oh c’mon, just ask your friend scooter. he thought i was lovely company until the *second* time i broke his heart!
( ah, he’s being serious )
it’s fine though, i don’t really see you as being good company either. i prefer the people i hang out around to be a little taller ✨
( he’s hardly aware of anything at this point, realizing he may d!e here. with the last of his strength, he sends scooter a message. )
📲 in danger, take cricket to moms
( he hopes he hit send as he fully loses all strength, giving in to the darkness. )
pleasepleasepleaseletmego-
( he pleads breathlessly, right up until bob takes a chunk out of his leg and he begins screaming again. it’s hardly a scream, his voice so hoarse it’s more of a whisper. he’s starting to lose consciousness, and he’s not to keen on fighting it. )
( he sobs, his vision momentarily going white with the pain of it all. he’s getting pale, and he entirely stops trying to claw at bob. he’s in too much pain to fight, only able to let out pathetic sobs and wails. )
( he’s dizzy and screaming with pain, having never experienced something so painful. he’s clearly much weaker and less experienced than scooter. it finally kicks in that he should do /something,/ so he begins clawing desperately at bob’s face. yk, like that’ll do anything. )
( he frowns deeply, a pit forming in his stomach knowing he just did something terrible )
listen man… do what you want with scooter, but leave its kid alone. they didn’t do anything to you, they can hardly form complete sentences..
n-no, nothing really-! just,, uh. there might be… a kid? there? but i dunno, i can’t be sure!
( sorry pixel, you just officially became The Worst Person!! )
uhh… he’s got a lotta weapons. and i mean a lot, so i guess be prepared for that??
( he thinks for a moment about mentioning cricket, but decides against it. fingers crossed that they’re with their grandmas right now, huh? )
( <— terrified )
oh, you just want his address?? yeah that’s easy, i can do that!! no need to use the knife, really.
( he scribbles an address down on a piece of paper before handing it to bob )
also gave you its phone number, just in case you wanted that too!
hey, woah-
( he puts his hands up defensively, peering down at the knife )
listen man, i’ll tell you whatever you wanna know. no need to pull weapons on me, huh? i’d tell you either way, he and i aren’t exactly /friendly./
( and who’s to blame for that, pixel? )
yeah that tracks, the fvcker has like seven knives on it at any moment.
( he drops the casual tone and shrinks away at the sight of bob’s knife. UH OH. UH OH. )
uhh it’s. complicated? we used to date! not on the uh.. best terms, now??
please put the knife down—
( he takes another small step back )
my apologies, i just uh. was reminded of someone.
( don’t ask don’t ask- )
say, you haven’t seen a short little clown dude, have you? just… looking for him…
( why. )
i—
( he takes a step back, sizing up the other man )
should you maybe… go to a hospital or something? seems like you’re b|eeding. a lot.
( he specifically eyes the glittery pink mess on bob. he’s definitely seen that before, the way it stains the fabric. uh oh. )