#face-the-hate

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

do.you.feel.it? the.hurt? the.pain?

{ USER_1: aalright. that's done. you like it? USER_2: it's.. good. USER_1: you don't like it. i can always tell, you know. it's not great? too long? or are you just- USER_2: .. you know i didn't mean it like that, 'cada- [ the audio becomes indistinct. it's clear they are arguing. ] [ it stopped for a split second. you couldn't see anything, but something had happened, you were sure of it- ] USER_1: you overreact too much. you know i'm kidding you, birdie. USER_1: you blew this way out of proportion. come on. USER_2: ... USER_2: ha.. haha. right. my bad. USER_1: and here i thought you were the joker here. } hate : [oh.] hate : [i.didn't.expect.anyone.to.be.here.] hate: [does.it.bring.you.sorrow.to.know.what.we.once.were?] [TAGS] face-the-hate: asks growing-dislike: reblogs I-think-therefore-I-am: important/lore significant things [ c\users\USER_1> he.looks.happier.without.me. ] [he/they, masc terms.] [ if you want to watch a story with no happy ending, please dial this number! : @microwavedasphalt @rococo-girlie @stinkeri @dailylampert @callywallyyys ] [ @jokes-on-you-im-funnier birdie. oh, my birdie. ]

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

comedian couldn't really think straight. he didn't know what was wrong, he was finally, finally feeling happier after a while- he was doing great! then bad, bad memories resurfaced. then he was pretty sure he was doing terribly. he couldn't see, his eyesight blurred by tears and the hand holding his pencil was shaking too much to be able to actually draw. he only managed a doodle that had tugged at his heartstrings. he didn't want to think of.. of him as something nice to be remembered- but the guilty conscience in his brain had reasoned gently with him. it was the least they had deserved. she didn't notice the way his window had opened, and only snapped back to reality when someone slid beside him, leaning against the wall with him. cou- courier? jester?

no.

hatred replied. he spoke much shorter now- a faint voice in the back of his voice reminded him. they never bothered repairing themselves anymore. speaking for too long hurt. he ignored the faint line of code asking him to repent, and repent and repent. he couldn't feel remorse.

comedian asking for his new "friend"-, even for his brother managed to anger him. comedian knew exactly who was next to him. he had spent too much time with them. they had each other's footsteps memorized. the faint humming of wires should've alerted him. he ignored the itch in his hands that ached to hurt, as it often did now. that was a first. he leaned over comedian's shoulder, ignoring the way she shaked, snaking a hand that threatened a lot worse if she moved. what.are.you.drawing.there? the "i miss you" was apparent in his voice. he hated his code. he hated it.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

Ooc// ooo when rococo realises who crushed her shoulder/ made her lose her arm she's gonna have a field day with you

I'm acctually so excited to write her when she's angry aahhhfjgldshahsks

1v1 hatred vs rococo.,.......... EPIC rap battles!

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

She stumbles towards you, clutching her shoulder as she bleeds out. It looks bad. Why is she coming to you? You're not going to help her, you wouldn't help anyone, would you? You've never seen her like this. Vulnerable, easy to attack.

... need help... spiral... stabbed-

She collapses of exhaustion in front of you.

..of course it's fucking you. hatred mutters, looking down at rococo with distaste. and what do you want me to do? I'm starting to think that blue swirly son of a bitch was right for stabbing you. I told you you were getting on my nerves. you've overstayed my 'welcome'. hatred stepped on her wound harshly, before wiping the blood off his boots on the floor and leaving.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

>HOST_1: ... >HOST_1: You don't deserve to miss someone like her. >USER_1: ..what? >HOST_1: I always knew a kid like her would be bad for you. >HOST_1: Filled your head with ideas. >HOST_1: Made you believe that things would be okay. >HOST_1: That's the worst kind of curse. >USER_1: ... >HOST_1: It's a shame, really. >HOST_1: She had it coming. >HOST_1: Kids like her. The ones that brighten your day. >HOST_1: They never make it. >HOST_1: That's your fault, USER_1.

[ MEMORY ARCHIVED. ] ... he was glad he put this bitch six feet under. just thinking about her made him feel violent again. they didn't know why they bothered anymore. he could still remember what happened. she was pissing him off- just the usual. then she started spewing shit about comedian- they could faintly remember her speaking a lot more of jester, but he frankly didn't care about that. it made him smile just to acknowledge the blood on his hands after that. it made him happy to just acknowledge the blood on his hands in general. it made his circuitry feel alive. the only other person who managed to do that was comedian, and he craved comedian's presence like he was a god, and hatred was just a priest. they didn't know when the guilt slowly faded away after hitting him again- they didn't know when the mania kicked in after watching him hold back tears. he really was a sick thing- but it was just what he did to survive. his unnatural behavior.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

I SEE THAT NAME AND DESCRIPYION CHANGE UR NOT SLICK HATRED

the.bird.will.always.feel.safer.in.my.arms. so.when.it.eventually.doesn't, it.will.stay.still.for.me. while.it.hurts. it's.wings.are.misshapen.broken.bleeding. it.cries.out.for.anyone.who.will.hear.it. it.believes.naively.that.their.call.will.be.answered. it.will.be, of course. but.i.will.be.the.one.answering.it. and.i.will.be.the.one.to.drag.it.down.with.me.again. what.i.am.doing.is.sick. the.bird.and.i.know.this. but.it's.in.our.nature. just.my. unnatural.behavior.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

comedian? jester opened the door to their house wider, taking off his work bag and walking inside. everything was so silent. it usually wasn't when comedian was at home. .. strange. most of the lights were turned off, which wasn't unusual, it was late, but he could hear the TV being turned on. just.. static noise. and a dim light from the living room. he had a bad, bad nauseous feeling inside of him, that something had gone wrong while he was away, but he pushed that away and walked deeper inside. maybe comedian was sleeping, or he was focused on something. his footsteps were eerily loud, and he had a weird feeling that comedian wasn't sleeping. his hands shook. ..comedian? kiddo, you there? jester came to a halt as he looked at the bloody mess that was comedian's living room. he cursed under his breath, backing away and reaching for something in his pocket. he stared at the man who was casually sitting right in front of him. what the fuck did you do. where is comedian?

long time no see, jester. hatred held his hands up in mock surrender as jester lunged towards him, stepping the other way. he ignored the way jester seemed confident in his attack, choosing to back away slowly. he isn't here. left.a.long.time.ago. jester's eye twitched, and he had to hold himself back from launching himself at hatred and beating the absolute shit out of him. he scanned the living room again. no trace of comedian. "okay, that's very informative. verrry fucking informative, cicada. are you implying something?" no. he.ran. i.stayed.

[thehatredgrowsforyou]

i need you to fucking die NOW i’m giving comedian weapons

NO. COMEDIAN. COMEDIAN.COME.BACK!!!!!!!!!