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Claus: spill the tea. get salty. show us the darkness of your heart.

The boy’s jaw twitched; he didn’t seem to hesitate but rather wasn’t sure what to say. An ugly mix of strong emotions flashed across his features; the boy looked close to exploding, had he still been all robotic steam would have poured from his ears...

“I’M SICK OF IT! I’M SICK OF EVERYTHING! I CAN’T BE NORMAL! I WISH LUCAS WOULD QUIT TRYING TO MAKE ME ‘NORMAL’ AGAIN! I CAN’T BE THE BROTHER HE USED TO KNOW! I HATE THIS NEW LIFE! IT’S CONFUSING TO FEEL AGAIN I’D RATHER IT GO AWAY; THERE’S NO HOPE FOR ME NO MATTER WHAT FALSE BELIEFS LUCAS HAS! I HATE THAT I CAN’T BRING MYSELF TO GET ALONG WITH ANYONE AND IT CAUSES MY FAMILY GRIEF! I HATE HOW I’M TREATED LIKE A FERAL ANIMAL IN MY OWN HOME!”

“I HATE PORKY FOR ALL THAT HE’S DONE TO ME!“

He paused in his ranting, a hand resting over his lips in a full look of confusion. He...he hated his master? No...No, he no longer had to answer to him...or anyone for that matter...Porky is the reason he has to feel this way...

Yes...he...hated him...

Claus sighed, exhaustion overtaking him as he sat down.

“I..I hate that I’m still here and she has to see me this way. I hate that I’m a terrible person and I can’t help it...I wish you all would get out of my head...”

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CLAUS! CLAUS! DO THE DAB!

Claus tensed up once more, a feeling of static running over his brain as he tried to resist the command....

But his body ended up following through regardless. His limbs jerked into a dabbing gesture and his knees bent and leaned into the pose.

“I wish to pass away--”

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Robot, go kick that dumb dog

“What? N--”

Before he could reject, the boy straightened up, expression focused as he set off. It wasn’t long before he found Boney resting under a tree; he walked over to the pooch that was barley waking up to his presence.

Boney yawned, blinking at Claus with a slight look of confusion. Something was...wrong with the boy, though before Boney could pick it out, Claus had reeled his leg back and sent the pooch flying with a pained howl...

Claus’ expression soon dropped as he shook his head and grasped control of himself. “BONEY!” he called, a fearful expression settling in his features.

It...had been a long time since Porky had ordered him to do something and as much as he wished to feel direction and have someone order him around again he’s...having second thoughts...

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Claus: I care for no one and will never feel for anyone

Also Claus: if you talk shit about my father or brother I can and /will/ rearrange your entire body

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"What do ya call a 'appy cowboy? A jolly rancher" (From Flint to Lucas)

Lucas found himself giggling at his father's joke before pausing at a familiar sound.

The blond turned to his twin brother who had began chuckling at the joke as well. However, upon seeing Lucas' excited expression, Claus immediatly flushed in embarassment. The cyborg turned his head away from the pair, his arms crossed as if to save face.

"Aw, Ah see y'still like cowboy jokes, huh Claus?" He asked, elbowing the red head.

Claus waved away Lucas' contact with a slight huff. "No I do not-- Such trivial jokes do not enroll any feelings from me--"

"Whateva y'say, Claus~" Lucas teased before looking back to Flint. "Hey, pa? Why did th'cowboy shoot th'artist?"

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