Light // Dark (skit 2)

These are dumb because my story and characters are dumb, but okay. 

Continuing from the one I posted on Sunday. 

[Date: April 15th. Time: 4:00 pm. Location: Small, dark room that only Duke and Fierdan are in.]

Duke: *sounds cold* You really are a coward. 

Fierdan: *is shaking a little, has the backs of his arms touching the wall opposite Duke* I literally can't--

Duke: Why not?

Fierdan: *is getting frustrated with Duke (lol who isn't)* You know why! 

Duke: Stop backing out of it! You did it before! 

Fierdan: And that's exactly why I'm not doing it again. 

Duke: *kicks the wall closest to him* Just kill me already! It's a simple request! 

Fierdan: Why do you want to die so badly? Life is finally going okay for us! 

Duke: You wanted me dead! 

Fierdan: I never said that! 

Duke: Oh, I know what it is. *laughs with cruel intentions (yeah idk)* You think you're a separate person from the one back then. You think you can't ever go back to murder. *eyes shine* But you can. You can!

Fierdan: I'm never going to take the life away from another person. Not ever again.

Duke: Person! You said "person", but guess what? According to you, I'm not even that! 

Fierdan: So I guess you really do want to trigger my flashbacks to resurface? 

Duke: Oh, shut up!

Fierdan: For the past several months, I've been trying to forget the fact that I had to kill. I've been trying to forget and then accept the things I've done. Accept as in I know what I did, but I'm acknowledging that it's all in the past. The past is behind us, and we are greater than our old ways. 

[Suddenly, the door opens. The light from outside the room comes in, and Duke and Fierdan immediately shield their eyes with their hands. Brock walks in, holding a small bag of potato chips. Brock puts his hand in the bag and pulls out a potato chip, which he puts in his mouth and chews a little too loudly for the current situation.] 

Brock: *walks over to Duke who is looking annoyed at him* Hey, Duke, *pops another potato chip in his mouth* you're a dick. 

Duke: *sighs loudly* What the hell do you want now, square head? 

Brock: Oh, back with the old nicknames now? I can also play that game. *uses his right hand, which is covered in potato chip crumbs, to slap Duke across the face* 

Fierdan: Wh--

Duke: *glares, winces (?) at Brock* What the hell? 

Brock: How drunk are you, drunkie? How many drugs are you on? 

Duke: You have no right to barge in here and ask me what drugs I took. 

Fierdan: *looks confused* You're stashing drugs in your room? 

Brock: So you admit you're an ad--

Duke: *is mad, can't you tell?* Shut the f*ck up! 

Brock: Oh, you know I can't do that, sweetie. I always talk too much. 

Duke: I'll set your crotch on fire if you don't shut your mouth and leave. 

Fierdan: Why are you being so hostile today? 

Duke: God! *punches wall with one hand, gently touches the part of his face that's turning red from getting slapped* I hate all of you! 

Brock: You're not allowed to die, drunkie.

Duke: *glares at Brock, looks more threatening* Call me that again, and I will definitely set your crotch on fire. 

Brock: *continuing despite what Duke said* Ardere and Finny have been waiting for hours now. You keep being distant, and they don't know why. You barely talk to any of us.. well, besides him *points to Fierdan*, and none of us know what the hell's going on with you. 

Duke: *looks a little less full of rage at the mention of Ardere and Finny* 

Brock: They just want you to play video games with them. Is that too much to ask for? Is it too selfish of them to want that? 

Duke: Huh? 

Brock: Is it?

Duke: *hesitates, then sighs* No.. no, it's not. *steps away from the wall behind him that he punched* Tell them I'm sorry. I'll be right there. 

Fierdan: You can apologize yourself. 

Duke: *sounds far less aggressive* Yeah, you're right. I'll tell them. *goes past Brock to leave the room without another word* 

Brock: *says after Duke is away* What is it about those two? 

Fierdan: What do you mean? 

Brock: Ardere and Finny. It's almost as if just saying their names calmed Duke down in quite a significant amount. What is it about them? 

Fierdan: Well, in a way, they both.. uh...

Brock: What? 

Fierdan: ... saved Duke. From himself. *scratches the back of his head* Sometimes, he has difficulty understanding that himself. 

Yeah ahhhh. 

Oh, Duke. Hhhhhfgh. 

Bye now.