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[doctorjackman]

Hyde, how do you feel about Tom's family?

“ Now~ That's a bit of a popular question with you.

             Tom this. Tom that. You'd think you were president of his fan club. ”

Hyde spoke angrily at first but quickly pursed his lips. Mocking the tone a parent would make when his children misbehaved, but he was oh, so worried he would upset them, Hyde decided to answer the question. 

“ How does a predator feel about the plants he must walk over to get to his prey? How about a steamroller with the dirt it must churn up before it can demolish what it is set to destroy? Better yet, how do humans feel about the other humans they pass on the street with no name or backstory to connect the face to?

              I've been enlightened to Claire's bottom feeding, putrid love that so ruined me, and I have learned that if I enjoy the thing that can destroy me, I will be wiped away and she will not give a damn. Claire and her boys are now nothing to me and will treated as such. ”

[doctorjackman]

I am sorry if I upset you, Dr Jackman.

Visibly calming down, Tom breathed out slowly. 

"It’s fine." He said, rather calmly. "I’m upset easily these days." With his slow talking and how mournful his words were, Tom sounded older than he actually was. Taking care of a brat of a identity seemed to be more work than his twins. 

[doctorjackman]

But... why?

Tired of talking about the family he missed, Tom pursed his lips tightly before continuing. “He’s made it vividly clear that he doesn’t need or want me or my family anymore. I don’t think I should get anymore specific than that.”  

[doctorjackman]

What are you saying? Are you saying that Hyde would hurt them? Why?

"He’s made it vividly clear." 

[doctorjackman]

You should visit them, I'm sure they'd be happy to see you

Tom seemed unfazed even by the idea, and just responded with a knee-jerk reaction like response. “I know someone else who might be too happy to see them.” Truth was, no matter how many times anyone would ask him this question, he had already decided. Hyde was more violent now. He was changed from his defensive nature of the family that he had adored and decided was his own.

Tom was not taking a chance.  

[doctorjackman]

How is your family? Aren't they worried about you?

"I hope not too much." 

[doctorjackman]

✉

You find yourself on a soft mattress. You are just about to roll over and sleep despite the creeping sunlight coming in when a feeling of foreboding hits you. With a bit of muster, you open your eyes and find yourself surrounded by unfamiliar, unstructurally sound walls. Panicking for a moment, you almost don’t notice the piece of paper taped to the wall. Open and written on sideways, it didn’t look like who ever wrote with such shaking hands had much time to focus on neatness. Still, the print is readable and very nice despite sloping slightly once it got the the edge of the page. 

     I can hardly remember last night and I never found out your street address. All of your belongings are wrapped up in the towel in the corner so nothing would get wet. You’re at 16 Harley road on the second floor. If you are injured or something is wrong, I’d suggest talking to a doctor as soon as possible. Never call me back and if I call back, don’t answer.

[doctorjackman]

Brother? Ah... twin brother? You do look /really/ similar, I almost confused you for him a second ago.

"I get that a lot." Tom sighed, staring off. "Sometimes it’s for the worst." Scratch that. All of the time.