Fuck, Shit, and Fuck Shit | Vixen | MM 2.2
As far back as she remembered, Vixen hadn’t really had any issues with grinding her teeth - she usually took out her tenseness in a more physical way… As everyone here had already seen. Though, when she wasn’t beating the crap out of someone who wronged her, she was doing something productive in some way. Climbing a tree, exercising, anything. She supposed, to some extent, it didn’t quite matter what she did anymore. She could grind her teeth, squeeze her own arms wrapped tightly around her chest, stare holes into the podium before her until she exploded.
But she didn’t.
Knuckles mentioned that maybe the dead - Vixen’s sort of dead - were supposed to make death seem nice. Tanya and Campion both mentioned that Prix and Sugar’s reasons for their deaths must have been different - Chuck mentioned that Sugar’s reasoning in particular was so that she, and the traitors, by extension, could save them, some sort of half-lie-by-omission that Vixen had foolishly found comfort in. Smee mentioned that Sugar said they were all too valuable for an experiment. Pan mentioned that Sugar told her to keep her a secret… And that she’d never ask them to give up their lives. Which, from conversations with Prix… And then Dola, well.
Vixen’s gaze finally moved from the podium - not much. Instead, she found herself staring at the spot in the middle of all of them, unable to hold eye contact.
“Smee… You said that - … Sugar said to you that she didn’t want us all to, what was it, something about too valuable for an experiment… Well, Prix herself told all of us - uh, like… Me, and [Chirin], and [Chuck], and all of- … You know, all of us, that, uh… This was… A test run, or something like that. And Sugar seems to know everything about all of us. But not just us, she seems to know everything about - … Everything. Prix was super fuckin’-… Like, I dunno, confused, or whatever. About all of this - all of this Sugar stuff. How it all happened, how Sugar’s even here. She’s just one tiny part of the whole, big-… Thing, or whatever. Prix, I mean. Most questions we asked her in the time from moving to Sugar’s place back here, Prix was like, oh, not my department.”
Vixen made a little noise, thinking for a moment more.
“So… So, maybe, like Smee said, there’s something with the LASSIE chips, or whatever, and if Sugar’s some sort of doctor, then it would make sense that she could be involved with that, especially when she knows, like, everything about us, but we don’t know jack fuck about her…”
She closed her eye for a moment, tightly.
“When we died-… When I died… We ended up at this place, and we-… We really couldn’t do fuck all. Sure, we had a lot of random bullshit to occupy our time, maybe even have fun, but no answers to anything. No indication of any sort of reality. Prix said we were supposed to come back eventually anyway. So… Like Tanya and Campion -… Mentioned that-… The reasons behind why Prix and Sugar want us to die are different. Sugar’s always been super fuckin’ cagey, and Prix is cryptic as fuck because, I dunno, she wants to do everything by the fucking book. And then you take that and combine it with how Sugar’s computers or whatever said that we - the, uh, d-… Double dead people? Were, uh, on standby… Rather than dead…”
She looks off to the side before shaking her head.
“Nevermind. It’s stupid.”