Monday Skit

Heh, maybe it'll be better to post something less serious.

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[Duke, Brock, Finny, Twinkle, Sparkle, and Dawn walk home from school. Tiredness is in their faces and steps as they walk. Duke opens the door to the house, and they enter to see Fauna sitting on a chair.]

Duke: *sees Fauna and looks back at Twinkle who is standing near him* Why doesn't your sister go to school?

Fauna: *doesn't hesitate when answering Duke* I went to a special ed school. Now I'm not qualified to go to that school, so I'm not enrolled in any school at the moment.

Duke: *sighs, drops his black backpack on the floor, and sits at another chair around the table* You're lucky. We're all so tired of our school.

Brock: Oh, you're tired? Is that so?

Duke: *sighs in annoyance* Yes, I'm also tired.

Brock: Do you know how rude you are?

Duke: *mutters* Don't bring it up.

Brock: Remember what happened while we were walking to our classes?

Duke: *mutters* He brought it up.

Brock: I just wanted to know how you attempt--

Finny: Why do you care so much about that? It doesn't concern you, and I don't want to know how you found out about it because I know Duke didn't explicitly tell you any details.

Brock: I'm curious, that's all. 

Finny: If you're that interested in dying, then get help or something.

Twinkle: I feel like boys are getting into more drama at school than girls now. That's so weird.

Sparkle: I know, right? It's very strange.  

Duke: *folds hands together and cracks knuckles* Do I have to actually kick you in the--

Twinkle: Umm.

Duke: -- to make you shut up and never bring it up with me again?

Brock: No thank you, sir. I have a girlfriend, and I don't cheat.

Dawn: What the actual hell is going on?  

Sparkle: Boys will be dramatic boys.

Finny: Hey, I'm not a part of this!

Sparkle: Except for Finny. He isn't as much of a stupid drama king.

Finny: *hesitating* Fine.

Duke: *still only speaking to Brock* I can kick powerfully and break some parts of yours.

Fauna: *has heard all of this* Is this how teenage boys flirt nowadays?

Twinkle: Okay, what the hell, Fauna? 

Fauna: Well, this is what I'm getting from this conversation. Brock is very interested and is curious about how many times Duke ended up being f*cked over with death, Duke threatened to kick Brock in his "privates", and Brock thinks that action will interfere with his romantic life.

Finny: Oh dang, she's on point.

Dawn: Fierdan must have told her some new vocabulary.

Fauna: Oh no, Fierdan didn't teach me anything about that.

Dawn: I don't know if I should be relieved or disgusted. 

Duke: Hold up. Since when does Brock have a romantic life?

Brock: I have a girlfriend, drunkie!

Duke: I'm sober! 

Twinkle: That may be physically true, but we all know you're eternally f*cked and drunk over life.

Duke: Yeah, yeah, okay. 

[Ten minutes later. They all put their backpacks- Duke's black bag, Twinkle's black bag, Sparkle's pink purse bag, Dawn's tan bag, Finny's navy blue bag, and Brock's dark gray and ugly green bag- away. They then enter the living room where Ryen and Fierdan are.]

Ryen: *is watching TV and is sitting on the floor* Another thing happened. *points to TV screen which has the news on about another unfortunate news event*

Brock: *sighs loudly* I hate being alive!

Ryen: Uh, okay? Every one of us here desperately wanted to escape and die at one point. You're not special.

Twinkle: *nods in agreement*

Brock: Wow, you're cold.

Ryen: It's my best flawed personality trait. 

Duke: *quietly and with no hesitation lightly punches Brock's upper left arm*  

Brock: Ow.

[Everyone except Ryen finally notice the couch that has always been there. They gasp in surprise because they see Fierdan lying down and being curled up on the couch.]

Sparkle: Aww, he looks kinda cute. 

Dawn: Why does he look so precious?

Twinkle: Don't say precious. That word reminds me of a loony girl I once knew.

Dawn: Uh.. okay.

Brock: Haha, loony sounds funny.

Twinkle: Shut up, Brock. You're so annoying.

Duke: Is he actually sleeping?

Ryen: Possibly.

Duke: Huh, never thought I would live to see the day Fierdan is sleeping.

Ryen: He does technically sleep. Just not for this long.

Duke: How long has he been like this?

Ryen: Almost three hours now.

Brock: *gasps* Oh geez, he died! 

Ryen: No.

Sparkle: Everyone, hush! If you listen carefully, you can hear him breathing! 

Finny: Uh.. am I the only one who thinks that sounds wrong?

Dawn: Shh!

Finny: I thought my business class was ridiculous today, but this is a whole other level of ridiculousness.

[Ryen mutes the TV, and they all listen intently to Fierdan's breathing and quiet snores. What are words?]

Fierdan: *stretches arms and legs with his eyes closed and murmurs softly* Fear doesn't define me...

A: *isn't actually in the room but her cryptic comforting voice is heard* Then let the fear go. Don't let your name constrict you, Fear-dan.

Fierdan: *voice sounds soft but also deeply slurred* Fear-dan, Fear-dan. Fear doesn't define me. 

A: Let the fear escape you. You are safe now.

Fierdan: Fear...

A: You were wrongly accused of being the bad guy. You saved the world. You healed so many people. You're the true savior.

Fierdan: I'm no angel; I'm no savior. I was never granted access into heaven.

A: We both know why. Everyone in heaven, including myself, were blindly waiting for you to open the gate on the other side. Heaven healed our bodies' flaws. You healed us.

Fierdan: I'm no healer.

A: But you are, dear. You are.

Fierdan: I just did what he wanted! I don't care if it ended up being a good thing. I don't care! *suddenly sits up and opens his eyes*

A: You don't have any faith in anybody. You believe you can no longer trust others. Two worlds lied to you, so it is okay to feel upset. They manipulated you into thinking you're wrong. But you aren't wrong. You're right; so, so right. And you are good; so, so good. 

Fierdan: *whimpers* I was lied to, and for what? I'm no good.

A: But you are.

Fierdan: I'm really not.

A: You'll learn that you really are. I can't stay anymore, so goodbye.

Fierdan: *with wet eyes, raises and reaches out arm* Wait, don't go!

A: Goodbye for now, my healer.

Fierdan: I don't care what you tell me; I am not your healer. Don't you remember what I did to you? I killed you! You were that little girl in the pink. Stop being nice to me! Don't ever call me your healer again. Burning bodies never heals them. I ruined you! You should hate me just like how Father should have hated me! Hate me! 

A: But I don't. I can't hate you.

Fierdan: Yes you can! It's easy! 

A: You don't deserve more unnecessary hate. You need to feel love from your friends and from yourself.

Fierdan: How...

[Even though only Fierdan is aware of A's presence, everyone noticed when she left. Ryen goes up to Fierdan on the couch and places his right hand on top of Fierdan's trembling left one.]

Ryen: It'll be okay. 

Fierdan: How can it? When?

Ryen: It will. One day. Okay?

Fierdan: *looks down at the hands* Okay.

[A few minutes later.]

Brock: So, uh, what the hell was all that?

Fierdan: You're not a part of the story universe, so your small mind wouldn't have the capability of understanding.

Duke: We all saw you sleep--

Fierdan: I wasn't sleeping. I was having a long conversation with the A. I could only see her with my eyes closed, so I decided to lay down on the couch as well. 

Brock: Do you ever sleep? Like, actually sleep?

Fierdan: Nobody but myself knows the true answer to that question. I'm definitely not sharing my answer.

Brock: Oh darn. Okay.

Finny: So that means Fierdan has to be an insomniac.

Fierdan: *shrugs, lets his hand out from under Ryen's, and stands up and leaves the room while stretching his arms up*    

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Okay.

~ Cutepups