One morning when fall was just getting started.
Marzipan rang the doorbell to The House of the Brothers Strong. She waited for the door to open, and when it did, her least favorite Strong brother answered.
“What do you freaking want?! To protest against my computer again?!” Strong Bad shouted rudely.
“Not this time, for your information, I'm here to check on Strong Sad, someone has to.” Marzipan explained with a hint of sass.
“Fine, just don't go anywhere near my computer.” Strong Bad demanded threateningly.
Marzipan slinked past Strong Bad as if he said nothing else and walked over to Strong Sad's room and knocked with either her telekinetic powers or invisible arms. Strong Sad stumbled over to the door and groaned.
“I thought you agreed to leave me alone! It was hard enough to bribe you!” Strong Sad opened the door with bandages around his eyes.
“You invited me, remember?” Marzipan scowled.
“Sorry, I thought you were Strong Bad… Come in.” Strong Sad opened the door for his friend apologetically. “Thanks for agreeing to read my poems for me, I've been feeling more gloomy than usual not being able to read them. Some of the slightly less depressing ones are on my desk, anything will do at this point.”
“Hmm, this one looks interesting.” Marzipan squinted at it. “The title's been blotted out though.”
“Yeah, sometimes I accidentally spill ink on my papers.” Strong Sad sighed.
“One Hallow's Eve I rose and sat right down to writing. For no one had bothered to propose to their parties my inviting?” Marzipan started to read.
“Wait.” Strong Sad tried to stop her from continuing, but he only tripped.
“Strong Sad, be more careful.” Marzipan scolded gently, helping him up. “You don't want to go blind forever.”
“Don't read that one.” Strong Sad frowned. “I'm… Not in the mood for it…”
“Alright, wait… You put The King of Town in the story too? And me?” Marzipan questioned as she glanced at the paper one more time.
“Stop…” Strong Sad pleaded, Marzipan wanted to obey her friend's warnings but she kept reading silently like watching a horrible accident. After a long minute of silence, Marzipan put the poem down.
“Yeah… I should…” Marzipan bit the bottom lip of her now pale face.
“You… You continued, didn't you?” Strong Sad muttered pensively.
“Maybe we can do something else?” Marzipan suggested. But she started to have second thoughts about visiting Strong Sad that day.
“Marzipan, I didn't mean anything by it… I was just upset that you didn't invite me, after we became so close. Nobody bothered to invite me, so I…” Strong Sad sighed, unable to finish his current thoughts. “I thought I was rid of my old shame.”
“Listen, I'm sorry I hurt you by not inviting me that night. It's just… I knew you resented your family, but the rest of us? Me and even Homsar?” Marzipan lectured.
“I know it was wrong, I wish I could take most of it back…” Strong Sad tried to justify his bad fantasies, more to himself than to Marzipan. “I don't want any of those things to happen to any of you, well maybe I would like for Strong Bad to have human hands at least for a bit, but…”
“I have just never seen this side of you before.” Marzipan admitted, still a little shaken, Strong Sad stayed quiet until his best friend broke the silence. “I still want to be your friend. But this is a lot to think about.”
“Okay…” Strong Sad mumbled.
“I'll… See you soon…” Marzipan promised softly. Strong Sad climbed into his bed and curled up, it was clear Marzipan's visit didn't go as he planned at all. Marzipan looked at her friend with pity and covered him with his blanket before leaving with a little reluctance.
“What have I done…?” Strong Sad asked himself in a quiet muffled voice.
“Can you two keep it down?! I can't hear myself type!” Strong Bad growl. Strong Sad hid himself further under the covers, now even less in the mood for his brother's torments. But Strong Sad realized what he imagined himself doing was no better than what Strong Bad does on a daily basis.
“Where did Marzipan go? Did you scare her off with one of your stupid poems?” Strong Bad mocked him, Strong Sad stayed silent, knowing that reactions were what Strong Bad wanted from him. But Strong Bad smirked anyway and picked up the paper Marzipan read. “If it made Marzipan leave all confused and angry, I can't wait to show everyone your masterpiece!
“No!” Strong Sad tackled Strong Bad to the floor and tried to snatch the poem from him, but Strong Bad squirmed away with the paper in hand. “Strong Bad, if you don't give that back, I will tear off your gloves!”
“Woah. Didn't know you felt so strongly about this one “ Strong Bad replied in surprise. Strong Sad suddenly had an idea.
“Strong Bad… I don't mind if you show it to the world… You're right, everyone should see my masterpiece.” Strong Sad tried not to smile which was an easy feat.
“Well… How would you feel if I burned it? Or put it in the shredder? Or shredded it then set it on fire!?” Strong Bad laughed evilly.
“Please no! It would break my heart even more than you already have. This could be my chance to finally be liked. I beg you, don't you dare-.” Strong Sad pretended to plead for mercy. Strong Bad put the poem in the shredder, destroying it.
“Oops.” Strong Bad chuckled.
“Thank you.” Strong Sad sighed him relief.
“Wait. You tricked me!” Strong Bad realized.
“It's what I do.” Strong Sad responded nonchalantly.
“Forget this, I'm going to find someone else to torment.” Strong Bad groaned and left the room. “Stupid reverse psychology, ruining everything…”
Strong Sad was relieved that he was able to avert another crisis and then some, but he was still a little concerned about his unsolved behavior and his friendship with Marzipan.
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