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"world's best deadbeat dad" -a mug gifted to Hyde
Edward stared at the mug, a muscle in his cheek twitched and then he hurled it angrily to the ground and stomped the shards. No mug was going to accuse him of being any kind of dad. Good, bad or otherwise.
so what did it feel like he said?
"...that I'm not allowed to feel like a monster."
what else could he have meant?
"...that he never felt the same way?"
is there a way you would have prefered him to say it?
"i get what you're going through, but I don't feel the same way because of so and so.
with that in mind, what was he saying?
"...he did say alot about our capacity for creation, and just because we can be destructive doesn't mean we are soley that."
can we focus on that?
"..i think so, yeah."
Blaise was... exhausted, to say the least. Someone had broken into his home once he had finally processed what had happened, and they had started helping him find the missing kids-- though Blaise wasn’t exactly optimistic. It had been far too long in his eyes. There was no way they’d be alive by now, and even if they were, he had no idea what they did to them.
For all he knew, they might not be willing to go back home. Too scared to leave. Being there so long they remember nothing. Likely having been brainwashed by whatever made them run away into attacking anyone that tried to take them home. Hell, it’d likely be too dangerous to even go there. But he had to.
Blaise sighed once he was sure there were enough people ready to storm Hameln Entertainment. He really doubted any of this was going to be worth it-- they wouldn’t be stupid enough to keep the kids there. There had been no trails until that person broke in, and he was immensely suspicious of them. It was too good to be true. Too coincidental.
Blaise had wanted to arrest them on the spot for breaking and entering and then revealing their likely status as a conspirator in what had happened, but the force though this was their only chance to close the case on a somewhat good note. He had tried to get them to see reason, but that idiot kept insisting the kids were alive-- which Blaise still didn’t believe for a moment. If anything, he had a feeling that this person mistook a room of corpses for living kids somehow.
But he had to do this. If at least to finally get everyone to shut up and realize this was a waste of time and resources, and to finally give everyone closure.
He was slipping away. He could feel it in his heart; in his bones; in his soul.
And what did it matter? He could not he helped. His damage was not something that could be simply fixed for it was entangled in his very being. Hatred, revenge, eternal grudge, these all burned and swirled within his body like they did in none other. At once he felt nothing...and everything. At once he hated and he cared.
But Avenger would rather feel nothing at all. To be numb to a world filled with such horrid atrocities would be a blessing. To feel nothing of desire, hate, inadequacy, or any of it would be a wondrous thing. He wanted his soul quieted that his mind might be at peace.
Oh how he hated the world and desired to see it engulfed in the black flames of his eternal vengeance.
But there was no one to share such a feeling with. They all clung to hope so desperately as to be complete fools.
Heh...perhaps he was the weak one, then. Hating it all was easy. Admitting he might care...
Never. Not again. Not ever again. Avenger refused to feel that pain again.
So he would just...push everyone away.
Silent Scream... Hmm For both Tia and Caddy at each other.
“...you didn’t tell me, Auntie!” Caddy finally spun around and teared up, looking Celestia in the eye. “Do you know how much easier it would have been if I had just known sacrificial love was the answer!”
“Cadance...” Celestia stared at the pink alicorn like she had three heads “Of all the foolish questions! Of course I couldn’t tell you. Part of the labors were you finding that out for yourself! To tell you would have robbed you of your horn!”
“You could have thrown out hints here and there. You know, oh, Cadenza, the true measure of a hero is in her heart.”
“You are literally quoting me, Cadenza!”
“I am?” Caddy blinked.
“Yes. You know your biggest problem, Cadance-- you don’t listen. You rewrite what people say according to your emotions at the time. Your emotions write the story. Not the facts. You need to step back and think, Cadenza. And when you do, then we will talk...” Tia began to march from the room.
“You were still... vague.” Cadance called after her. “You left me...in the dark...Sometimes...I still feel that way.”
Celestia stopped before she reached the door. “...I’m sorry.” And then she left.
Blaise was shocked to find out that the children really were alive. Whoever this person was, they hadn’t been lying. He was still profoundly creeped out by the fact that they burst in when they did, but he had to assume that they just noticed he was on the last tape. At least, for now. He couldn’t arrest them for anything now, especially now that the children were freed. John had pretty much clung to Sebastian once they were freed, who clung to him.
“Pops... ooooh...” The boy whimpered. “I-it was h-horrible... I-I’m so glad y-you found us a-and I’m s-s-so sorry I ran away... I-I saw so many bad things and I wanna g-go home and s-so does John...”
Blaise blinked, then sighed, hugging Sebastian (and reluctantly hugging John). Right now, he needed to get John back to Justine. Then they both needed to go home and rest. Questioning the kids would have to wait for now, that much he knew. Judging from how scared and traumatized they all were, they were in no state of mind to handle what Hameln was going to be dealing with very soon...
They’d need their statements, of course, but not right now. Not while they’re still hurt.
Things made even less sense now, Blaise mussing up his hair in frustration. He was too tired to keep going at this point, and he stood up, grumbling. Stupid rotting episode, stupid show, stupid tapes... None of this makes sense. None of this was answering anything. All it was doing was giving him more questions.
He sighed, getting into bed and finally getting some shut-eye.
His dreams were... wrong. One time, he had refused to answer Amanda, and angered her. Needless to say, he had met a pretty gruesome end due to that. Another time, Amanda had suddenly focused on a kitten, and he had said they should help the kitten. He had ended up in what he guessed was the show’s butcher shop, stuck.
Blaise groaned as he woke up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Ugh...”
This was already strange. The moment Wooly seemed to recognize Blaise, seeming relieved, he knew things were... far more off than before.
“Oh, it’s you,” the sheep said, smiling in relief, before looking terrified, one ear raising as if in reaction to a sound off-screen. He then hurried closer to the screen. “Whatever you do, don’t--”
Wooly was cut off by the screen suddenly becoming filled with static, and then the screen returned, revealing an angry-looking Amanda and a crying Wooly, with a red knee. Amanda then seemed to notice Blaise, and quickly put on an innocent, yet horrified look. “Oh no! Wooly had an accident!”
As Amanda explained what an accident was, Blaise scoffed. He could’ve sworn she looked a little annoyed by the scoff, Wooly’s crying quieting for a moment. “At three forty-five this afternoon, we were playing, and Wooly tripped and fell.”
“I--” Wooly started, angry and taken aback. “I didn’t tri--!”
Amanda asked her questions, and Blaise answered, annoyed. Soon enough, the duo had ended up in the doctor’s office. “Amanda, this really hurts. When is the doctor going--”
“The doctor isn’t here right now!” Amanda cut him off. “Let’s see how we can help Wooly! Which tool can we use to check Wooly’s injury, the heart monitor, the x-ray machine, or the scale?”
“Maybe wait,” Blaise said, somewhat sarcastically.
“That won’t help Wooly,” Amanda responded near immediately, surprising Blaise.
“I’m scared,” Wooly said, when Blaise stared at the screen. “What should we use?”
Blaise blinked, pointing at the machine. “That’s right!” Amanda said. “Now we can look at Wooly’s bones!”
The episode ended then, and Blaise stared at the screen for a few moments.
