It's already Thursday. That means tomorrow is Friday. Nice.
My ears aren't hurting anymore. Nice.
My head isn't hurting as much. Nice.
Yeah. We get it, Cutepups. Nice.
Warning: This skit will contain harsh content. The M content. M for math, M for murder. Yikes, that's scary stuff.
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[Date: February 22nd. Time: 4:30 pm. Location: At the kitchen table. Finny, Duke, and Sparkle are studying for their math quiz. Sparkle doesn't really understand how to do the math they're doing, so Finny and Duke are trying to help her. Umm.. yeah sure, let's see how that goes.]
Finny: *looks at the math problem they're looking at on top of Sparkle's binder* So it'll then be 1 + the square root--
Sparkle: Why are you adding the 1?
Finny: You'll get the wrong answer if you don't. The 1 isn't attached to the square root, so you can't multiply and then simplify to get rid of that 1.
Sparkle: *sighs and rests her chin on her math worksheet* I don't like these square roots. Math is hard.
Duke: Well, I don't get how you don't understand this. We learned it last year.
Sparkle: That doesn't mean I remembered all of it.
Duke: *sighs* You're just like Twinkle. She couldn't remember what we did in math classes from previous years. Apparently, you're the same way.
Sparkle: *lifts head* And you didn't struggle with and instantly forget anything we learned in math from previous years? I doubt that.
Finny: *sighs* Guys, let's focus.
Sparkle: *nods and picks up her pencil*
Duke: *looks at the math worksheet* You did it wrong. You have to distribute first.
Finny: Huh?
Duke: *leans over the table and points at another math problem* You have to distribute the 3x before you can do any of the other steps.
Finny: *looks at the paper* What number are you looking at?
Duke: 7.
Finny: Oh, how did I not see that? Thanks for pointing it out.
Duke: That's why I'm here.
Sparkle: *speaks bitterly* Thanks, Duke.
Duke: After distributing, then you can combine the x's and do what you did.
Sparkle: Okay.
Duke: Then you have to get rid of the 4. It'll equal -4.
Sparkle: I thought the equation had to equal 0.
Duke: *sighs* That's not for this kind of problem.
Sparkle: Oh.
[Fifteen minutes later. They have been working on math. Then Fierdan walks into the room.]
Fierdan: What are you doing?
Finny: Studying for tomorrow's math quiz.
Fierdan: *doesn't keep eye contact with any of them* Math, huh? So mundane.
Sparkle: *sighs* I know math is boring, but I have to pass. I have to improve my grade.
Fierdan: Stop assuming that I was talking to you two. *walks around the table to where Duke is sitting and puts a hand on his shoulder* I was talking to Duke.
Sparkle: *groans*
Duke: *slowly turns around to face Fierdan*
Fierdan: Have time to talk?
Duke: Uh, I was in the middle of--
Fierdan: Eh, good enough. Come with me.
Duke: Wait, what?
Fierdan: *pulls on Duke's hand, bringing him to his feet, and then he pushes Duke ahead of himself as they leave the room*
[Fierdan and Duke are in a bathroom. Duke is confused and breathing fast. Fierdan turns on the light.]
Duke: *trying to calm down* What the hell.. is wrong.. with you?
Fierdan: The list is endless.
Duke: *speaks tiredly* Screw you.
Fierdan: Look, I didn't want anyone else to overhear what I want to talk to you about.
Duke: Talk about what?
Fierdan: Ourselves.
Duke: *rolls eyes and laughs bitterly* Wow, I clearly get what you mean by that.
Fierdan: *sighs* Look at me.
Duke: I am.
Fierdan: No. *puts both his hands on Duke's shoulders* Look at me.
Duke: Uh.. no offense, but your physical state is seriously declining.
Fierdan: *turns Duke to face the mirror* Now what do you see?
Duke: My reflection. Why?
Fierdan: *sighs deeply* I'm sorry. It's just that I...
Duke: What?
Fierdan: I can't. I'm so sorry, Duke, I really am.
Duke: For what? You have to be more specific.
Fierdan: I can't just ignore it anymore. I can't just stand idly by as I watch you live your life here in complete denial.
Duke: Denial? What am I denying?
Fierdan: Yourself. Us.
Duke: Huh?
Fierdan: How can you still pretend that you can be like them? How can you just forget everything that happened to you? How can you just throw that all away and live a normal life today?
Duke: *glares at Fierdan* Don't you dare tell me that I forgot my own experiences. Maybe I began to live a normal teen life here, so I can recover from everything that happened to me in the past. Recovery, you should give it a shot.
Fierdan: *raises voice* But that's the problem. You can't live as a normal teen like they can. Duke, you're not even alive! You're dead! Damn it.. how can you deny the truth? I know the truth hurts, but you can't ignore it forever.
Duke: I'm not dead, so shut up.
Fierdan: You died, Duke! You never were human, so you can never be alive like any of them are. Not even like me.
Duke: If I wasn't alive, then how did I die?
Fierdan: Machines die. Robots die. That doesn't mean they were ever alive.
Duke: Are you saying.. I'm a robot?
Fierdan: You will never be a normal person. You're not a human like they are. Like I am. The only reason you're still here in your own body is because I only killed the Soulless part of your body and identity but didn't remove your soul from your physical body in the process. Soulless is dead and powerless now, but they still reside in your body. The only living qualities you have now are from me.
Duke: So the Soulless part of me has died but still stays in my body?
Fierdan: Yes. That's basically it. So without Soulless, you're completely mine now. *grins at Duke* You're my creation.
Duke: *frowns at Fierdan* Oh, don't go all creepy on me.
Fierdan: *backs away from Duke* That's not all I wanted to talk about.
Duke: Oh, what is it now?
Fierdan: The news.
Duke: Uh, sure?
Fierdan: There's a rise in the number of homicides occurring.
Duke: I don't think--
Fierdan: So many new serial killers. All of them are pathetic.
Duke: Uh...
Fierdan: What's their gain? Their motive? If they even have one, it's pathetic.
Duke: *sits on the floor*
Fierdan: It's disgusting. They don't even have any reason for their killings. At least have some dignity and have a reason for your actions. Otherwise, it's all pointless and meaningless. Ha, not like they care. Idiots.
Duke: Uh, Fierdan...
Fierdan: It's like these guys are suddenly becoming murderers because they think it's cool. A cool trend, huh? Hey, you get some fame after killing innocent lives for no damn reason, huh? They didn't get repeatedly abused and manipulated like I was. They're just killing for fun. They're doing what they're doing out of their own consent. Nobody pressured them into doing what they did but their own damn selves.
Duke: Well, people said the same about you. Before they really got to know you.
Fierdan: Are you sympathizing with the sick pieces of sh--
Duke: No. I'm just saying.. people who didn't know you personally, people who were strangers to us, only saw you as that heartless and merciless killer. They saw you as nothing but a serial killer. What you're calling the guys on TV was what people from back in the day called you.
Fierdan: Oh hmm.. okay.
Duke: *stands up and stares at his reflection in the mirror* Umm.. by the way.. do you view yourself as a serial killer?
Fierdan: I'm...
Duke: *speaks quietly* What about me?
Fierdan: Duke...
Duke: Are we any better than the people on the news? Are all killers the same? We both took the life of another person.
Fierdan: Duke...
Duke: *weakly throws a punch at the mirror* Are we really any better than them? We killed people, too!
Fierdan: *wraps his arms around Duke from behind*
Duke: I just want to be normal. I just want life to be okay for once. But hey, even you said it. I can't ever be normal. I can't truly detach from my past. Damn it, Fierdan. The past haunts me just like it haunts you. Those memories traumatized me. I try and try and try to forget about it, but I really can't. I can't just pretend that I'm okay when I still have the picture of when I realized I killed Risak. I still have that picture of finding Finny's dead body. I don't think those memories will ever go away. God.. damn it!
Fierdan: You're not--
Duke: *sounds desperate* If I'm not a human, then that means I'm a monster. I'm a monster!
Fierdan: I don't refer to myself as a serial killer, so you definitely aren't one. We aren't the monsters, Duke, the people we see on the news are. We aren't them, so don't compare them to us. Especially not the past us.
Duke: We killed others!
Fierdan: Damn it, Duke. Look.. do you think I was totally up for the idea that I had to kill you in order to save the world and everyone else? Did you think I wouldn't mourn you? Soulless in you was causing so much chaos and mayhem. I had to do something about it because having them as a permanent part of you was turning you into a monster. They were the monster, Duke, it wasn't you. You're not a monster.
Duke: No, you're wrong. I am a monster. We both are.
Fierdan: Just because you can't ever be 100% human like anyone else here, it doesn't mean you have no heart. You still feel, so you aren't like them, so you can't be a monster. End of discussion.
Duke: Oh, one more thing. Will I ever go to sleep without having any nightmares?
Fierdan: *stares at Duke's reflection* Nightmares?
Duke: I get them, too. I can't escape the demons of my past when I'm asleep.
Fierdan: Nightmares, huh? So you also get them.
Duke: Yeah.
Fierdan: You fake being okay quite well. You scare me.
Duke: Haha, very funny.
Fierdan: *sounds distant* Funny? Yeah...
Duke: *stares grimly at himself* I don't think I know what's real from me anymore. I keep on hiding away and lying to people. I'm trying to live a normal life when I know I'm just lying to myself. I don't think I can.. take it much longer. *the tears come*
Gotta end it here. Ahh bye.
~ Cutepups
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