What? I just wanna talk to you. Do you know how boring it gets being stuck with you all the time? Being a vengeful ghost 'n shit isn't as eventful as it used to be.
I'm not gonna be like that weirdo on your phone, Neutron. You know that.
You remember that one proton you shoved in the dumpster?
"Oh, so you're gonna talk about our past victims. Cool. We're done talking."
...actually, why do you keep saying "our" and "we" when you're referring to yourself? You've been doing it a lot lately. Especially when you're thinking to yourself.
Come ooon. Nothing I can even do with this information, anyway.
Are you, like... multiple people or something? Is that it?
Oh. Oh shit, for real? I was joking.
...wait. So you're not Neutron right now?
Huh. I don't get it. I thought, like... Mamba was just Neutron's old name.
You gonna explain, then? 'Cause I still don't get it.
Then explain it, dumbass.
"...after I got out of jail, I wanted a new start. So I made Neutron. Let them take control 'n stuff. New person, new life. We could leave everything behind."
...huh. And you two are completely different people, right? Like its not some alternate identity thing?
...I still don't get it. What's even the difference between you two? You're both, like... emotionless 'n shit. And boring. You act the same.
Sigh. "Think of it like this. Mamba is the old me. Neutron is the new me. After jail, I did a reset and... shed my old me like a snakeskin. I still have that snakeskin. That's the old me. Mamba. The new guy's Neutron. They're separate from me. Does that make sense?"
Of course you use snake metaphors. But yeah. I get it a little better. Not much, but a little.
...so that means that Mamba's the murderer one. And Neutron's, like... innocent. Never did any of that.
"That was the goal, yeah. Fresh start."
You know that, like... nobody's going to see it that way, right? The cops sure won't. I'm having trouble understanding it.
"Maybe I'll just be called crazy and locked in a rubber room. With rats or something."
Yeah. And to me, it seems like a real cheap "stay buddy-buddy with Proton" kinda thing. You could just pretend to be "Neutron" forever and not have to face all the shit you did 'cause "Neutron's" the innocent one. And they didn't do all the shit stuff. So you get to be friends with Proton forever.
."...it does look a lot like that, doesn't it?"
Uh-huh. But I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt here. 'Cause clearly you're still guilty about the shit you did. And the people you ate. And killed. So maybe you aren't pulling all this shit off to keep a friend and you've actually got a legit reason.
"You're awfully friendly today. No hauntings or reminders and guilt-tripping."
I got bored. And it's clear that you feel bad about killing innocent people. Maybe with some therapy 'n shit I could grow to tolerate you on a daily basis.
"Mmm. Do therapists accept murderers as clients? Or are there special heavy-duty therapists for people like me?"
Dunno. You can go and find out.
...you avoid stuff a lot, y'know.
"Whatever could that mean?"
Like... it still feels like you made Neutron so you could avoid confronting all the shit you did. So you could just be some guy. Not some murderer.
"...I suppose that was a reason. I did want a fresh start..."
Yeah. And speaking of avoiding shit...
You are literally going to have to tell her sooner or later. Best to do it sooner 'cause your relationship's already strained and time is probably not going to help it. So just get it over with. Tell her what you did.
"I have no clue what you're talking about."
Yes you fucking do. Last I heard, you were Mamba, not Neutron. You know what I'm talking about. That stupid "iunno what you mean" excuse doesn't work here.
"...they didn't know that they would be her. If I knew that my roommate would be... them, I never would have let them take that shit up."
But you did. Funny how fate works.
Groan. "I wish I never locked that dumpster."
Oh, I know. I can hear each and every single one of your thoughts. You think about that memory so much that even I can remember it clear as day. Wouldn't have made it better, though, if you didn't lock it. 'Cause you still-
"Shut up. Don't say it. I don't... I don't want to hear it."
...fine. But you'll still have to face it soon.
"...I'll get to that eventually."
Suuure. How many times do you think that poor proton rebirthed in there? You ate a chunk of their head 'n arm 'n leg. You think they get phantom pains there sometimes? I know a proton who gets phantom pains there.
"Fun. Here comes the haunting."
I know how many times they rebirthed in there. Saw it all myself. Tally marks scratched on the dumpster walls - one side was for days passed, the other side for times rebirthed. There were so many tally marks there. So many. So fucking many.
"I wasn't in the right mind-"
How do you think they rebirthed? Starvation? Dehydration? Sickness? Asphyxiation, maybe? Heat stroke? Generally feeling hopeless? Panicking? Probably all of those. Maybe worse ones, too.
"This is really making me not want to te-"
But you'll have to. You'll have to and you'll have to face everything that happened to them. Everything. Actually- I should be using her right pronouns! What am I thinking?
"Stop. Shut up. This conversation is over. We're not talking about her anymore."
It's only over when you take your meds, lizard bitch.
"Great. Where are our fucking pills..."
