Franklin

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[orion-xp]

Are you alright? Sorry. You were tussling in your sleep. Do…demons sleep?

@freakin-furters

Frank. Sorry, you startled me. I’m not used to having someone else here.

Yeah, just a bad dream. Fairly frequent, I’m sorry. Do you ever have those?

[freakin-furters]

…Sometimes. They’ve become more of a hassle lately.

Didn’t mean to intrude on too much. It’s just you were..uh..

—it seemed intense. You were mumbling a lot. I didn’t make out much, just to be clear.

[freakin-furters]

I’m gonna… get you to a chair and off of the sand, okay? Can you stand?

@orion-xp

…I don’t…know. I feel a bit heavy.

[orion-xp]

That’s okay, I’ll help you walk. Just slide your arm over here and.. there we go, yeah, like that.

…

You might feel a little heavy because you almost drowned.

[freakin-furters]

Right. I…do remember that part.

…who are you, exactly?

[orion-xp]

My names Noah, I’m an inchoate demon. I saw you walk into the water from the beach over there and thought you were just going for a swim.

I would have gotten here sooner if I realized you weren’t very.. good at swimming.

[freakin-furters]

I—didn’t know people came out here. I’m sorry you had to see that.

I just got so…swept up and I…

…I wasn’t really thinking. I don’t know how much I am, right now even. Everything’s still fuzzy.

[orion-xp]

You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay. I don’t know what your situation is but I would have helped regardless of whether you were thinking or not.

Do you need a drink or something? Saltwater can be really bad for you if you drink too much.

[freakin-furters]

…Something to drink would be nice. You—wouldn’t happen to have a towel, would you? Haha. Sorry.

[orion-xp]

I don’t, no. But I did see somebody left theirs a few chairs over, let me grab that for you.

Here you go. You look cold, do you- have somewhere to stay?

[freakin-furters]

I mean—I do, but—I think my phone’s….kind of out of commission. Water.

…and…I don’t exactly think home is the right place for me to be right now. In this state of mind, anyway. If it wouldn’t bother you too much, it’d be appreciated a lot.

[freakin-furters]

I’m gonna… get you to a chair and off of the sand, okay? Can you stand?

@orion-xp

…I don’t…know. I feel a bit heavy.

[orion-xp]

That’s okay, I’ll help you walk. Just slide your arm over here and.. there we go, yeah, like that.

…

You might feel a little heavy because you almost drowned.

[freakin-furters]

Right. I…do remember that part.

…who are you, exactly?

[orion-xp]

My names Noah, I’m an inchoate demon. I saw you walk into the water from the beach over there and thought you were just going for a swim.

I would have gotten here sooner if I realized you weren’t very.. good at swimming.

[freakin-furters]

I—didn’t know people came out here. I’m sorry you had to see that.

I just got so…swept up and I…

…I wasn’t really thinking. I don’t know how much I am, right now even. Everything’s still fuzzy.

[orion-xp]

You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay. I don’t know what your situation is but I would have helped regardless of whether you were thinking or not.

Do you need a drink or something? Saltwater can be really bad for you if you drink too much.

[freakin-furters]

…Something to drink would be nice. You—wouldn’t happen to have a towel, would you? Haha. Sorry.

[freakin-furters]

I’m gonna… get you to a chair and off of the sand, okay? Can you stand?

@orion-xp

…I don’t…know. I feel a bit heavy.

[orion-xp]

That’s okay, I’ll help you walk. Just slide your arm over here and.. there we go, yeah, like that.

…

You might feel a little heavy because you almost drowned.

[freakin-furters]

Right. I…do remember that part.

…who are you, exactly?

[orion-xp]

My names Noah, I’m an inchoate demon. I saw you walk into the water from the beach over there and thought you were just going for a swim.

I would have gotten here sooner if I realized you weren’t very.. good at swimming.

[freakin-furters]

I—didn’t know people came out here. I’m sorry you had to see that.

I just got so…swept up and I…

…I wasn’t really thinking. I don’t know how much I am, right now even. Everything’s still fuzzy.

[freakin-furters]

I’m gonna… get you to a chair and off of the sand, okay? Can you stand?

@orion-xp

…I don’t…know. I feel a bit heavy.

[orion-xp]

That’s okay, I’ll help you walk. Just slide your arm over here and.. there we go, yeah, like that.

…

You might feel a little heavy because you almost drowned.

[freakin-furters]

Right. I…do remember that part.

…who are you, exactly?

[freakin-furters]

I’m gonna… get you to a chair and off of the sand, okay? Can you stand?

@orion-xp

…I don’t…know. I feel a bit heavy.

[freakin-furters]

Hello? Are you awake?

You had a lot of water in your lungs. That’s not good for humans. I pulled it out. I hope that’s okay.

@orion-xp

[freakin-furters]

Damn brah… that’s kinda like.. all ur fault…

CW/TW: Attempted Suicide, Overt Drowning Attempt

[freakin-furters]

FRANK OLEASE PLEASE ATOPPPPL STOPPPLLLLLLLL

CW/TW: Attempted Suicide, Implied Drowning Attempt

[freakin-furters]

Yikes…….. don’t like. Do anything dumb. You won’t do that, surely. Make a hotdog joke or something funny hotdog boy

[freakin-furters]

Frank what r u enduring

[freakin-furters]

Oh damn my bad bro… how you uhh… holding up..

[freakin-furters]

Brah what was in there

Cw: cartoon blood!

[freakin-furters]

[freakin-furters]

Franklin.

I know. I—

—I know I fucked up. Bad.

But I can—I can fix this.

[freakin-furters]

[metal-mouth-vamp]

Well, this is dinner. Thank you all for making an appearance. Are we ready to eat?

[rosegold-starclock]

Yeah, yeah.

What the hell are we toastin to?

[freakin-furters]

No 😀😀😀 clue!!!

[rosegold-starclock]

I vote the lovebirds. Kam and Nadine, I mean. Everyone here’s a lovebird except for Vernon and Frank.

[hiss-understanding]

…Real kind’a you to mention, bud.

But, if it gets me outta doin’ it, I’m not one’ta complain.

[cuttleflush]

I see.

[Kam feels a gentle nudge from Nadine, who ushers them to their cup.]

I can’t say I’ve gotten any better at giving speeches. In all honesty, I feel I prattle on during moments like this.

I’ll do my best to keep this short—for all our sakes. Vernon looks to be eyeing that smoked ham.

[Kam rises from their seat, drink in hand.]

It is far from a stretch to say this group’s encountered—many trials. We could make a fortune on the amount of insurance spent within this past year alone. Despite this, we’ve persevered. Life has continued to propel us into the future regardless of the circumstances.

While it remains unclear what awaits us—and most certainly will we face many more challenges in the year to come—it’s moments of peace like this that are a reminder of our endurance. Our connections to one another continues to grow alongside our own personal perspectives. I believe I’ve learned a good deal from all of you, as much as I loathe to admit that.

The past will never truly disappear. But, that alone does not mean our futures cannot be brighter as we stick together.

[Kam’s glass is raised higher.]

To the friends we’ve made—

[Kam turns to Frank, extending their focus to him.]

—and those we will bond with in time.

[rosegold-starclock]

[Logi shoots to his feet, smacking Anya’s glass out of her hand.]

@quietintrusion

Don’t drink that!

[quietintrusion]

[ anya flinches, stumbling to her feet and knocking her chair over with the movement as the liquid spills down the front of her sweater. she pauses, her hands held up a little as some of the drink dripped from the tips of her fingers. she huffs, shaking out her hands. ]

lovely. lovely. you make an effort to make amends and get a drink thrown on you in response.

[rosegold-starclock]

[He shakes his head, glancing around the room.]

There’s somethin goin on. Something’s not right.

[He stumbles over, grabbing the glass and running his finger along the bottom of the glass, hissing as he touches the powdery substance.]

Hey, hotdog boy? You wanna explain?

[quietintrusion]

[ anya narrows her eyes, scoffing and running her palms over the front of her jeans to dry them. ]

look, i get that you're hesitant to be in a room with most of us after everything that happened, i don't necessarily fault you for it, but it gets to a point. i'm sure it's just residue from the drink, there's no need to make a mess and try to start arguments on christmas.

[rosegold-starclock]

[His head snaps back to her, huffing.]

Get over yourself! This isn’t residue from the drink, dammit!

[He glances around the room.]

Mort. Mort, come on. You’re a smart guy. At least look at this??

[metal-mouth-vamp]

…if this is a joke, it isn’t funny.

[He reaches over, taking the glass to examine it.]

This- what?

This is arsenic.

[quietintrusion]

[ anya scoffs, peeking into the glass. ]

there's no way you can figure that out just from looking at it. i'm sure you're mistaken.

[ she glances over to frank, her eyebrows furrowing. ]

right?

[freakin-furters]

I—

It’s—

[Frank’s eyes dart around the room frantically—settling on the wrapped utensils beside his plate. His words trail off, as sweat beats down his face.]

You don’t understand. I needed this to be quick. I—can’t—

[Frank, in desperation, grabs the steak-knife, lunging over the table straightforward into Anya’s direction.]

[metal-mouth-vamp]

[Mortimer jolts to his feet, reaching roughly for Franks scruff. He tries his best to shove Frank into the table before he reaches Anya, his breath heaving.]

Enough! Whats the matter with you?!

[freakin-furters]

[Frank is pushed over to the foot of the table, dishes clattering to the floor. Nadine rushes over to Anya’s side during the commotion.]

I have to do this. Why couldn’t you just—

[He attempts to lunge again, using his arms as a boost.]

—make it easy for me!

[metal-mouth-vamp]

[Mort hisses as he feels the knife edge bite into his shoulder. He sidesteps another lunge, throwing a sideways punch towards Franks gut.]

What are you talking about??

Put the damn knife down you ungrateful little shit!

[freakin-furters]

[Frank steps back upon impact, clutching his side. His tongue is held—knowing the potential consequences.]

I can’t.

[He remains on his feet, his hand still firm on the blade.]

Damn it, this would’ve been so much simpler if he—

[Frank shifts his sights onto Logi, pointing the knife in his general direction.]

—just kept his stupid mouth shut.

I didn’t want to make a scene. Keep it discreet, and book it. So why?

[Frank’s focus returns to Mortimer and Anya.]

Why couldn’t you just let it happen?

[metal-mouth-vamp]

[He stares daggers at Frank, scoffing.]

I invite you into my home. Take time out of my day to accommodate for you. Feed you my food. Offer you my trust. And you spit it back in my face?

It’s apparent to me you’ve never been taught respect. I’ll show you.

[He lunges forward, now aiming for Franks mouth.]

[freakin-furters]

[It hits—as Frank stumbles backward once again, the knife releasing from his hands with a thunk onto the floor. Small spools of blood trickle down Frank’s chin, as he wipes it away.]

That was your first mistake. 

I’ve never cared about CloseKnit, my coworkers, any of you. I joined that sorry lot to get the information I needed. And you know what? It got me nowhere. I’ve spent the last year running in circles.

This is my chance. I’m doing this in our best interest.

…I’m getting them back. By the means necessary that have been laid before me.

[metal-mouth-vamp]

[Morts pupils dilate as he catches scent of Franks blood. He tries his best to go through the exercises the department showed him, but they didn’t work. He lunges forward, his teeth sinking into Franks shoulder roughly.]

[freakin-furters]

[Frank is caught by surprise—he’s knocked to the floor as he flails to get Mortimer off of him.]

Shit.

[In a desperate attempt, he uses his legs to try and create distance between the two.]

…I’m not going to die here.

[metal-mouth-vamp]

[Mortimer groans, falling back and wiping his mouth.]

Then you’d better get moving, before I make you my Christmas dinner.

[freakin-furters]

[Frank skitters away on the floor, bringing himself back onto his feet. His hand rests on his neck—covering his wound.]

They’re going to die, Mortimer.

[He huffs, eyeing the door, and his discarded weapon still lying on the floor. Frank’s gaze then travels around the room, to the guests all watching his movements.]

…It would’ve been over with. This didn’t have to be hard.

Why?

[Frank curls up as he grasps his head.]

Why?

[metal-mouth-vamp]

You wanna know why?

Because instead of asking for help, you turned into a backstabbing asshole and tried to kill someone.

Did you ever think once, to maybe reach out for help? I had sympathy for you. I’m pretty sure everyone else in this room can say the same. But your actions today have stomped that sympathy to a pulp.

Leave my home. Now.

[freakin-furters]

[Frank stands quietly for a few moments longer. He recenters himself, and catches his breath.]

He’s going to—

[He clenches his teeth.]

…It’s all your fault.

[Frank now leaves, defeated. It’s an awkwardly null departure, as he trudges over to the door, fumbling with the knob. He mumbles a few sentences under his breath—incoherent trail-offs with no clear direction. And with that, Frank is gone.]