene a02 with fade
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T "YOU!!"
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"The voice calls out through the silence for all to hear."
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"Trish moves to stand a dozen feet in front of me on the pavement."
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"A shaky finger directing malice towards me."
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"She’s redfaced, streams of tears running the mascara down her face."
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T "WHY DID YOU COME HERE?!?"
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"Blurred heads turn to the commotion."
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T "YOU BASTARD!!"
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T "WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST LEAVE US ALONE?!"
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T "NOW JUST LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!"
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T "LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!"
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T "ARE YOU HAPPY?"
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"I can’t say anything."
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"Is this really happening?"
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T "LEAVE US ALREADY!!"
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T "YOU SHOW UP, GET THEIR ATTENTION, AND NOW… AND NOW…!"
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"She chucks her phone through the air."
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"It misses by inches and smashes on the ground somewhere behind me."
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T "I WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU THE WHOLE TIME!!"
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T "I WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU!! YOU!!"
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"By now her tirade becomes incomprehensible screaming."
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"A teacher has to hold her back and try directing her to a nearby curb to sit."
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"...I don’t have time for this."
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"Where is Fang?"
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"I gotta get in that building."
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"I turn around and dash away into the fog as Trish is being consoled by a group of students."
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"The side door is still unlocked, and I’m able to slip in without being noticed."
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"The halls are silent, despite it all."
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"My footsteps clatter through the empty halls."
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"It’s third period now, Fang always talks about having to deal with Naomi in Econ."
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"That’s not on this floor, fuck!"
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"I pause when I reach the stairwell upwards."
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"I can’t say for sure what, but my instincts are screaming at me to not go up, to turn back now."
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"... I can’t."
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"My hand lightly glides along the handrail while I cautiously cross the stairs to the second floor."
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"The first thing that hits me is the smell."
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"That electric, almost metallic stench of wet ozone."
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"I’ve never been in a real fight before, but even so…"
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"It’s a smell everyone instinctively knows."
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"I couldn’t tell what sound I made, because I frankly don’t remember."
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"All I will ever remember from this is the sight of my former classmates splattered across the halls like bags of waste."
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"The spills and trails of blood tell the story of their final moments."
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"Two were trying to run and still remain face down in their final resting places."
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"One slumped from a locker, smearing his remains all the way down like a puppet string."
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"And the last one, who tried fighting back, now clumped in the middle of the hallway soaked in the collective pooling blood."
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"It was Naser."
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"This isn’t real, none of this is real."
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"I’m just having a nightmare after last nights’ episode."
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"Things are just fine, I’ll return to reality soon…"
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"..."
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"..."
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"..."
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"Please…"
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"...God...Damn it..."
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"...Where is Fang…?"
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"I just need to find her."
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"There’s one open door in the hall, the one closest to the battlefield."
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"I already know I’m not going to see her."
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"Fang hasn’t been in that room since she started."
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"The only thing in there is the huddled corpse of our student council president."
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"...Guess she didn’t get that ‘perfect highschool life’ in the end."
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"..."
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"The stairs."
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"There’s only one place she can be."
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"One place where she’d go."
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"When I turn back to the stairwell, something makes a wet thud behind me."
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"Somehow, Naser’s still alive."
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"He’s moved his arm in my direction, and still has the strength to move a bit."
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"His eyes meet mine for a moment."
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"Disappointment."
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"Sorrow."
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"Mourning."
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"..."
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"I can’t focus on him."
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"He’s got seconds left, anything I tried would just be a waste of time."
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"His hand makes a wet slap against the hard tiles one last time while I start up the stairs."
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"Somehow, the remaining two flights of stairs have gained another several hundred steps."
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"I haven’t seen who it was yet, it might not be her."
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"You know well it can only be her."
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"How could I have known this would happen? This isn’t my fault..!"
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"You had just as much a hand in this as she did."
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"Fang isn’t here. She’s at home being grilled by her father for seeing me again."
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"She’s behind that door with a loaded gun."
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"...How long have I been standing here, staring at the doorknob?"
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"...How much longer could I get away with putting it off?"
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"As it is, it’s not the worst case scenario."
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"Even if Naser and Naomi are gone…"
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"There’s a chance it’s not Fang up here."
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"I’d rather just stand here forever."
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"Relishing in the possibility that there’s some hope left."
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"However."
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"Time stops for no one."
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"Not even me."
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"The police sirens have been outside for a while."
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"I can’t ignore them any longer."
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"I owe Fang this much at least."
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"..."
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"The doorknob is still cold on my hand."
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"I turn it and exit to the rooftop."
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"In the dense morning fog the only thing to stand out is the silhouette."
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"One that I easily recognize."
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A "Fang."
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"She’s silent. I can’t even tell if she’s looking at me or not."
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A "Fang, please. Say something."
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"My legs feel leaden as I approach her."
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A "Fang. Come on. T-this is all…"
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"Slowly more and more details come too."
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"The revolver that hung limply from her fingers."
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"The splatter of blood on her pants."
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"Her wings with multiple bald patches on them."
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"And the sound of her ragged breaths."
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A "Fang…"
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"My fingers brush against her shoulder."
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A "ARGH!"
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"Hot, searing pain."
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"My left leg crumples under me."
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"As I fall I see Fang’s beautiful amber eyes."
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"They’re red and puffy, with makeup-less tears running freely down her cheeks."
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F "A-Anon… WHY ARE YOU-!"
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A "Aaaah… haaaah… Fang… Why…?"
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F "Y-you weren’t supposed to be here!"
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F "You shouldn’t have come here!"
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A "Fuck… Because… Because I love you! Haaaaaah."
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"I struggle to balance on my left leg. The hole in my shin dribbles blood down to the floor."
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"I don’t care though."
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"I hobble forward."
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"Fang steps back."
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F "S-stay back!"
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"The revolver clatters against the concrete, spent on ammo."
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A "Fang… please…"
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"A painful step forward."
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"She takes another back."
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F "Anon!"
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A "Just come downstairs with me… It’s not over, it doesn’t have to be this wa-"
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"With a crunch, my shin gives out completely, lurching me forward onto my hands and knees."
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"I have to keep going."
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"Even if it’s on my knees."
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"I can feel myself slowing."
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"My thoughts cloudy."
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"The blood loss..."
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"The pain is so intense, however."
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"It brings some clarity to my mind."
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"Enough that I can drag myself forward."
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|
||||
A "Please, come down with me."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Oh-oh god. Oh my god. S-stop…"
|
||||
|
||||
"The sharp bone pokes and tears through my leg muscle."
|
||||
|
||||
"I briefly look behind me, the trail is spilling out and making my other leg wet."
|
||||
|
||||
"Bile rises up my throat at the sight."
|
||||
|
||||
"I swallow hard and look back to Fang."
|
||||
|
||||
"I have to reach her."
|
||||
|
||||
"I can still fix this."
|
||||
|
||||
"I can still save her."
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang keeps backing away as I try to get closer, remaining out of my reach."
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang stops and catches her balance."
|
||||
|
||||
"Her foot is halfway over the edge."
|
||||
|
||||
"We’ve reached the edge of the rooftop."
|
||||
|
||||
"End of the line."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Fang."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Look at me."
|
||||
|
||||
scene a11 with fade
|
||||
|
||||
"Her head shakily turns from the concrete below to meet my eyes again."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Back away from there, please."
|
||||
|
||||
F "I-I… I…"
|
||||
|
||||
A "It’s not over."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Stay with me here, please."
|
||||
|
||||
F "I…"
|
||||
|
||||
A "Don’t leave me alone."
|
||||
|
||||
"We stare for an eternity, all through the police’s screaming below."
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang looks below once more, down the three story drop to the walkway below."
|
||||
|
||||
"The walkway we’d passed through so many times to get to classes without a second thought."
|
||||
|
||||
"The walkway we crossed daily with our friends through all our trials."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Please…"
|
||||
|
||||
"She looks to me again, less shakily this time."
|
||||
|
||||
"The sides of her mouth curl into a warm smile."
|
||||
|
||||
"The last of her tears falls."
|
||||
|
||||
scene a12 with fade
|
||||
|
||||
"She jumps."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Fang!"
|
||||
|
||||
"I can’t look over."
|
||||
|
||||
"I don’t want to see it."
|
||||
|
||||
"The authorities betray my final wish of death by bursting through the door at that exact minute."
|
||||
|
||||
"I drift into unconsciousness when they start wrapping my leg."
|
||||
|
||||
scene black with fade
|
||||
|
||||
pause 5
|
||||
|
||||
"..."
|
||||
|
||||
"Three weeks pass."
|
||||
|
||||
"Probably."
|
||||
|
||||
"All I can remember is the sterile hospital room and an endless lineup of reporters."
|
||||
|
||||
"The whole incident made national news."
|
||||
|
||||
"Apparently I had become ‘the brave soul who took a bullet to stop a school shooting.’"
|
||||
|
||||
"But to everyone I know I’m just the one who caused all this."
|
||||
|
||||
"After I refused to answer the constant pestering enough, I was finally left in blissful solitude."
|
||||
|
||||
"I expected a visit from Spears, or Reed, or Stella or someone."
|
||||
|
||||
"But they never came."
|
||||
|
||||
"I got discharged just yesterday."
|
||||
|
||||
"I’ll need to stay on a crutch for a few months, but that’s hardly the wound I'm worried about."
|
||||
|
||||
scene a13 with fade
|
||||
|
||||
"...Her funeral was today."
|
||||
|
||||
"I wasn’t invited, of course."
|
||||
|
||||
"But I can’t just leave it either."
|
||||
|
||||
"So I wait out of sight several hundreds of feet away for the remaining family members to trickle out of the crowd and go home."
|
||||
|
||||
scene a14a with fade
|
||||
|
||||
"The last figure lingers for over an hour."
|
||||
|
||||
"If anyone, he’s the one who deserved this the least."
|
||||
|
||||
"He was right the whole time, about me."
|
||||
|
||||
"And here I am, defiling her grave with my presence."
|
||||
|
||||
"Eventually, he too leaves."
|
||||
|
||||
scene a15 with fade
|
||||
|
||||
"The alternations of footsteps and the crutch make me feel more mechanical than human."
|
||||
|
||||
"Then again, that may be true regardless of having a crutch."
|
||||
|
||||
scene a14 with fade
|
||||
|
||||
"The two graves are right next to each other."
|
||||
|
||||
"Various flowers pollute the fresh mounds."
|
||||
|
||||
"In memory of Naser. Loving son and brother."
|
||||
|
||||
"... I’m sorry, man."
|
||||
|
||||
"I hobble over to the other headstone."
|
||||
|
||||
"{i}Here lies dearest Lucy. Heaven restores you in light.{/i}"
|
||||
|
||||
"God damn it."
|
||||
|
||||
"This is all my fault."
|
||||
|
||||
"None of this would have happened if I noticed something was wrong."
|
||||
|
||||
"If I just supported Fang more instead of getting into a fight."
|
||||
|
||||
"If I never got between her and her friends by telling her how I felt."
|
||||
|
||||
"If I never bothered Fang and just stayed to myself."
|
||||
|
||||
"...If I never moved to Volcaldera in the first place."
|
||||
|
||||
"Fuck."
|
||||
|
||||
"And because of me Naomi and Naser and Fang and the others are gone."
|
||||
|
||||
"Because I’m too fucking stupid to see any of the warning signs."
|
||||
|
||||
"I should be crying right now."
|
||||
|
||||
"I should be screaming to the world why I should have died instead."
|
||||
|
||||
"But I instead I just feel…"
|
||||
|
||||
"My final plea to Fang races through my head."
|
||||
#fade in wind blowing here
|
||||
play sound "audio/effects/wind.wav" loop volume 0.3
|
||||
"{i}Don’t leave me alone.{/i}"
|
||||
|
||||
"I just feel completely and utterly and hopelessly alone."
|
||||
|
||||
"The sprinkling rain stops."
|
||||
|
||||
"Seems the world is tired of my monologuing."
|
||||
|
||||
"Like Trish said, I’m just some nobody from the middle of nowhere."
|
||||
|
||||
"And the only person I ever cared about is gone."
|
||||
|
||||
"The split second I thought I was somebody, I ruined everything."
|
||||
|
||||
"So now, I’m back to being nobody."
|
||||
|
||||
"..."
|
||||
|
||||
"It’s better this way."
|
||||
|
||||
$ quick_menu = False
|
||||
window hide
|
||||
play sound "audio/effects/wind.wav" loop volume 0.2
|
||||
play music "audio/OST/Sad!.ogg" fadein 1.0 volume 2.8 noloop
|
||||
pause 20
|
||||
stop sound fadeout 1.0
|
||||
scene black with fade
|
||||
pause 30
|
||||
scene 1of4 with fade
|
||||
pause 15
|
||||
$ renpy.quit()
|
||||
@ -1 +1,113 @@
|
||||
#TODO: transfer DaScript appropriately to this section
|
||||
#label shooter: - commented out 6/12/21 - new format
|
||||
label chapter_8.50A:
|
||||
|
||||
#Announcing a Plan | shooter
|
||||
show anon neutral at aleft
|
||||
show fang neutral at scenter
|
||||
|
||||
"I help Fang through the first few questions until she says she has a good grasp on the concept."
|
||||
|
||||
"Eventually I’m able to focus on my own work again, making steady progress through the remaining problems."
|
||||
|
||||
"My mind wanders back to the idea of going to Prom."
|
||||
stop music fadeout 1.0
|
||||
|
||||
"I honestly don’t feel like going."
|
||||
|
||||
"Maybe Fang will feel the same about skipping prom and just going to the beach or something."
|
||||
|
||||
play music 'audio/OST/That Monochromatic Weirdo.ogg' fadein 1.0
|
||||
A "Hey Fang. Do-"
|
||||
|
||||
"Something’s off with Fang, she’s gazing vacantly into space."
|
||||
|
||||
"Her worksheet lies untouched in front of her."
|
||||
|
||||
A "... Fang?"
|
||||
|
||||
F "... I’ve decided."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Huh?"
|
||||
|
||||
show fang happy flip at scenter
|
||||
|
||||
F "VVURM DRAMA has to play for the school at prom."
|
||||
|
||||
F "It’s the only way that everyone will finally see our talent."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Wait, your band? But I thought you broke off last mon-"
|
||||
|
||||
F "Oh, don’t worry about that."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Trish called with the idea last night and I apologized!"
|
||||
|
||||
A "I-wait, you apologized?"
|
||||
|
||||
F "Thinking about it again, leaving the band was something of an overreaction on my part."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Overreaction? But she-"
|
||||
|
||||
F "Trish has been my friend for a long time, and I shouldn’t have been so harsh on her."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Uh… ye-"
|
||||
|
||||
F "So the band’s back together!"
|
||||
|
||||
F "Isn’t that great!?"
|
||||
|
||||
A "I-I, uh, sure?"
|
||||
|
||||
F "So you’ll go to prom to help us play, right?"
|
||||
|
||||
"So much for avoiding it. Fuck me."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Guess I don’t have much of a choice."
|
||||
|
||||
A "You sure about Trish though?"
|
||||
|
||||
A "She proba-"
|
||||
|
||||
F "Oh, you can apologize to her at lunch today."
|
||||
stop music
|
||||
|
||||
A "Wh-buh… What?!"
|
||||
|
||||
play music 'audio/OST/ballad_of_the_boot.ogg' fadein 1.0
|
||||
A "Why in the seven fucks would I apologize to her?"
|
||||
|
||||
A "The janitors have stopped washing my locker since it just gets more dicks drawn on it every day!"
|
||||
|
||||
A "There’s more dicks on my locker than in a pride parade for fucks sake!"
|
||||
|
||||
F "It’s easier than just letting it boil, right?"
|
||||
|
||||
F "You should be more willing to forgive people."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Come on, we both have limited friend groups."
|
||||
|
||||
F "We can’t afford to burn bridges when we can just accept things, right?"
|
||||
|
||||
"..."
|
||||
|
||||
"When she puts it like that…"
|
||||
|
||||
A "I… Whatever. Fine."
|
||||
|
||||
"But how she put it."
|
||||
|
||||
"Maybe it’s just me, but she seems a little…"
|
||||
|
||||
"Frantic."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Ohh, thank you so much Anon!"
|
||||
|
||||
F "I’ll start looking for a good suit to wear!"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang yanks her phone out and starts looking through an online catalogue of androgynous formal wear."
|
||||
|
||||
"Well, this can’t be a good sign."
|
||||
|
||||
"Highlight of our time here at Volcano High indeed."
|
||||
stop music fadeout 1.0
|
||||
|
||||
jump chapter_8.75A
|
||||
@ -1 +1,553 @@
|
||||
#TODO: transfer DaScript appropriately to this section
|
||||
label chapter_8.75A:
|
||||
|
||||
#Lets all go to the Museum
|
||||
scene black with fade
|
||||
scene room anon dark with fade
|
||||
play music 'audio/OST/to_swagger.ogg' fadein 1.0
|
||||
|
||||
"Later that night after school Fang texts me."
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: Alright i got a plan"
|
||||
|
||||
"Anon: a plan?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: To make sure the concert goes off without a hitch"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: First we need to learn right from the source"
|
||||
|
||||
"Anon: the source?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: Theres an old museum of fine arts doing a special exhibit on music next week"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: Lots of stories of bands pulling through last minute right?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: If we study from those old guys we’re guaranteed to do great!"
|
||||
|
||||
"Anon: is it really that simple?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: Sure!"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: Were gonna learn how old bands did well, were gonna play our music at prom, everyones gonna love us, and its gonna be great."
|
||||
|
||||
"Anon: that’s a lot of ‘gonnas’"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: And youre gonna come with me"
|
||||
|
||||
"Anon: what about trish and reed?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: Sending them to a bunch of old record shops to cover more ground"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: So itll just be the two of us"
|
||||
|
||||
"Anon: sounds like a plan."
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang: Meet me at the galleria at three alright?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Anon: i’ll be there."
|
||||
|
||||
"I put my phone down and look around my room."
|
||||
|
||||
"Do you need to dress special to go to museums…?"
|
||||
|
||||
"... Not sure if that would be good enough."
|
||||
|
||||
"It’s probably fine, I shouldn’t be getting so worked up."
|
||||
|
||||
"I get to spend the whole day with Fang, after all."
|
||||
scene black with fade
|
||||
stop music fadeout 1.0
|
||||
|
||||
"..."
|
||||
scene museum
|
||||
play music 'audio/effects/chatter loop.ogg' fadein 1.0
|
||||
"The fine art museum turns out to be a relatively modern building right in the middle of the galleria."
|
||||
|
||||
"Exactly the last kind of place I would expect Fang to be seen at."
|
||||
|
||||
"I almost regret my decision not to wear my dirty dress clothes before seeing Fang already waiting for me by the entrance."
|
||||
|
||||
"Seeing me approach, she drops her cigarette and grinds the butt to ash under her heel."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Took you long enough."
|
||||
show anon neutral at aleft
|
||||
show fang happy flip at sright
|
||||
with dissolve
|
||||
"Here’s your one chance Anon don’t fuck it up."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Kept you waiting, huh?"
|
||||
|
||||
F "God, you’re such a dork. C’mon, the music exhibit is inside."
|
||||
|
||||
"Thankfully admission to the museum was free."
|
||||
|
||||
"She leads me by the hand through the front doors, and I immediately feel the temperature fall at least ten degrees."
|
||||
|
||||
"Are museums always this cold?"
|
||||
scene museuminside
|
||||
show anon neutral at aleft
|
||||
show fang happy at sright
|
||||
"The music exhibit is all the way in the back of the museum, past several rooms of abstract modern art."
|
||||
|
||||
F "What a bunch of junk."
|
||||
|
||||
A "What, you don’t want to buy a painting made with dino egg yolks and whites for ten million?"
|
||||
|
||||
F "What a steal!"
|
||||
|
||||
A "What about a sheet of paper with an url to a picture of a fridge for fifty grand?"
|
||||
|
||||
F "You’re messing with me."
|
||||
|
||||
A "It’s true, I’ll show you when we get out of here."
|
||||
|
||||
"We reach the exhibit hall with the big words ‘THE STYGY MOLDRIX EXPERIENCE’ hanging over the door."
|
||||
|
||||
"Despite it being a limited time event on the life and times of a famous musician, there’s only a few dozen people here."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Finally!"
|
||||
|
||||
F "Alright, Anon, get ready to take notes!"
|
||||
|
||||
A "Notes…?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang grabs me by the forearm and rushes the two of us into the exhibit."
|
||||
|
||||
"Once inside, she gives me her phone."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Take pictures of everything for me, okay?"
|
||||
|
||||
A "Dowhatnow? Uh, okay, sure…"
|
||||
|
||||
F "Let’s start with… Uhh…"
|
||||
|
||||
"She scans the room briefly before pointing giddily to a guitar hanging inside a case."
|
||||
|
||||
"Despite being several decades old, the guitar was clearly well looked after."
|
||||
|
||||
"The lacquer on the wood gleamed under the spotlights and the metal didn’t have a speck of rust on it."
|
||||
|
||||
F "OH! OH! That!"
|
||||
|
||||
A "What is it?"
|
||||
|
||||
"She sprints over to the case and I have to catch up making sure I don’t drop her phone."
|
||||
|
||||
F "It’s Stygy’s famous guitar!"
|
||||
|
||||
F "It’s actually a right handed piece, but Stygy was left-handed but couldn’t afford a lefty guitar, so he re-strung a regular one so he could play it."
|
||||
|
||||
F "This guitar was the one he used on his last show at an informal gig in some jazz club in London, a few days before he bit it while OD-ing on drugs."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Yeah, that’s pretty cool."
|
||||
|
||||
"I caught maybe half of that."
|
||||
|
||||
"Either way, I snap several pictures from various angles while Fang continues her sermon."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Alright, what’s next?"
|
||||
|
||||
"She drags me along to the next display case, a few vacuum-sealed pages with various scribblings on them."
|
||||
|
||||
F "And these are some letters he hand-wrote to his father! If my dad wasn’t such an asshole he could have pulled some strings and let us play in the precinct!"
|
||||
|
||||
"I try keeping up with her ramblings while taking pictures, but somewhere along the way I lose her in the twisting corridors."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Oops."
|
||||
|
||||
"I stand in place looking around a bit, but she’s nowhere in sight."
|
||||
|
||||
"She can’t have gone far, guess I’ll keep taking pictures of things."
|
||||
|
||||
"My eyes are drawn to a monitor on the wall playing documentary footage."
|
||||
|
||||
"It was a clip of Stygy playing the national anthem as a protest song or something."
|
||||
|
||||
"It sounded kinda cool, I’ll give him that much."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Ooh, that’s a good find, Anon!"
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang’s voice makes me jump as she reappears out of nowhere."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Maybe we could play something like that, show us as a champion of the common man!"
|
||||
|
||||
A "...Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Glad I could help."
|
||||
|
||||
F "I saw some good stuff in the next row over we can go check out. too."
|
||||
|
||||
"She drags me away from the screen to whatever it is she wants to take ‘inspiration’ from."
|
||||
|
||||
play music 'audio/OST/The Hunt for more (You)s.ogg' fadein 1.0
|
||||
"I’m glad she’s having fun and all, but…"
|
||||
|
||||
"I wish this was more of a date than a research assignment."
|
||||
|
||||
"But I guess she’d feel the same way if I bombarded her with anime."
|
||||
|
||||
"She has her interests and I have mine."
|
||||
|
||||
"Maybe after this I can take her to a restaurant."
|
||||
|
||||
"We’re in a city, but there’s bound to be something relatively cheap nearby."
|
||||
|
||||
"It’d be nice, talking about the pictures and things we’ve been taking over some burgers."
|
||||
|
||||
"It’s only four-thirty now, it’ll be about dinner time by the time we get out, too."
|
||||
|
||||
"Pretty decent timing, sounds like a good plan."
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang drags me around a few more exhibits, cataloguing the various paraphernalia and stopping occasionally to obsess over some minor detail."
|
||||
|
||||
"Eventually we loop back around to the entrance."
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang looks back at the room we just came from."
|
||||
|
||||
A "You about ready to go?"
|
||||
|
||||
F "Maybe… Just trying to think if we missed anything…"
|
||||
|
||||
A "I’m pretty sure we got everything, you could probably reconstruct the entire exhibit using only these pictures I took."
|
||||
|
||||
F "I guess… Just can’t have this part of the plan go wrong, you know?"
|
||||
|
||||
A "About that, I’m still not sure what your plan is meant to-"
|
||||
|
||||
F "OH WAIT!"
|
||||
|
||||
"She dashes off back into the room we just came in, leaving my words dangling from my mouth."
|
||||
|
||||
"While I’m gone her phone buzzes."
|
||||
|
||||
play music 'audio/OST/Summertime Synth.ogg' fadein 1.0
|
||||
"Trish: hey r u rdy to mt up lik u sad we wud?"
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"What…?"
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"It says these ebonics come from Trish, but I didn’t know they were meeting later…"
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"This’ll throw a huge wrench into my plan earlier…"
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F "Alright, sorry, I’m back."
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A "What was that about?"
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F "Sorry, had to hit up the gift shop."
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A "Oh."
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"That explains the fuck-ugly tie-dye monstrosity tide around her headcrest."
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A "You uh, got a text from Trish, I think."
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"I hand her back her phone."
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F "Oh! That’s right, I told her and Reed that we’d meet up after we were done with everything."
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A "...I see…"
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F "Right, so I’ll tell her we should meet at-"
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A "Actually, Fang, hold on a second…"
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F "Hm?"
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A "Before we all meet together, do you want to stop by a restaurant or something, just the two of us?"
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"She thinks to herself for a moment and smiles."
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F "Of course, I dragged you along this whole time after all."
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A "Don’t worry about it."
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A "I think I can get us something from that taco truck I saw on the way in."
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F "Alright, I’ll tell Trish to wait a bit."
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"Instead of Fang dragging me through the museum, we walked out casually hand in hand."
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"I think I saw that truck a block east from here…"
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A "By the way, do you take pollo or asada or what on your taco. Please don’t say leng-"
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F "Wait!!"
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"She stops dead in her tracks, head jerked to the side."
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A "Huh?"
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F "Look!"
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"I peer at where she’s pointing."
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"Some poster on the museum wall, it’s an advertisement for a documentary playing in the museum’s mini theater."
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"And… It’s a documentary on Stygy Moldrix."
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F "I didn’t see this on the way in, we have to see that too!"
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A "But what abou-"
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F "I know, I know, I’m sorry Anon…"
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"Her eyes plead with me for mercy."
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F "Just bear with me a while longer?"
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"I…"
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"Well, it’s not like the truck’s going anywhere, at least."
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A "... Fine. Let’s go…"
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F "Oh, thank you Anon!"
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A "Yeah, I know this means a lot to you."
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F "Come on, the next showing is in five minutes!"
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"Already I’m being dragged back inside."
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"I guess seeing a movie with Fang isn’t the worst thing in the world."
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scene black with fade
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stop music fadeout 1.0
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"..."
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scene theater with fade
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"Well this sucks."
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"I feel my stomach grumble for what feels like the fiftieth time, once again regretting not even buying an overpriced bag of popcorn."
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"Stealthily as I could, I check the time on my phone before the light can distract anyone else."
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"It’s been thirty-six minutes since the documentary started, only a few more to go before I can escape."
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"I glance over at Fang, who has been so engrossed in the film that she hasn’t so much as looked at me this entire time."
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"Resigning myself to my fate, my eyes return to the screen which is currently going on about Stygy’s fourth unfinished studio album."
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"How exciting."
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"I would have just slept through it if I knew Fang wouldn’t be upset with me."
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"Not just because of how interested she is in Stygy Moldrix, but because I wouldn’t be taking notes."
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|
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"As the screen fades and the lights turn back on, I silently thank Raptor Jesus for ending my forty-minute torment."
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F "That was really good! A lot of ideas for the band!"
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A "Er… yeah, it was cool I guess."
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"Just please get me out of here."
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A "Now about that food truck…"
|
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F "Oh! I told Trish and Reed that we could meet at the Galleria food court, we can get something to eat there."
|
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|
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"Really not looking forward to being anywhere near Trish but food is food."
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|
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"Part of me just wants to call the date here and go home."
|
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"Not that it was ever much of a date to begin with."
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A "Alright, let’s go then."
|
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|
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"At least I can talk to Reed about Rock Ring or something."
|
||||
|
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"Fang smiles and leads me back out of the museum and towards the food court."
|
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|
||||
"I still think this is a bad idea, I’m still not over what Trish did and I doubt her mind has changed much either."
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F "Stop being grumpy, Anon, you’re just hungry."
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|
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"For fuck’s sake."
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A "Fang, someone filled my locker with a shit-ton of hentai they printed out last week. It’s not okay."
|
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F "That’s just some dumbass at school, we can get some food and it’ll be fine."
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scene foodcourt
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show fang neutral at aleft
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show anon neutral at aleft
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with fade
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"We round the corner and I immediately lock on to a certain triceratops."
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show reed sunglasses flip at rright:
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show trish neutral:
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xalign 0.8
|
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with dissolve
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"Trish and Reed were already eating at one of the tables."
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|
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"Fuck that."
|
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|
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A "I’m gonna go get something to eat first… You want anything?"
|
||||
|
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F "Nah, I’m good. Not that hungry."
|
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|
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"Extra order of fries it is."
|
||||
|
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"I split off from Fang to find a place to get food from."
|
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scene foodcourt
|
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show anon neutral flip at aleft
|
||||
with fade
|
||||
|
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play music 'audio/OST/sadist.ogg' fadein 1.0
|
||||
"I glance over my shoulder to see Fang saying something and hugging Trish, both of them turning to look over at me."
|
||||
|
||||
"Trish looking significantly less enthused than Fang. No surprise there."
|
||||
|
||||
"I stand in line for a Cretaceous Fried Chicken stand and order my food, savoring every moment I wait and don’t have to interact with Trish."
|
||||
|
||||
"The moment doesn’t last long and I walk over to the table, food in hand."
|
||||
scene foodcourt
|
||||
show fang neutral at aleft
|
||||
show anon neutral at aleft
|
||||
show reed sunglasses flip at rright:
|
||||
show trish neutral flip:
|
||||
xalign 1.1
|
||||
with dissolve
|
||||
|
||||
"I take the seat between Fang and Reed, which puts me straight across the table from Trish."
|
||||
|
||||
"Of fucking course."
|
||||
|
||||
"I place the basket of fries in front of Fang and she immediately starts digging in. So much for not being hungry."
|
||||
|
||||
"Reed gives me a thumbs up, wearing his giant oversized sunglasses again."
|
||||
|
||||
"While Trish is making a face somewhere in between judgemental and open contempt."
|
||||
|
||||
show trish smug flip
|
||||
|
||||
T "So what took you so long? He wasn’t wasting your time again, was he, Fang?"
|
||||
|
||||
show trish neutral flip with dissolve
|
||||
|
||||
"Welp time to clock out of that conversation."
|
||||
|
||||
"I’m sure they can have a riveting discussion without me."
|
||||
|
||||
"It’s just one meal after all, I can ignore Trish for an hour and then Fang and I can leave."
|
||||
|
||||
"Digging into my basket of chicken tenders, I pull out my phone and head straight to the armenian graphic design forum."
|
||||
|
||||
show anonphone with moveinbottom
|
||||
|
||||
"There’s another Grugsnax thread I can shitpost in to pass the time."
|
||||
|
||||
"Every once in a while I look up from my phone and catch Trish giving me a death glare before turning to look back at the others."
|
||||
|
||||
"Before long my train of thought is broken by Fang saying… something."
|
||||
|
||||
F "...so Anon, what do you think?"
|
||||
|
||||
hide anonphone with moveoutbottom
|
||||
|
||||
A "Uh, yeah. That sounds good?"
|
||||
|
||||
F "Great! We can try Trish’s new song in the next rehearsal!"
|
||||
|
||||
show trish smug flip with dissolve
|
||||
|
||||
"Trish looks smug. What did I agree to?"
|
||||
|
||||
T "I’m surprised you agreed to that, I would have thought you wanted us to play some anime song instead."
|
||||
|
||||
"She’s just loving this, isn’t she."
|
||||
|
||||
Re "Hey man, that sounds kinda fun."
|
||||
|
||||
"Reed is qualed by Trish’s sneer."
|
||||
|
||||
"Know what. I don’t care anymore."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Maybe… But let’s talk about that later. I’m cravin’ a milkshake now."
|
||||
|
||||
hide fang with dissolve
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang gets up and turns to a nearby smoothie booth."
|
||||
|
||||
"Leaving me here."
|
||||
|
||||
"To deal with this. These."
|
||||
|
||||
T "So, Anon…"
|
||||
|
||||
"Her grin is just short of vicious."
|
||||
|
||||
T "So happy you agreed to my idea."
|
||||
|
||||
T "Guess you’re starting to get some good taste."
|
||||
|
||||
T "Better than any of that weeb-pop trash you’ve got on your phone."
|
||||
|
||||
"I pointedly ignore her. She’s trying to get a rise out of me."
|
||||
|
||||
T "Maybe I’ll make a somebody out of you too."
|
||||
|
||||
T "Maybe…"
|
||||
|
||||
"My fist clenches tightly beneath the table."
|
||||
|
||||
menu:
|
||||
"It's not worth it.":
|
||||
"I can see it now."
|
||||
"I've had about enough of this.":
|
||||
"Just before I get up I think through it one more time."
|
||||
|
||||
"Her stupid horn jammed right in her eye."
|
||||
|
||||
"I sigh."
|
||||
|
||||
"My fist unfurls."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Yeah, sure, whatever."
|
||||
|
||||
"God this was a waste of a day."
|
||||
|
||||
"Normally I would love just spending time with Fang, but she’s been so preoccupied with the band lately."
|
||||
|
||||
"I don’t even know why she needed me today when all she did was drag me around."
|
||||
|
||||
"And now being anywhere near Trish is the cherry on the shit sundae."
|
||||
|
||||
"Fang returns a few moments later with a milkshake in her hand."
|
||||
|
||||
show fang happy at sleft behind anon with dissolve
|
||||
|
||||
F "What’d I miss?"
|
||||
|
||||
T "Just talking to White Knight about his taste in music."
|
||||
|
||||
"Fuck this."
|
||||
|
||||
"I can’t deal with this anymore."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Shit, I just got a text from the post office. Says my dad’s prom suit came and I wanted to get there before it closed."
|
||||
|
||||
A "Sorry to do this Fang, I gotta go. See you at school tomorrow."
|
||||
|
||||
"I hate lying to Fang this way but I just can’t stand being around Trish any more."
|
||||
|
||||
show fang sad with dissolve
|
||||
|
||||
F "O-oh, it wasn’t anything I did, was it?"
|
||||
|
||||
A "Everything’s fine, I just want to be ready for prom and your show."
|
||||
|
||||
show fang neutral with dissolve
|
||||
|
||||
"That seemed to put her at ease."
|
||||
|
||||
F "Alright… we still have a bunch to talk about for the show. See you tomorrow, then."
|
||||
|
||||
show reed happy sunglasses flip with dissolve
|
||||
|
||||
Re "Peace, dude."
|
||||
|
||||
"I give Fang a reassuring hug and promptly head towards the bus stop, not missing Trish’s dumb smug face as I pass her."
|
||||
scene black with fade
|
||||
stop music fadeout 1.0
|
||||
"God damn it."
|
||||
|
||||
"..."
|
||||
|
||||
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