thesphererp | those magnificent bonds, so boring they make me puke

When the feed begins, it's in a dimly lit classroom. A boy is tied down to a chair, his eyes blindfolded. "Dave," he pleads, his voice frightened. "C'mon, you can't let her do this."

Nearby, the sharp cackle of a girl can be heard. The owner of the laugh walks into view, a hand smugly placed at her hip, and her grin widens as she looks at him, then turns to Dave appraisingly. "Aww, too bad. You didn't think your friendship with him was real, did you? I mean... You already know by now that everything here's fake."

The boy gulps, his voice shaking as he tries to come up with something to say to that. "S...Sure! Maybe the classroom is fake, and we're not real classmates. B-But...! That's why, in a world where everything's fake, isn't the time we spent together even more real?"

There's a heavy silence, and the girl's brows furrow, her expression changing to one of exasperated confusion. "Hey Strider, you got any idea what this idiot is saying?"

Dave doesn't reply, so the boy continues. "Wh-what I'm saying is... all those days we spent eating lunch together, helping each other with our homework, working together for the school festival - that-- that wasn't fake!"

The girl's nose wrinkles in disgust at the sentiment, and she turns to regard him for a moment with the sort of expression a person might wear on their face if they just saw a fly land in their soup. Then it softens into a chipper smile, and she turns back to Dave, excited. "Hey, hey, do you wanna break it to him, or should I?"

Dave hesitates, then shrugs. His voice is completely even when he replies. "You sound like you're pretty keen on it, so I might as well let you have it."

"Hmmm..." She places a finger to her lips as if in consideration, but is quick to follow it up with an elated, "Okay!"

Sauntering over so she's circling the boy like a shark, she begins her explanation. "Here's the thing; the Dave Strider you knew, the one you were so nauseatingly chummy with? That one was a fake with a capital F. F-A-K-E. He doesn't even exist. So beg for mercy all you want, tug at all the heartstrings you think you're capable of in the hopes of saving your own skin, but face it: you don't know a thing about Strider."

"That's not true!" This time, the boy sounds determined. "Dave is kind, and he's always looking out for others even when he's trying to play it off like he's too cool for that, and-- and you're the one who doesn't know him!"

The outburst learns another laugh from the girl. "Wow, I really can't tell if you're just desperate or if you're actually deluded enough to believe the shit coming out of your mouth right now. Can you even see yourself right now? --Oh wait, of course you can't!" Another laugh, this time louder and more raucous. Wide-eyed, she turns to Dave, excitement palpable. "Hey, hey, Strider--"

"That's enough." Dave's voice is, as before, flat. The girl's grin falters, and for a moment, the boy looks relieved. "Let's just get this over with already."

"Aww~ you're no fun," the girl replies, though her grin is back, and it doesn't seem as if she's too bothered. "But," she says, whirling back to face the boy, "You heard it yourself. Nice try, though."

Dave steps forth, placing a set of headphones onto the boy, and the feed ends to the sound of screaming.

Threaded | Flat

What the hell is this shit? Bro watches, annoyance beating out how perplexed he is by all this. Bro’s glad his annoyance is more prevalent. To let out that he doesn’t understand something would be embarrassing and weak as fuck.

“I’m pretty sure that kind of shit is against the Geneva Convention bro,” he says. Stoic as ever.

I'm sorry that that happened to do.

[Alex sounds it.]

What did the headphones do?

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