>>3066975
Identify the nearest exit and check how many fingers you have.

This may well and truly be the first time in your life you've cleaned a room, and made it to look
pretty. After all, this is your office now. It's not like you mind the pretty flowers and vases, or
the various paintings on the wall (all fake and printed), or the big, black leather couch that
takes half the room. In fact, you hardly ever notice what's around you. The thing is, people
care, people get upset over messy rooms, over rough imagery for some reason- so this comfy
setup of yours is purely pragmatic. Rows of books loom over your head, books you've never
read, just to convey the hint that you may know your shit, yet mostly because they look nice.

That being said, this is quite the small room.

You sit, finally, on your wooden black desk,facing the entrance. Which must be, at
most, eight feet away from your feet, which hang in the air. You pull the sleeve back to
check your new wrist-watch- and it's like your heart it's trying to match it's rythm.

You stare at the wooden door. Creaking, it gives way to a man- an aged, fancy gentlemen- with
a proud, thick white beard and a set of two huge breasts looming under it. Eyes fixed into
the two big lumps, a gentle chuckle startles you as your mind attempts to swallow this
reality.

"Yeah, I figured as much," the man says, and you notice his suit is clean and smells too well.
"Take your time."

You finally look up. "So I guess this is what you want to talk about."

"Not quite, lady," he says. "First, introductions are in order. Proper manners, and
all that." He extends a very white hand towards you, over the desk. You make sure to shake it
firmly, and not a second too longer. "I go by Mr. Wolf around here. Dear old Daddy's been
calling you "Five", just like the rest of the guys."

"I see," you add, crossing fingers under your chin. "Guess I can skip my introduction, then."

"You don't fancy manners, do you, lady," Mr Wolf says, smiling a faint bit. "Let's spare
ourselves some time, then. I've been dreaming, lately. About my daughter. She's been in a
better place for nine years now, and even though she's always in my prayers, I've been
seeing her every time I close my eyes, lately. I've even seen her in other girls," the elegant
man says, "before I got to see their face."

You squint your eyes behind the glasses. "How long have you been dreaming about her like
this?"

"A week. Maybe two. Something in between."

"Did anything happen right before this started?", you ask. "How old was she?"

"One at a time, girl. She was nine, nine years ago. And," Wolf says, "no, nothing I can recall.
How old are you?"

"This isn't about me," you state.

"Professional, I see," Mr Wolf says, nodding. "Quite commendable. So, my good Five, what
is happening to me?"

You close your eyes.

"The more information I get, the more accurate will be my diagnosis," you say, eyes still
closed. "Just let me ask..."

>"How did she die?"
>"What are your dreams about?"
>"What is your role within this organization?"

She would've been 18 if she were alive, so that might have started it.

Also, does he have manboobs cause he's fat or does he straight up have a pair of tits?

>>3067310
Straight up pair of tits. Like, fucking huge. You can't stop yourself from staring at them from time to time.

>>3067171
>"What are your dreams about?"

>>3067341

Wolf: "It's like variations of the same dream, over and over. In my travels, I meet her somewhere. Last time, it was at the entrance to a church somewhere in Finland. She's older... I barely recognize her. Then we talk. Have tea. I give her dumb advice, she laughs at me. I always wake up while we talk. Sometimes her words don't make any sense."

5: "I see. What do you two talk about?"

Wolf: "Stuff. Things. Nonsense. It's always like a chance meeting of sorts."

>"How did she die?"
>"What is your role within this organization?"
>"Where is her mother?"

>>3067387
>"How did she die?"

>>3067387
>>"What is your role within this organization?"

>>3067387
"So what's with the tits?"

>>3067454

Wolf: "Mom's a junkie. And still alive to this day, what do you know. Couldn't bring herself to ask
me cash to use, so she went ahead and got a few loans of her own. Then that woman got
greedy. One day, after a hard day's night, I find her crying on the floor, back home. Said they
took my daughter. Said I'd get a call. Never did. Turns out, someone had paid our kidnappers to
tape my little angel drowning, far more than we'd be able to afford. I got to watch the video;
straight from the Internet. Ten minutes they held my Mary's head underwater, and, by the end of
it, she wasn't moving anymore."

5: "Did you get to give her a proper burial? Did you get a call at any one point?"

Wolf: "No and no. I got nothing, 5. But I remember her face. She was a strong girl."

>"Has anything shocking happened lately?"
>"Where is her mother now?"
>"Are you sure your daughter is dead?"

>>3067502

5: "Mr Wolf, what's with the tits?"

Wolf: "Unrelated, young lady."

5: "Let me be the judge of that. You still have this problem after all, Mr. Wolf. The missing
pieces could be anywhere. How long have you been having back pain?"

Wolf: "I got these about five, no, four months ago,as preparations for a very specific, secret
operation, which may sound too fancy for the shithole we dwell in. To spare you the details,
the situation went out of control and the operation was cancelled- yet I got stuck with
these until further notice."

5: "What kind of situation was it?"

Wolf: "It's a secret, eh, 5."

5: "Just give me the overall picture. Just the patterns. Make it subtle."

(Wolf raises his eyebrows, then looks at the side.)

Wolf: "Let's just say it involves acting a very particular fetish, a wig, and Russians, of course."

(You grin, yet barely.)

5: "Vague enough."

>>3067512
Are you sure she’s dead?

>>3067512
Where is her mother now?

>>3071160

5: "Where is her mother now?"

Wolf: "Works at a church. Got clean and everything. Said God would forgive my sins, last
time we met. Couldn't look at me in the eye for a whole second. That day I got drunk and spent
the night making sand castles at the beach."

>>3071020

5: "Mr. Wolf, are you sure she's dead?"

(Wolf opens his mouth. Not a words comes out as he looks away.)

Wolf: "There's this fantasy I have. I know she's... but, sometimes, to pass the time, I
imagine she was acting. Playing dead."

(He smiles.)

Wolf: "And then she gets out and has all these silly adventures, trying to get back home.
But it gets so crowded, and there's so much to do, that she keeps pushing back her arrival in
order to help other people. Or learn muay thai. She meets people, travels, discovers secrets-
grows older. That kid punched boys in the face for fun, but would bring home every damn dirty
dog she found on the streets. And they'd shit on my carpet."

5: "Is this the same version of your daughter that you meet in your dreams?"

Wolf: "Yes... now that you mention it."

(5 closes her eyes again.)

5: "Huh-"

Wolf: "Oooh, something on your mind, Five?"

>"How did you feel after watching that video? Were you depressed?"
>"For how long do you think a human being is able to hold its breath?"
>"How did you end up here? In the Trashcan?"

>>3071400
>"How did you end up here? In the Trashcan?"

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>>3071479

5: "Mr. Wolf-"

Wolf: "Come on, cut the 'Mr' out, I know I'm old."

5: "Please look at the walls. Any will do."

(Wolf starts looking around, as if taking a tour.)

Wolf: "What am I looking for, Five?"

5: "Do you notice anything peculiar?"

Wolf: "That can't be a real fucking 'Sunflower' from Vincent Van Gogh, now can it?"

(Five chuckles.)

5: "I'm fairly certain I wouldn't be here, if that was the case."

Wolf: "Afraid so."

5: "You couldn't notice what I wanted to show you because it's everywhere. This room,
the floor included, is behind two layers of acoustic panels, the kind used by music studios."

Wolf: "Explains the damn heat, I thought I was horny for you."

5: "The information conveyed here has no way out. As you can see, I have neither a
recorder nor I'm using a notepad."

(Five open both hands to the sides, smiling very faintly.)

5: "And since I don't need to believe you, I'd have no way to prove any of your claims
whatsoever."

(Wolf claps.)

Wolf: "Professional, Ms. Five. What a way to make me feel safe. Still, and I do have to ask,
what if I'm bullshiting you? How would you know?"

5: "Simple: I wouldn't. This is exactly like lying to a doctor; do so at your own peril."

Wolf: "When you put it like that..."

5: "How did you end up here? In the Trashcan?"

Wolf: "That? That's what all this fuzz was for? Fuck's sake, Five, I thought you'd ask me to
fuck someone up, or if I play with my tits when I'm bored."

(Five, dimply, rises her eyebrows at him.)

Wolf: "I'm a systems analyst, and this shithole is a system too. Like a digestive tract."

5: "How did you meet 'Daddy', and what got you to accept working for him?"

Wolf: "I came looking for them, Five. I came looking for them. Perhaps I still do."


>"How did you feel after watching that video? Were you depressed?"
>"For how long do you think a human being is able to hold its breath?"

>>3071511
>"How did you feel after watching that video?"
>"You said you never got a call, nor did you get to give her a burial. I can take a guess, but I'm not going to make any assumptions - how did that make you feel and, more importantly, what did you do about it afterwards?"

>>3071584

(5 stands from her seat behind the desk.)

5: "I can offer you tea."

Wolf: "Whisky or nothing, lady. I'm at that age where fucking yourself up comes second to
taste."

5: "I need you sober. Have some tea with me."

(Wolf shrugs. Five turns his back at him and goes on with the procedures. Then hands it over
to him and sits.)

5: "How did you feel after watching that video?"

(Wolf takes a sip.)

Wolf: "Too much sugar. Bad, bad as hell, isn't this obvious, dear?"

5: "You said you never got a call, nor did you get to give her a burial. I can take a guess,
but I'm not going to make any assumptions-"

(This time, it's Five that takes a sip. With no rush whatsoever.)

5: "How did that make you feel? What did you do about it afterwards?"

Wolf: "Like fucking hell, I just told you."

5: "I need to know how bad. I need to know if you felt numb at some point."

Wolf: "I did. I ended up depressed. Fucked up. Here."

5: "Still are?"

Wolf: "Still here. And yes, still numb."

(Wolf laughs loudly.)

Wolf: "Hell, I can tell there's too much sugar in this cause I can feel it."

(Five closes her eyes.)

Wolf: "I like how you close your eyes to think."

(Five doesn't respond.)

Wolf: "Take your time."

5: "Depression is a strategy against overwhelming, paralyzing pain. It numbs both
feelings of joy and sadness. It buys you time to get in a better position, one where all that stored
sadness won't be able to bring you down and kill you."

(Five opens her eyes.)

5: "It's, pretty much, like giving time to someone who owes you to set up shop and earn
the money to repay you."

Wolf: "I like that explaination. I like it. So, how does that relate to me?"

5: "That's simple. Why would a man in debt not do anything about it?"

>"Because they can't make him pay."
>"Because he's waiting for money to arrive."
>"Because he doesn't even know about it."

>>3071610
>"Because he's waiting for money to arrive."
He's waiting for a windfall to arrive. But he just doesn't realize that it isn't coming unless he makes it.

He can wish, and dream, about that payoff that'll finally set him free of all his debts. But good things never come to those who do nothing but wait. If you want something done, do it with your own two hands.

That's what you'd tell someone in that same situation, isn't it?

>>3071636

5: "He's waiting for money to arrive, Wolf. He doesn't want the job."

Wolf: "So?"

5: "I think you are waiting for your daughter to come back."

(It's slow this time, but Wolf manages to draw a heavy chuckle.)

Wolf: "The only way she's getting here is a Evil Dead movie, come on, Five, what are you
doing?"

(Yet Five stares straight at his eyes, letting silence sink in.)

5: "One of the major misunderstandings about the mind is that we are a single entity.
Inside us, however, live millions of opinions; just like in a city."

Wolf: "No whisky, then?"

5: "Accepting that your daughter is dead would mean killing all the hopes for joy, all the
plans you made with her. But if she was alive, none of that would have to be scrapped."

(Wolf isn't smiling.)

Wolf: "What does that mean?"

5: "What's the world record for not breathing?"

Wolf: "Twenty-two minutes. Twenty-two seconds."

(Five grins.)

5: "I thought you'd know."

(Wolf doesn't respond. He lets Five take a sip in peace.)

5: "Do you smoke, Mr. Wolf?"

Wolf: "I'd rather run in the mornings. What was that about us being millions or something,
you lost me there."

5: "That a big part of you still thinks she lives somewhere, and it won't let you enjoy
sugar until she comes. It won't let you make other plans."

Wolf: "So?"

5: "Why would that happen?"

>"Because it can still believe."
>"Because it hates you for not saving her."
>"Because there's proof."

>>3071659
>"Because it hates you for not saving her."
>"Because it wants to believe she's still fine even without your saving her; if that were the case, it wouldn't be your fault."

>>3071659
>>"Because there's proof."

>>3071690
lol sry anon, I had already got down all that post before yours
almost no readers so I try to keep going lol

>>3071705
it's alright my love

(5 finds her own eyes at the end of the cup.)

5: "It's hate. It hates you for not saving her. It doesn't want it to be your fault. And, if she
was alive, you'd have done nothing wrong."

(Wolf lets out a muffled 'oh', and stares at his cup just like you do.)

Wolf: "But, Five... how could I have, Five?"

5: "The voices in your head are like people- and people aren't always rational, sadly.
Especially when angry. Think. Is there anything you blame yourself for? Something you could
have noticed?"

Wolf: "I didn't notice my wife doing drugs behind my back. I just thought she was very
happy about having the prettiest girl and a happy house full of stray dogs and diarrhea shit."

5: "Anything else? Was she always a drug-addict? Were you aware of that beforehand?"

Wolf: "I found out Alex did cocaine before she met me only after my girl was taken away."

5: "I see."

(Five closes her eyes, yet again.)

5: "That's the thing with being too happy. You drop your guard. It happens."

(Yet Wolf smiles.)

5: "But my dreams, Five. My dreams are so happy. The best part of the day, and the
worst is having to leave that bed."

(He finally looks back at you.)

Wolf: "Is it really hate? Then what a glorious hate... what a joke I'm being played on. Joke's
on them, then; I'll enjoy this every single second. Until I sink in reality."

(Five closes her eyes even further.)

Wolf: "So what now? What do I do?"

5: "Forgiving yourself is just a matter of not flying too high again. Love again, Wolf; take the
chance. Don't fuck it up. Do it well, and the hate will go away."

Wolf: "I can't love, Five. I can't even care."

(He shrugs.)

Wolf: "Why do you think I have this job?"

(5 opens her eyes.)

5: "There is a way."

(Wolf perks up.)

5: "Having hope is like waiting for the bus. You've got some clues as to how to take it, the
time, the place, how it looks like, where it will take you. Yet sometimes the bus never comes,
or it takes you somewhere you don't like in the end."

5: "Most importantly, it glues you in place. While you are waiting for the bus, you got to
stay there. And the more you wait, the more you wonder if it's worth the wait. You miss other
journeys."

Wolf: "I could wait for my girl forever, Five."

5: "I know."

Wolf: "So what do I do?"

>>DIAGNOSIS TIME:

>"Do something else while you wait for that bus. Find someone else. Adopt. Do what you wanted to do with your daughter."
>"Get closure. Face reality. Convince that part of yourself that your daughter isn't here anymore."
>"Don't think about it. Quit this job. Don't be like the men that took your daughter away from you. That's why you hate yourself."
>"You should..."

>>3071712
>"Get closure. Face reality. Convince that part of yourself that your daughter isn't here anymore."
>"And after that, find someone else. Talk to your wife. Adopt, if you feel you want to. Do what you wanted to do with your daughter."

>>3071712
I thought about it right now but when he will be living we should ask him if tits are fully plastic surgery or if they give him hormones or other medication.
Because those would affect him very fucking much.

And I go with whatever written in anon will post

>>3071710
>>3071723

[b]5[/b]: "Trees stand because of the roots. In the same vein, a belief built under weak proof will fall to the wind."

[b]Wolf[/b]: "I'll end up dizzy if you keep talking like that."

[b]5[/b]: "Whatever you are going to build from now on has to be on clean ground. And that can't be done if you don't know what's underneath. You need closure."

[b]Wolf[/b]: "Closure."

(Five nods.)

[b]5[/b]: "Completely convince yourself that she won't come knocking on your door; to leave that bus stop. Kill all hope. Let the sadness in."

[b]Wolf[/b]: "Bloody hell, Five, what if I can't take it?"

[b]5[/b]: "That is up to you. Clean yourself; then adopt a little girl, if it pleases you. Find one that resembles her- and do with her all you wanted to do with your daughter."

(Wolf's stuck staring at the floor.)

[b]Wolf[/b]: "What if I lose her again?"

[b]5[/b]: "You are dying anyway, Wolf. Just like the rest of us. Loving is always a risk, it's always an investment."

[b]Wolf[/b]: "You are some serious shit, Five. What's the plan?"

[b]5[/b]: "Your daughter was buried underwater for ten minutes. My advice? Find a pool and try to last as long. You'd have better odds than her."

[b]Wolf[/b]: "What do I start with?"

>"First, adopt."
>"First, face reality."

lol looks like shit
sry guys, im.on my.cellphone and ill post back in loke 2 hours
also be carwful with this.one

>>3071918
>"First, face reality."

>>3071918
Face reality.

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>>3066975
>and make up with patterns what you lack in empathy.

Huh? Run that by me again?

Im pretty good at puzzles, AND i know what empathy is.

Master of both worlds eh? Maybe this is what i have started to understand as "MQ"; morality IQ.

But anyway, dont let me stop you.

Pic unrelated.

>>3072058
You’re such a fucking ho. I love it.

>>3071963
>>3071996

5: "First, Mr. Wolf, you must face reality."

Wolf: "I already know I'm old, but suit yourself if bullying is your thing."

5: "It's going to be hard. And what I mean is, it's going to be the hardest thing you've ever
faced. Nine years of love and nine years of hope are anything but a joke. When I say this is going
to be hell for you, I really mean it."

Wolf: "I'm not sure it's going to be worth it, then."

5: "That is up to you. My job here is to lend you a clear picture of your situation. I can't
know all the details of it. In fact, I only get the gist of it. Factors are infinite; so keep in mind I'm
only using the ones you made me aware of."

Wolf: "A risk, you called it. Well, fuck it, I'll give it a shot. I got nothing. Nothing to lose,
then."

5: "Then that's it for today. Come back tomorrow. I'll help you sort your life out."

Wolf: "Sounds pretty damn greedy, but what the hell, you look confident enough."

(Mr. Wolf stands so fast his boobs bounce up and down. He's looking straight at you, like a
proud dad. He stretches a hand towards you.)

5: "I /hate/ being touched."

Wolf: "Oh, my bad."

(He retracts. Then turns around.)

Wolf: "Can I get drunk, at least?"

5: "Only if you can't take it."

(The man waves a hand back. The door closes, and you are alone.)

(cont!)

It's the next day already. From inside the dark room, you peek, across the broken window, at
the sunrise. The light only reaches half your face.

In front of you, buried in darkness, you only get to see the faint, red light of a cigarrete floating in
the air, and a pair of shoes barely lit by the morning sun. You stare at the smoke coming out
of it in silence, as the two men behind you stand like statues.

It's "Daddy" in the shadows. You can barely make out his elderly features.

"Five; I only ask for your honesty. It's all I want."

You nod, firmly.

"What did you tell Mr. Wolf?" Daddy asks. "And do not be afraid. You are leaving this room,
healthy and smart as you are, one way or the other. I promise."

Every word tears the silence. As if it was a ragged, old fabric.

"Mr. Wolf was haunted by the memories of his daughter," you start, as if talking was walking
over a rope, "and came to me in order to understand his situation. He dreamed of his
daughter and even fantasized about her travels; I took this as hope that she would return,
someday. In order to have him move forward in life I had him find absolute evidence that would
kill any hope he had left." You close your eyes, now. Even if it's almost utter dak in here. "Her
daughter had been held underwater for ten minutes while being taped; the video made it into
the internet. That's how he saw it. So I had him stay underwater for as long as he could." You
pause, suddenly paranoid about your choice of words. It takes you a while. "I did not expect him
to drown."

You dare to open your eyes; everything looks the same. At least for the few things you could
make out.

"I think," you hear Daddy's ragged voice from the dark say, "that, maybe, our good Wolf tried
to endure those ten minutes. If, by chance, he was able, then his daughter may have been able
to take it, too. I take... that the pain he felt back then was worse that drowning."

"I'm sorry," you say, "I did not see this coming. I failed. That is the truth. I'm taking
responsability."

"Perhaps, Five, he stood down there because there was nothing to return to," you hear Daddy
say, but it's like an eldritch angel speaking. "That is mostly why people do not change their minds;
if you are to sink their boats, then make sure they've got other awaiting them. Presenting a
better opinion before taking down the other's is only polite."

You just stay there, looking at the floor. Shaking.

"I know," Daddy says, "about your war with madness. That is your intent, and this was, and
that is how I'll see it, a rookie's mistake. And I mean no offense by it."

You simply stay there under the dark; empty. You realize Daddy, the head of this whole
organization, may be waiting for your answer; but there's none in store, and you feel that
making one up would be worse.

(cont!)

"You are free to leave whenever you feel like, Tokido," the shadows say, softly. "You'll always
be. People can be so complicated... so, should you leave, don't worry; I'll blame myself for
placing this burden on you."

>Leave the Trashcan.
>Stay as a Yakuza Therapist.

>>3072211
Stay.

When trying to stand, you notice your legs numb; shaky, like spaghetti. When you do, it's firmly,
with all the composture you can muster.

"I'll make this work," you tell the darkness.

It bows its head towards you. You walk past the two stupidly massive bodyguards; it's like
that scene from the Lord of the Rings with the river and the two giant statues, but dark. They
escolt you all the way out of the building. Once outside, the sun shines so brightly over you
that you can't help but squint.

After all, it's another day.

-------------------------------------------------------

aaaaight that's enough for today
I'll start another day tomorrow on this very thread.
its been a while so im kinda rusty. help me make this shit work guys, tell me what to fix lol
writing is fun

Deep in your mood, you can't remember how you got back to your office. Wolf isn't there. You
are a 'head in the clouds' type for sure, but this time it's your feelings became a landscape you
had to push through. You try to stay /calm/ and claw your head with both hands, as if it was a
giant walnut. The insides looks the same, afterall.

After a while, you manage. Feelings like sadness or hate would only cloud your judgement. You
don't want them.

(The door opens quickly. A man with black sunglasses strolls in. He sits without as much as
a nod.)

Man: "Do I just talk or what? How does this work?"

5: "Pretty much."

Man: "Alright, so I fuck a lot but I can't get it up now. Last time I was bored so I started
speaking russian and making faces at this redhead girl with green eyes and tribal tatoos
while i was over her. So what's wrong with my dick?"

5: "I'm going to need your name."

Man: "Aight, it's Marcus. Don't fucking kill me."

(Marcos says so naturally, not noticing Five's fixed stare as he lits a cigarette.)

(Five looks away.)

5: "How often do you have sex?"

Marcus: "Four times a week not counting weekends. I fuck a lot, I told you."

5: "I see. Why?"

Marcus: "Feels good."

5: "How much did you last in a relationship?"

Marcus: "A girlfriend? A month. Less."

5: "I see."

Marcus: "You wanna fuck me, too?"

5: "I'd rather stare at the stars and argue. Have you felt an emotional connection with any
of these woman?"

Marcus: "Nah, fuck them. Like, literally. Bitches make me tell them stories. They don't
want me."

5: "Do you feel hollow, Marcus?"

(Marcus blows smoke into the ceiling. Five opens the window.)

Marcus: "You should try these. They calm you down."

(You think it over; then take one. This isn't the place to mull these things over.)

Marcus: "Yeah. I feel hollow alright."

(He hands you the lighter.)

5: "How did you know I don't smoke?"

Marcus: "No ashtray."

(He presses his cigarette right on your desk- then twists it.)

>"Is there anything else besides sex in your life?"
>"What is your role within the organization?"
>"Have you ever fallen in love?"

>>3074022
>"Is there anything else besides sex in your life?"

>>3074173

5: "Is there anything else besides sex in your life?"

Macus: "The gym?"

5: "Friends, maybe? Family?"

Marcus: "There's the squad. The fellas. They don't know much about me."

5: "I see. Hobbies? Anything you are passionate about?"

Marcus: "Hell, haha... nah. Ain't nothin, girl."

5: "What do you do for fun, Marcus?"

Marcus: "I fuck around with woman, and when I'm bored, I make them angry."

(Five pauses for a bit.)

Marcus: "Should I talk? Are you waiting for me to talk?"

>"Was there anything that caught your fancy at some point? A sport, maybe?"
>"What is your role within the organization?"
>"Have you ever fallin in love?"
>"Hmm..." (write in)

>>3074206
>"What is your role within the organization?"
>"Talk me backwards though, let's say, the week before you started noticing this issue."

>>3074220
Supporting.

>>3074220

5: "What is your role within this organization?"

Marcus: "Maaaan, fuck. 'Organization' makes this shithole seem so rad. Loanshark. I'm
a loanshark, babe."

5: "I see. How violent is your job? How bad does it get?"

Marcus: "Really peaceful, actually. Not many guys have the balls to stand when they
see Fat Jimmy. If they can't pay, we bring em here. I don't know if it's still peaceful then."

5: "Why this and not any other job?"

Marcus: "Cuz it makes me feel alive. How should I call you? Mary? Is that your name?"

5: "Five."

Marcus: "Five what?"

5: "Talk me backwards; let's say, a week before you noticed this issue."

Marcus: "Five what?"

(Five stares straight at him as she finally lits the cigarette.)

5: "This isn't about me."

Marcus: "Whatever, babe."

(Five puts the cigarette in her mouth. She ends up coughing hard, grabbing onto the desk.)

Marcus: "It's always like that the first time. Fucking had been getting boring for a while now,
not just a week. Maybe a year. Maybe more. I did it so much that, by the end of it, all the girls I
fucked were friends of girls I already did. I'll be the father of half the next generation. I'm so glad
I won't be around to see it."

5: "Did anything happen right before you lost your tackle? Any particular event?"

Marcus: "Nah. I fucked one of the guys we took here cause I was bored. Went limp midway
there."

>"Was there anything that caught your fancy at some point? A sport, maybe?"
>"What about anything other than sex? Have you tried any arts, sports, jobs?"
>"Why do you kept it going for so long if it wasn't enjoyable anymore?"
>"Have you ever fallen in love?"
>"Hmm..."

>>3074291
>"Why do you kept it going for so long if it wasn't enjoyable anymore?"

>>3074299

5: "Then why did you keep it going for so long if it wasn't enjoyable anymore?"

Marcus: "Cuz that's all I have. Other than fucking people over."

(Five closes her eyes.)

5: "It's gluttony."

Marcus: "Well yeah, I do algo love eating shit, but what the hell do you mean?"

5: "Repeating anything builds a tolerance to the sensation. You can't discover the same
thing twice, so it's never as good as the first. Are you able to stop yourself from eating too
much or having sex? From smoking too much?"

Marcus: "Nah. And why would I?"

5: "Do you eat until you puke?"

Marcus: "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

5: "I see."

(Five opens her eyes.)

5: "You are distracting yourself from pain or sorrow. That's why you can't stop. And that's
why you feel hollow."

(Marcus simply stares at you, his mouth gaping just a bit.)

5: "When something doesn't satisfy us anymore, we stop to think about what we really
want. We stop; we can't think well if we are distracted. Can you stop and think, Marcus?
How does it feel being awake at night when you can't sleep?"

Marcus: "I get drunk to sleep."

5: "How does it feel before you get drunk?"

(Marcus puts another cigarette in his mouth.)

Marcus: "So bad I wouldn't mind if you kill me too."

>"What are you distracting yourself from?"
>"Have you ever fallen in love?"
>"Hmm..."

>>3074337
>>"Have you ever fallen in love?"

>>3074361

5: "Have you ever fallen in love, Marcus?"

Marcus: "Yeah. With you. And stop saying my name."

5: "Anyone else besides me?"

(Marcus seems to ponder about this.)

Marcus: "Not in the way you see in the movies. Guy and girl, they fight dinosaurs, they
kiss on screen. See, there was this girl. Younger than me, but barely. Brunette, freckles, a bit
short, eyes too big for her face. We really got along, y'know. I don't know if that was love but,
whenever we were together, I didn't had to think what I was going to say at all. We laughed a lot,
and for the stupidiest shit you could imagine- like bald people."

(Marcus pauses to smoke. He takes it deep, and soon gray clouds rise from his nostrils.)

Marcus: "She wasn't pretty. Not a fucking monster either, mind you, but her nose was too
big. When I got this broad, we began to talk less and less- I was too busy fucking, and didn't care
for anything at all. One day, this ugly ass girl tells me she's got a boyfriend. And guess what?
I got mad. Mad as shit, Five. You writin this all down?"

5: "I don't do that."

Marcus: "At that point I didn't even know what the fuck I was saying, I was so mad but I
felt so free with her I just spilled shit everywhere. I told her how her nose looked like
a dick. She even laughted that off; until I got her crying."

(Marcus takes the cigarette off and puts yet another between his lips.)

>"Do you recall what you were telling her? And why?"
>"Were you still with the same girl at the time?"
>"Do you miss her?"

>>3074385
Do you miss her?

>>3074573

5: "Do you miss her?"

Marcus: "I miss talking like that. I miss running my mouth like a happy retard. But even
the boys get mad or ask me what the fuck I'm saying. This never happened with her, not even
once."

5: "Where is she now? Got any clues?"

Marcus: "Married. Two kids. Saw her facebook. Still as ugly as ever, and the
husband's a mess too."

(He blows yet another cloud up the ceiling.)

Marcus: "Been together for fifty years now."

5: "Huh."

(Five gives the cigarette between her fingers a gentle sip.)

5: "So you couldn't replace her."

Marcus: "Nah. You know: I kinda hate her, to be honest. Man, fuck, like, if only she was a
bit prettier, a bit easier to swallow... Life is so unfair sometimes."

5: "The way I see it, you tried to replace the depth you got from those conversations with
the images of many other woman. And you don't enjoy those woman anymore because you can't
find any depth in them now. What kept you going from one to the other was the hope that any of
them would be like your old friend."

(Marcus simply takes out another cigarette.)

5: "Am I hitting close?"

Marcus: "Feels that way, yeah."

5: "I'll keep going, then. By focusing especifically on the image of people, you
became unbalanced; your own depth is stagnated. Like a bag of chips full of air, yet very
pretty nonetheless. You won't buy it unless it's shiny, but what does it tell about what's inside?"

Marcus: "What does it tell?"

5: "Nothing, Marcus. It tells nothing."

(Marcus crushes his cigarette against the desk.)

Marcus: "Bullshit. It tells the package cared about what people saw. That it wanted to
show what's inside."

5: "Or lie."

Marcus: "What you are telling me is that image is not important, well guess what? Fuck
you, and your books."

(He points at the big stack a few feet over your head.)

Marcus: "Working on your looks is exactly like working on a canvas. It's art in it's purest
form, it's your way to show people there are sights worth living for or at least to keep them
from puking their fucking lungs out. Not that you give a shit. Look at you, 'Five'. You are a fucking
noodle. I'd need a scope to get my dick in you."

(Five simply blows a cloud of her own.)

>He's got a point.
>He's wrong.

>>3074895
>He's got a point
maybe he's cursed

>>3074895
>He's got a point.
People care about their own appearances because they care about what others think of them. Not just physically; in the ways we act too - unconsciously, we put on different personas when we're with friends, family, lovers and enemies.
But,
>He's still wrong.
If image was so important, then how is it that he could form such a significant relationship with a girl whose looks he found so off-putting? Because he didn't fall in love with her looks, he fell in love with how naturally he could act with her, and how she acted with him.

>>3074908
>>3074903
didnt expect posts this early lol
eatin and postin. brb

>>3074903
>>3074908

5: "You do have a point. If working on yourself is like working on a canvas, then looks
are as valid a way to show your world-view; your criteria. To be judged."

(By now, the small room is under a light, gray cloud. Marcus blows smoke towards Five, who
covers her coughing with a single hand.)

>He's still wrong.

5: "And yet, you aren't satisfied. That is why you keep looking for sensual stimulation, for
sensory information."

Marcus: "Those complex words, man. Why."

5: "Yet you enjoyed yourself plenty with a girl so off-putting. You didn't fell in love with her
looks; you didn't even want to have sex with her. You loved who you could be around her, that
character that came naturally."

(Five coughs. Hard. Marcus waits for her to stop, as he lightens another cigarette. It's hard;
his hand shakes.)

5: "Only her words mattered because she was the only one who did taste your chips. With
all the rest, you were a different person. All their praise and love would go to your character; not
to you."

Marcus: "Makes sense, I guess."

5: "That's why you feel so hollow. Love won't reach you because you aren't you. Your
'true' you has been abandoned, so you have to act all the time to make up for it. It must be very
draining."

Marcus: "Spot on, noodle. So I'm fucked, then."

(Five simply stares at him, calmly.)

Marcus: "I don't know what I want so I keep fucking. If I stop, it all comes down at once
so I get drunk. When I show who I am, people run away. If I don't, then all their praise means
shit."

5: "Depth and breadth are different things, Marcus. You can't know the taste of the chips by
the looks of the package."

(Marcus pauses. He takes the cigarette off his mouth.)

Marcus: "Then what do I do?"

5: "First of all, meditation is a must. You will remain still, aiming for twenty minutes a day,
while focusing on your breath and counting to five for every exhalation. The aim of this is to not
think about anything else."

Marcus: "What? Why?"

5: "To learn how to focus. You've been playing with those cigarettes and smoking all this
time. The only way you'll learn what you want is by letting the pain touch you too, by hearing
what your mind has to say. And second..."

>>Diagnosis time

>"Stop fucking and drinking at once. Cut it all out. As long as you stay distracted you won't
know what you want- and therefore, who you are."
>"Keep fucking and drinking, but talk to people. Don't try to look good. Don't try to fuck them.
Open up at your own pace; if you learn to enjoy it, talking will replace your vices."

>>3074944
>stop fucking and drinking at once. Cut it all out. As long as you stay distracted you won't know what you want- and therefore, who you are."

>>3074944
>"Keep fucking and drinking, but talk to people. Don't try to look good. Don't try to fuck them. Open up at your own pace; if you learn to enjoy it, talking will replace your vices."
And remember: you'll go through a lot of failures and rejections before you can find someone you can relate to as much as her. Don't give up. You're doing this to get back something like what you lost, but it takes time and effort. But you can manage that, right?

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1) >>3074960
2) >>3074952
dice takes effect in ten minutes unless any of you changes its mind

>>3074952

5: "Cut it all out. Simple as that."

Marcus: "Holy fuck, 'simple as that'. Cut it all cold turkey. You make it sound so easy."

5: "It's not easy. It's simple, and the hardest thing you'll ever do."

Marcus: "So I either cut it or I'm out, right? There's no other way?"

(Marcus looks pale.)

5: "As long as you stay distracted you won't know what you want- and who you are.
Think of this like looking for a gold mine; you can't know if there's yellow until you take a peek
inside. By paying attention to your feelings, you'll get to realize what will make you happy. And
what won't."

5: "So no, Marcus. There's no other way."

Marcus: "Fffffffffffffffffffuuuck. No wonder not even Tits got out of this. You are brutal."

5: "Aim and shoot, Marcus. Find what you want, and get it. The moment you want
something you are doomed to go after it. And trying to get everything else is a poor strategy."

Marcus: "Wait, what the fuck, why do I have to learn what I want? I know what I want, I
want to talk to someone like I did with her."

5: "To give all that praise a target, of course. You don't understand your own
motivations and won't be sure if people will want to go deep with you unless you do. As in, 'why
would anyone want to talk to a piece of shit like me'. If you knew why are shit, you'd know what
to do about it."

Marcus: "You lost me."

5: "That girl wanted to be with you because she was ok with your motivations, with
how you saw the world. Others may not be, and for good reason. Finding out what you want and
why you want it will let you be comfortable with yourself. You'll find reasons to believe why
others could like you."

Marcus: "Ok, I kinda get it now. But what If I find someone like her again? Someone who
likes me the way I am now?"

5: "Then she's an idiot. You have to change. Get someone to convince you that looks
aren't everything, who can see your potential."

(Marcus stands at once.)

Marcus: "And all of that completely sober and without fucking."

5: "Can't have sex anyway, so there you go."

Marcus: "What if I can't take it?"

(Five shrugs.)

5: "I told you the way out. That is my job. The rest is up to you."

(Without another word, Marcus leaves the room.)

(cont!)

"Five," Daddy asks, "why is Marcus in a coma?"

Barely three days had elapsed, with no notorious cases whatsoever. Most came out pretty well;
you got some big men to cry and do yoga.

"He drank too much at once," you say, quietly. "I'm telling you because I wasn't sure if you are
already aware of the details."

"I was," Daddy says.

You notice yourself shaking. It angers you.

"I had Marcus stop drinking and smoking at once, any form of distraction that could stop his
feelings from reaching out to him." You notice yourself moving your mouth manually. "The
subconcious tells us what we want, but it's no use if we don't listen. That way, he'd gain a
direction; by looking at the world with clarity, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Oh, I see," Daddy says.

You try to look forward, but can't. "Apparently, Marcus couldn't handle it and drank too much at
once. I had thought he was much stronger; he's a loanshark, he knows dark land."

"Leave us, Bueno, Amigo," the god-father says. "You are making her nervous."

The two giant statues from Lord of the Rings leave the room. You don't even turn to look.

Daddy sighs. Loudly.

"You know why is it easy for these men to do what they do?" he says.

"Practice," you reply. "Tolerance. They grew that way."

"They don't care, Tokido," Daddy says, sofly. "Everything's easier to do when you don't care.
What you did with Marcus was make him care. These people, they are brutes... they are not
used to mind such things."

"I see," you say, your voice dry.

"Their pleasures are simple, brutal, and straightforward," says Daddy, as he opens both
hands to the sides. "In that world, they feel safe. It's all they know."

You don't answer. You are trying too hard to control your feelings.

"Be patient, Tokido," Daddy says, finally, from the shadows. "People won't change overnight.
Plant the seed, and let the tree grow. Now go."

You stand, slowly.

"Should I quit?" you ask the darkness, still unable to stare straight at it.

"I'm patient," it says, softly as always. "You'll find it pays off."

An old, brown hand reaches from the shadows, pointing towards the exit. You turn around and let
the darkness be.

aaight boyz, im starting a new day today if i get the time.

if you got anything to say about the quest, by all means. I'm rusty and wanna git gud so dont be shy

>>3075059
I can’t think of anything wrong but what would have happened if we picked the other choices?

>>3076990

wolf would live and marcus be talking shit

with wolf, the point was "dont take hope away from someone who isn't ready" and with marcus it was "change takes time and moving all at once breaks your back"

expect me to fuck up at some point, people are fun

also next day after dinner

Reclined on her chair, Five feeds smoke to the gray cloud up the ceiling. She coughs, opens the
window, and spreads deodorant. Too much of it. Her fingers slip into the box and draw another
thin cigarette; it's teared in two before reaching her mouth. Five crushes the rest into her palm,
finally fixing her eyes on the door. The only sound is her finger tapping against the desk.

The door opens, and the man sits. Five's brows rise before she manages a single word, as she
beholds the massive afro almost with respect.

AfroMan: "DAAAAM gurl, get out with dis awful smell."

(It's a black man wearing square sunglasses under a black sun.)

5: "Huh. So you like attention."

AfroMan: "Open dat sheeeet."

(He points at the window. Which is already open. Then he notices.)

AfroMan: "Girl you need a fan like two years ago."

5: "What brings you here?"

AfroMan: "Dem boys be fucks and cheat, y'know? Lost a bet. Dats what'm sayin."

5: "I see. So you lost a bet."

AfroMan: "Dats what am sayin- you deaf, biiiiiiiiiiitch?"

(The pitch of his voice changes drastically from word to word. Five sits upright, in formal
manner.)

5: "You must be Sugar. They say you really like to talk. And sing."

Sugar: "YEAH BITCH."

5: "What's your job here?"

Sugar: "Sugar-Sugar warms dem niggas hearts errywhere it goes, babe. Ain't no
mofucker movin without love. Yeah."

5: "I agree. So how do you do it? Are you a drug dealer?"

Sugar: "They pay me to look good and bring guns and shit."

(Sugar's formal suit sharply contrasts with everything over her neck, from his big lips, to his
square sunglasses.)

5: "I see. What do you think about the harm your guns could bring? About the people
that could die because of it?"

Sugar: "Nigga, ain't dem guns doin SHIT till a mudafucka press de trigga. Ain't growing legs
or shit and shit, YEAH BITCH."

5: "You can't shoot people without guns, though. One way or the other, you are helping
the mob mess people up."

(Sugar stays quiet for a bit.)

Sugar: "Dam gurl, u cop or som shit?"

5: "I'm just trying to find something I could fix in you, since, well, you are here."

Sugar: "Fix what?"

(Five opens her arms to the side)

5: "Emotional insecurities. Unjustified fears. Paralyzing traumas. Delirium. Madness.
You name it."

Sugar: "You mean you bitch a therapist."

5: "What do you guys think I am?"

Sugar: "Bitch be like Frankenstein, they say:"

(You smile a bit.)

5: "Not that off, then."

(Sugar reels back.)

(cont!)

5: "That leaves me wondering, do they mean the doctor or his invention?"

Sugar: "Ain't got books in mah hair. WHAAAT?"

(Five shrugs.)

5: "Tell me about you."

Sugar: "Hell no, dis boy here aint coma-friendly."

5: "Tell me, Sugar. Why do you think I'm here?"

Sugar: "Racism."

5: "Close."

(Sugar furrows his brow.)

5: "Let's just say our boss doesn't like rotten brains, so I'm here to weed them out.
Lucky for you, though, I still got some of these-"

(Five raises a cigarette.)

5: "-so I can try to fix whatever gray is left inside all that black. "

(Sugar seems to think about this.)

Sugar: "But dis nigga perfect."

5: "And yet, you are here. That's quite the detail."

(Sugar rests a shoe over his ankle.)

>"How did you end up here?"
>"Why do you dress up like that?"
>"What do you do besides selling guns?"

>>3077544
>"How did you end up here?"

>>3077544
>"How did you end up here?"
It's interesting to note how Five's failures are taking their toll on her. It seems she isn't as sociopathic as she believes herself to be. Or perhaps wishes herself to be?

>>3077553
>>3077561

5: "Quite the party man, so how did you end up here? We don't have those disco balls at
the Trashcan."

Sugar: "Gramma said you lame ass broke nigga should gets a job or the streets. An that
it."

5: "That's it?"

Sugar: "Dat it."

5: "That can't be it."

(Sugar goes very still, his voice going completely normal for this one line.)

Sugar: "But it be."

(Five stares straight at his soul, but the sunglasses are in the way.)

5: "How old are you, Sugar?"

Sugar: "De soul is young."

(Five sighs.)

5: "I'm twenty-two years old."

Sugar: "Aye."

(Sugar nods. Five doesn't.)

>"Why do you dress up like that?"
>"What do you do besides selling guns?"
>"Friends? Family? Lovers?"

>>3077565
>"What do you do besides selling guns?"

>>3077565
>"Friends? Family? Lovers?"

>>3077567

5: "So, what's there besides your job? What do you do besides selling guns?"

Sugar: "You BLIND, gurl? Nigga be stylin."

5: "This is hard."

(Five lets her elbows rest over the desk, her eyes unfocused.)

Sugar: "Bitches be scary."

5: "Do you play sports? Video-games? Rap? Spy on ants? Spy on people? What do you
do on your free time?"

Sugar: "I chill."

5: "What do you do when you are not chilling?"

Sugar: "Take the ferret from mah hair or give guns niggas."

5: "What did you want to be when you were a kid? Do you remember?"

Sugar: "Happy like John Lennon."

(Five closes her eyes.)

>>3077572

5: "Tell me about your family. Or friends. Or lovers. Who's close to you?"

Sugar: "Gramma. Da stupid ass ferret. Sugar ain't got no friends."

(Slowly, 5 rises just one of her brows.)

5: "Huh."

>"What about the other members of the organization?"
>"What happened to your friends?"
>"Do you like being alone?"

>>3077590
>"What happened to your friends?"
>"How long have you had your pet...?

>>3077590
>"What about the other members of the organization?"

>>3077595

5: "No friends. Interesting."

Sugar: "Mah balls ar intresting."

5: "What happened to them? How long have you been alone?"

(Sugar doesn't answer.)

5: "Sugar, I can help you get all back. All you need, and I really mean it, is some balls
right now."

Sugar: "Biiiiiitch? Ain't even know ME."

(5 grins.)

5: "Do you think you are that special?"

Sugar: "Girl, fuck yo ass."

(Yet he's scratching his chin. Just now you notice the rows of piercings around his ears, all wide
silver rings.)

Sugar: "Dem Sugar-Sugar be livin the life, y'know? Sum years ago. Like twenty. Been
learning good shit at school like Queen and dancin like Jackson. Shiny nigga here used do it
all de time."

5: "So you had plenty of friends in highschool."

Sugar: "I dunnoo????? Dem friends like the wind, like, one day mah nigga den de other
no, like, no... y'know?"

5: "I see. Was there any depth to any of your relationships?"

Sugar: "Depth she sayin?"

5: "If any of your 'friends' lasted more than a week."

(Sugar shakes his head. Then, he lightens up.)

Sugar: "Dere be one."

5: "Is it your ferret?"

Sugar: "You magic nigga!?!?"

(He screams so hard that Five covers her ears, grinding her teeth.)

>>3077618

5: "What about the other members of the organization, then? Don't you get along with
them?"

Sugar: "I dunno? Dem whity man weird. Dey silence fucks but I don't. Damn, but the
green. Dat boy gives me dares like sittin on Jimmy an shit. Titsman be nice, but he on
vacation. Dey told me I could have one too."

(Staring at her reflection on the sunglasses, Five wipes out another cigarette.)

5: "No wonder you ended up here. Seems lacking actual friends is a trend in here."

(Sugar takes the cigarette from your mouth, just like that. Under your very scornful stare, he
lightens it up with his own "Abba" lighter.)

Sugar: "Then dem all niggas grow and go away. Dats what happens, dey chase degrees
an shit. Ain't no lockin dis Sugar-Sugar so I kept the party up, I bring it with me. Sumtimes feels
party is over though, y'know?"

5: "Let me get this straight. You ended up alone after highschool because all your friends
went elsewhere."

(Sugar takes a wild, long sip, and you let him. Then he nods.)

>"Couldn't you make new ones?"
>"What did you do instead of studying?"
>"Have you ever had an actual friendship? Real deep talks about life?"

>>3077645
What did you do instead of studying?

>>3077669

5: "I take you never got into college, then. What did you do instead of studying?"

Sugar: "Maaaaaaaaan, I dunno? Like? Dis nigga bling bling, so, y'know?"

5: "No, I don't know."

Sugar: "Dad left all de green behind to meet dem Lord in Heaven clean. Left them party
here on Earth. So dis nigga here took care of de job."

(He scratches his head.)

Sugar: "But ain't no one else think dat a job. And de green was runnin out."

5: "So you inhereted a fortune. How long did it last?"

Sugar: "Like a year ago? Yeah?"

(Five shakes her head.)

5: "Do you have a skill of any sort? Do you know how to cook?"

Sugar: "I know how do taste."

5: "So all this time you spent the money on, what? Party?"

(Sugar nods. Five shakes her head again, very intently.)

5: "So no skills whatsoever. At all."

Sugar: "DAMN BITCH, you rude. Just lookie-lookie dem nigga here."

(He points at himself with all ten fingers.)

Sugar: "-and tell me stylin is easy."

>"Couldn't you make new friends? What about all those parties?"
>"Have you ever had an actual friendship? Real deep talks about life? A girlfriend?"
>"Have you ever done anything remotely useful, ever, in your life?"

>>3077693
Couldn't you make new friends what about all those parties?

>>3077732

5: "Sugar. Your age. Please."

Sugar: "Fuck noooooooooo?? Dem twenty and two year old cute little ass can't ask that."

(Five claws her head for a split second.)

5: "Come on, I'm not even asking your name. Just-just round it up, for fucks sake."

Sugar: "Fiiiiiine. Thirty."

5: "Rounded up or down?"

Sugar: "Bitch, don't test your luck."

5: "So all of this time and parties and you couldn't make new friends. How did you even
these persons? Who did you even invite if they weren't your friends?"

Sugar: "I dunno? Just went to dance and then took the party home with me. So de party
no be over."

5: "Why not pay for your own place, then? Where did all that money go? What were you
thinking?"

(Sugar stays a bit too still.)

Sugar: "I don't like thinking about the future. It's very scary. Always was."

(This time it's Five that's out of words for a while.)

5: "I see. So that's why you were left behind. Why are you so afraid of the future?"

Sugar: "Cuz it's never better than now, y'know? Don't wanna think about it. Ain't here.
I'm here."

5: "Why are you so afraid of it? There's good stuff in the future, too. There was before;
there were parties you didn't even know about."

(Sugar isn't moving as much anymore.)

Sugar: "I'm not very smart, y'know."

5: "I see."

Sugar: "All I see is what I see. Y'know? Dat all there is. Dunno why it had to end. Man,
like... why's everyone going when we could party?"

>Because a party is a celebration, and it doesn't make sense if there's nothing to celebrate.
>Because there's good stuff in the future too.
>Because they saw no future with you.

>>3077769
Because there's good stuff in the future too.

>>3077769
>Because there's good stuff in the future too

>>3077889
>>3078183

5: "Are you afraid of death, Sugar?"

(His big lips grimace.)

Sugar: "Nigga who ain't?"

5: "It's the most common fear since nobody can help it. Nobody knows what happens
when you die. But-"

(Five opens a hand towards Sugar.)

5: "-that doesn't mean it's a painful experience."

Sugar: "How can yo kno? You die and zombie? Shieeeeeeer."

5: "I can't know. Nobody can. See? It's pitch dark there. And even though there's no way
to say anything about it whatsoever, people are still afraid of it."

Sugar: "Bitch, get real. You go all white and shit."

5: "Same goes for the future. There can be all sorts of things in the dark. And always, no
matter what it holds, there's good stuff in there too."

Sugar: "What if some nigga chopper drops some sarcophagus on your ass?"

5: "You would see it coming."

Sugar: "I can't see shit comin."

5: "Thinking about the future is always a chore. It limits what you can do now. You'd like
to have one more drink, but you'd end up wasted. You want to buy that game, but then
you'd be short for rent."

(Five smokes from her cigar, then blows out of the window.)

5: "There's a little trick to it. That drink was spoiled the moment you realized it was going to
mess you up. You can't enjoy the moment if your head is worried about the future."

(Sugar furrows his brows.)

Sugar: "So where's da trick?"

5: "It's simple. Take care of the future. Then you'll be free to enjoy the present at your
leisure."

Sugar: "Nigga no farseer. Even when I smoke."

5: "I'm no oracle either, yet people manage. You can, too. You just never tried."

(Under that massive black sun, Sugar seems to consider this. Yet he sighs, and goes back to
talk like a normal human being.)

Sugar: "It's too late for me, though."

5: "Do you miss being happy?"

(Sugar nods, the whole afro bobbing up and down. Five closes her eyes.)

>>D-Time:

>"Pick up the clues. Try to see where the train is going. Force yourself to think about it. Turn it into
a discipline. That way, you'll see it coming."
>"It's not like you can't see the future. You don't want to. Think about where you'd like to go, tell me any dream of yours. Motivation is fuel; without it, you won't go anywhere.

>>3078436
>a discipline. That way, you'll see it coming."
ffffffuck it

>>3078436
Number 2.

>>3078485

5: "Attitude breeds aptitude. You won't get good at something if you don't do it enough, and
you won't ever do it if you don't want to. Your first step will be finding enough motivation to
make your first sights ahead worth the shot. Like filling the car with gas."

5: "So, tell me any dream of yours. Talk to me about something you'd like to be."

Sugar: "Sugar-Sugar here would wanna be smarts. Dem white-ass ass-face niggas be callin
me Jar Jar Blacks. And he ain't smarts-"

5: "What would you if you were smart? An astronaut? A writer? An engineer?"

Sugar: "Dis nigga here? He be makin bills grow like weed. Real green friends for real
niggas. Fo real."

5: "You really like that word. 'Niggas'."

Sugar: "Da fuck bitch, u can't say that!"

5: "Quit fucking around, Sugar. Tell me what you want; I'll help you get it. It has to be
possible."

(Sugar seems to really ponder about this.)

Sugar: "I wanna stop being a stupid-shit-ass nigga."

(He nods, firmly, frowning with all his face.)

Sugar: "Doing mah shit all day be good enough without da future an shit."

5: "Aren't you bored of doing always the same? What's so fun about it?"

Sugar: "People. People be fun."

5: "Huh. I agree."

5: "Then how about opening a bar? I'm sure even you can manage making a few
cocktails."

Sugar: "Damn rude wet-ass bitch. Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Yeah, that sounds like
dat Sugar boy."

5: "You'll be free to mess around the bar as much as you like, getting money for making
people drunk. They'll pay you to party."

Sugar: "Yeah. Yeah."

5: "And nobody would be bossing you around. Sounds good,right?"

Sugar: "I wanna have friends."

5: "Friends always come on their own when you have your shit together. Like moths to
the flame."

(Sugar nods sagely as he scratches his chin.)

5: "Of course, it will take a while. And that's the whole point of this. If you can relate
looking forward to being happy, then most of your problems should fix themselves on their
own. Having the bar simply handed over to you wouldn't help at all."

Sugar: "Maaaan? I dunno? A whole free business is like, y know, good shit right?"

5: "It wouldn't make you any smarter."

(Sugar rises a finger; then puts it down. It's Five that stands first, pressing the cigarette against a
napkin on the desk.)

Sugar: "But how do I get it?"

5: "I want you to think that on your own, first; then come to me. Plan it up. Don't worry if
nothing comes out or if the plan sucks; that's the point of this."

(Sugar lowers his sunglasses, winks, and leaves the room.)

(cont!)

"Five," Daddy asks, "have you had anything to do with that new soft-drinks bar? The one being
run by Alfred?"

Three days; that's all you had to wait. The time it took Marcus to dive into a coma. Five sighs at
the darkness.

"Alfred told me the future scared him," Five says, "so I had him learn to plan in order to learn
how to deal with it."

She shrugs.

"After hosting parties daily for ten years straight, I did not expect him to /still/ have savings," Five
states, her face somber. "I figured that was why he's working here."

"Well, well, this is most fortunate," Daddy says. "I can keep our boy's alcohol in check thanks to
him, now. Dear Alfred is a lot more useful now than as a courier. Now our boys have a
gathering place thanks to you."

"That wasn't the plan," Five replies, too calmly, "but employees, stocks, and laws will be good
teachers to him anyway. I can't take credit for this."

One of the two statues behind Five yawns.

"Oh, but don't you worry about credit," Daddy says. "No matter what we do, it's always thanks
to someone else. And even when we do all well failure is still at hand. Take this chance to relax,
Five. You can't ever own the whole victory."

Five nods at the burning dot in the dark and is taken away by the two bodyguards. She heads
straight for the bar; it's right across the street, where a haunted house used to be.

First thing Five sees as she enters is that big, black sun. However, Sugar doesn't notice her;
he's more than busy shouting at another big, fat man, as a customer in suit yells his drink is on
fire.

------------------------

AIGHT thats enough for now

boys, i wanted to try a new format, but wanna see what you think about it first

it kinda goes like this; for every guy with a problem theres a limit of questions to be asked, but you guys can make the questions up to figure out whats wrong with the fuck

i dunno, it felt more dynamic so what about it?

Some questions are better than others right? How easy is it to figure out the problem?

>>3078689

some questions lead nowhere. the point of the questions is to figure out what pieces you are missing and then plan on how to get them. only then you can tell whats really goin on

gaining clarity can either be easy or hard at times. the point is that some data is irrelevant and pursuing it is a waste of time to the actual problem

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>>3078705
Why did you pick my vote over the other? You felt bad for us right?

>>3078749
cuz its the only one? l0l

its so quiet here

>>3078757
I thought that was a vote. Will you continue? Those deaths, the boss didn't take them too hard?

>>3078757
you might even say that it's peaceful

>>3078643
Having an arbitrary limit on the number of questions being asked seems weird, though I suppose perhaps you could justify it as being the amount of time the appointment is scheduled for, after which prior obligations force the client to leave. I feel like our conversations don't go on for quite that long, but it might be good to have an upper bound?

In general, I'd expect our questions to be more limited by how willing the client is to continue staying and answering them. No one likes being needled about their life, and the more they're interrogated or the deeper they're probed without a lead-in to soften things, the more likely it is that they'll just go "alright doc, I think this has gone on quite long enough, what's the prognosis?"

I suppose it just feels weird to think that we'd be penalized for doing things like attempting to make small talk to make the client feel comfortable.

>>3078783
apparently, daddy guy is a very patient guy.
apparently.

>>3078808
>you might even say that it's peaceful
lol

>Having an arbitrary limit on the number of questions being asked seems weird, though I suppose perhaps you could justify it as being the amount of time the appointment is scheduled for, after which prior obligations force the client to leave. I feel like our conversations don't go on for quite that long, but it might be good to have an upper bound?

the thing is time. people are so complex that a single personality could take a whole quest if you think it out. as for the in-game time that would force the upper limit, you could always just make another appointment. i thought maybe having you guys pick your questions carefully could be fun, and that the excuse for that would be the trust your client has in you

>In general, I'd expect our questions to be more limited by how willing the client is to continue staying and answering them. No one likes being needled about their life, and the more they're interrogated or the deeper they're probed without a lead-in to soften things, the more likely it is that they'll just go "alright doc, I think this has gone on quite long enough, what's the prognosis?"

great shit, i was going to do that. it's just that this is kinda easy-mode for now, straight guys willing to talk their shit out instead of walking riddles. truth is, most people isn't even aware of what the fuck is wrong with them- and that can get hard quick.

>I suppose it just feels weird to think that we'd be penalized for doing things like attempting to make small talk to make the client feel comfortable.

if our coin is credibility, then that time won't be an issue. you can talk shit all you like as long as it's not dumb shit that makes people want to leave

so how about it? give it a shot?

It's a whole day after the summon. Sugar's bar, "The Other Sun", is yet to be on fire. You'd
hit it, but there's a problem: people. Sure, you study people, you read about people, you have
relationships so you can carry out your experiments on people. But crowds? Oh, no.
That's a different story.

The lower grunts are still terrified of you. Wolf was their sturdiest guy, all mind and no heart. If
only they know that's why he went down. Your newly appointed "spy" even told you some want
to send you overseas in a cargo ship, with the drugs.

So here you are, the chimney of your room. You think Marcus may have fucked you up for good
with the cigarettes, but its only because they've given you peace for the first time in ages. The
door opens, the maid walks in, and the first thing she says

Maid: "You know, smoking is very bad for you."

is this- in a scolding tone. It's a short girl with short hair, glasses, in a small labcoat with black
stockings all over her legs. The labcoat barely covers her thigs.

You blow black smoke all up the ceiling, as if calling rain down her; a new day has begun.

(cont!)

Yet her scolding stare vanishes as she laughs loud enough for you to flinch. Your answer to this
threat is taking another cigarette from the box.

5: "Come back later. I'm busy."

Maid: "Doing what?"

5: "Saving the world, one idiot at a time. Now go."

Maid: "Oh."

(She strikes a silly pose.)

Maid: "But I'm that idiot today."

(She laughs, again, loudly like a jackhammer. You grind your teeth at her whole existence, as
she takes a seat and you realize what's going on.)

5: "Huh. So the maid, then. Daddy must be worried about the dust."

Maid: "That's not all I do, though! I'm the one that cooks, cleans, sewers your clothes,
stock the headquarters, and makes everyone happy."

5: "No wonder I get so much work, then."

(She gasps, loudly.)

Maid: "That's so mean of you! How can you be so mean?"

5: "Blame my parents. They all do. Now..."

Maid: "Two! That's me."

(Your eyebrows perk softly.)

5: "Two, then. I see."

(Two nods and nods and nods, as if broken.)

5: "So, Two; could you turn it down a notch? And why are you here?"

2: "The Daddy said I had to come."

5: "Did he gave any reason whatsoever?"

(2 shakes her head with the same emphasis, maintaining eye contact all the way through. Not
even staring, you lighten the tip of a cigarette.)

5: "Damn."

>???

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>>3079285
>sewers your clothes,
How much do you know about this company?

>>3079288

5: "How much do you know about this company?"

(Two rolls her eyes to the side, then goes 'oh' and lifts a finger.)

2: "We give loans to people who wouldn't get them otherwise and then bring them here
when they are mean and don't pay back."

5: "I see. What else?"

2: "We give people stuff that makes them happy."

5: "...Yes. What else?"

(Two blinks frantically.)

2: "We also make sure nobody smells funny on the streets."

5: "Well, yes. And why would that be?"

2: "People that smell funny do funny things. Oh. Is this a test?"

5: "Not exactly..."

>???

>>3079306
Are you happy with this job. Any aspirations?

>>3079319

5: "Are you happy with this job? Any-"

2: "Perfectly."

(Two says so with such a big smile that Five gets stucks looking at it. Then Two tilts her
head.)

2: "Five??? Is something wrong???"

(She seems worried.)

5: "Don't mind me, I get stuck in my thoughts sometimes. So, you are 'perfectly' fine
with this job. In this place. Under these people."

2: "Yup!"

5: "Sometimes we kill innocent people."

2: "Um, yes, that happens. So?"

5: "We make people addicts to our drugs by ruining their brains so they can't be happy on
their own anymore. They end up robbing people so they can pay us."

(Two blinks twice and fast.)

2: "I know. Is this a test?"

5: "You already asked tha-"

2: "I'm not good at tests, haha."

(Two strikes a silly pose again as she laughs.)

5: "It's just... interesting. So- any aspirations? A dream of sorts?"

(Two hugs herself and tilts sideways.)

2: "I want a big happy family that loves me, and to have dinner!"

5: "To have dinner with your family?"

2: "No, right now."

5: "Don't you have a family of your own already?"

2: "Yes. You."

(Two says so with a straight face, not even grinning.)

5: "...uh. Are we that big, happy family?"

2: "Haha! Yes!"

(Two tilts her head to the other side.)

2: "That's all I could ever ask for!"

>???

>>3079352
>try an old therapist technique.
And.
You seem content, yet you were brought here. Any idea why you were sent to me?

>>3079359

5: "Huh."

2: "Huh."

(She said so in the same tone and adopting the same stance as Five. Only louder. As Fives
stares at her with little amusement, Two laughs away.)

5: "You seem content-"

2: "I am!"

5: "-yet you were brought here. So; any idea why that could be?"

2: "At first I thought I had to clean because of the smell, but then Daddy said I didn't have
to- so I don't know."

5: "This is a therapy office. I'm a therapist. I fix patients with mental issues."

2: "But I'm not patient. Sorry! Bad joke! Haha!"

5: "Do you have a mental issue of sorts? Do you feel off at times?"

2: "I'm really bad at math. Awful!"

5: "Any traumas that you can recall? Were you wounded, raped, abused, anything?"

(Two gasps as she covers her mouth with her slender fingers.)

2: "Noooooo, nothing like that! That's so awful!"

5: "Then why do you think of a bunch of murderers as family?"

2: "Because I love you all."

(Five stays very still.)

>???

>>3079372
What if they turn? You have a time machine, what time or event do you go to?

>>3079401

5: "What if they turn, then? What if we betray you?"

2: "Ha, hahaha... you wouldn't do that."

5: "Well what if we did?"

2: "You wouldn't do that, haha! Don't be mean."

5: "Two, are you familiar with the term 'hypothesis'?"

2: "I'm familiar with you."

5: "That- that wasn't the question."

2: "Of course I know, I'm not dumb. It's a fancy way of saying 'what if', right?"

5: "I guess. Anyway, this is an hypothesis. In this hypothesis, we betray you. What do you
do?"

2: "I'd let you do whatever you want with me."

(Her smile is faint, but her stare is straight. Five looks away and pretends she's getting her
glasses in place.)

5: "Ok. You have a time machine. What time or event do you want to go?"

(Two's eyes lighten up.)

Two: "I want to see dinousaurs!"

5: "Did anything ever happen in your life that you wish hadn't happened?"

(Two looks to the side for a bit- then laughs it off.)

2: "Of course, Five. We all have problems of our own. For example, you eat too little. Just
look at your body; I could pick my teeth with it!"

5: "Two, this conversation could be all that stands between you and insanity. And you don't
fuck with insanity. Please take this seriously."

2: "Fine, fine."

(Yet she says so dismissively and waving a hand away.)

>???

>>3079432
>"Why this set of murderers over any other? What makes us different?"
>"How'd you end up with us?"
Can't post for a while, but have some possible direction.

>>3079435

5: "So what makes us different? Why us instead of any other set of murderers?"

2: "You are the only murderers that took me in. You are /my/ murderers."

5: "Huh. So Daddy took you in. How did you end up with us?"

2: "I was asked to come."

5: "By who? And why did you?"

2: "Because I was needed."

(Two is grinning. Five blows smoke up the ceiling.)

5: "Tell me exactly how it went, how was it that you ended up in the Trashcan."

2: "Oh, I was walking back home. Then someone told me he'd give me money if I helped
him drag a big black bag from the alleyway into the car. Then he told me I'd only get my reward
if I went with him; so I did. Eventually, he told me to undress."

(Two shrugs.)

2: "I lived in this man's house for awhile until McFox and Jimmy came for him. It seems
he had debts of sorts??? I don't remember. Anyway, McFox told me to come, then Wolf took
me to Daddy, and Daddy told me I had a big family here if I wanted."

(It takes a while, but Five finally squints her eyes.)

5: "...Why?"

2: "Oh, didn't you know?"

(Two winks at Five.)

2: "I do anything I'm asked to."

(Five's cigarette barely hangs from her lips.)

5: "Anything?"

2: "Anything."

>???

>>3079480
You really do give your all for them, huh? Would they return the favour?
Ask about her plans for the nearest holiday. Tell her yours or bullshit it.

>>3079490

5: "Huh. You really do give your all alright."

(Two giggles hard.)

5: "Would they return the favour?"

2: "They do. They love me too."

(Then, Two puffs a cheek.)

2: "You'll learn to love me, too!!"

(And then she winks and laughs.)

5: "What are your plans for Easter?"

2: "Hmp! So cold. Wait... Easter???"

(Two stares at you, eagerly waiting for you to repeat.)

5: "Easter."

2: "Eggs! Eggs everywhere! I'll ask everyone what they like and then hide eggs
everywhere with their names marked! Eggs with all the tasty stuff they like!"

5: "What If I find an egg that doesn't have my name and eat it?"

(Two gasps.)

2: "But it's not what you like! The whole point is that you can give it to the one with the
name on it!"

5: "What if I'm just hungry?"

2: "Mean Five, that's not how it works.)

(Two chides you, crossing her arms over her very humble chest.)

2: "You should always take the needs of others into account! Being selfish won't get you
even a speck of love."

5: "I don't want to be loved, though."

2: "Bad Five, bad Five. We all want to be loved. We need it, maybe even more than we
need air."

5: "How about we find out how long you'd live only out of love, then?"

(Two pouts and looks away, offended. After a bit, she stares at Five from the side.)

2: "If I find your egg, I'll just leave it there."

5: "How could you not find it, you'll be the one hiding it in the first place."

(Two 'hmps!' and says nothing further.)

5: "And I won't even look for it. I plan to stay here, reading some of those books in case
anyone ever asks me about them."

(Five points over her head, not even looking. Two's eyes widen a bit under her own glasses.)

2: "So many books...! But, you'd be all alone all the time."

5: "Hell yeah."

(Two pouts.)

>???

>>3079525
Ask what she does outside of work.

>>3079539

5: "So, what do you do besides everything anyone tells you to do?"

2: "Look for anyone who could need me."

5: "Huh. Do you really do anything anyone asks you? To that extent? I'm still not-"

2: "Then why don't you try asking me something?"

>???

>>3079554
You just do what anyone wants? Has this ever bite you on the behind? Ever do something you really didn't want too?

>>3079563

5: "You must have done something you really didn't want to, then."

(Two nods. Sagely.)

2: "But I did. And if they asked, it's only because they needed it."

5: "What did you do, for example?"

2: "That I really didn't like? I had to chop down a corpse so the pieces would fit inside the
incinerator. I never want to that again. That wasa person. And bones are very, very hard."

5: "And yet you would if someone asked you to."

(Two nods.)

>???

>>3079579
It's bound to happen again? If you refused what would happen?

>>3079588

5: "It's bound to happen again, though. Now that they know you'll do it all the work will
fall on your shoulders."

2: "That's ok."

5: "What would happen if you refuse?"

(Two gives you a motherly smile.)

2: "Why would I refuse?"

(Five is starting her third cigarette.)

>???

>>3079593
Many reasons. Why didn't you like cutting up the body?

>>3079627

5: "Plenty of simple, logical reasons. For example: why didn't you like cutting up that
body?"

(Two frowns her whole face.)

2: "It was rough. It smelled bad. There was a lot of blood. Blood scares me. And I had
to close my eyes whenever I had to cut because It felt as if I was cutting me too when I saw it. I
had to puke. I still feel so weak because that's what I'm made of, too, and now I know, I know
how easy it is to die."

5: "Yet, you did. Interesting."

(Five looks at the maid as she stands.)

2: "Alright, I'll be right back! Don't you run away or I'll be mad."

5: "Taking a break already?"

2: "I'm cooking us dinner."

(Two turns around as if she was dancing.)

5: "Huh. Dinner. I'm not really that hungry."

2: "Yet you still have to eat!"

5: "In the middle of an appointment."

(Five jumps like a cat as Two slams the door behind her. She grumbles, softly but constantly.)

aight anon, this is where we leave it today
was fun as fuck

>>3079648
Are we talking to Komine Sacchi?

>>3079675
>Sachi never fails to accomplish any request from others. In her action dictionary, there are only 3 words “receive” – “confirm” – “execute”

holy fuck

(The door is pushed open by a massive silver tray- you only get to see Two's face once it
lands on your desk. Wide-eyed, you study it's contents intently; there's enough for nine
persons.)

2: "Pick anything you want! It's there to eat, so come, come!"

(You laugh dryly at the situation.)

5: "Funny. 'Come' is the spanish word for 'eat'."

2: "Really??? I didn't know. Hahahaha."

(The tray is so wide it stays as a table. Amidst all the various dishes, so many that you wonder
how she got them here at once, you take a slice of chocolate souffle.)

2: "But that's for desert!"

5: "I told you, I'm not hungry."

(You fill a spoon with your meal. It's so good you nod to yourself.)

2: "Is it tasty? Is it?"

5: "Yup."

2: "Hahaha, I'm so glad!"

5: "What are you going to do with the left-overs?"

2: "Oh, there's always someone hungry. Don't worry about it."

5: "I wasn't."

(You give yourself time to enjoy your dinner-dessert as much as possible. Food, to you, is
just another form of communication- but whatever this message is, you are glad to
agree.)

2: "Wow. This is just like a date, don't you think?"

(You glance at Two's dreamy eyes and ignore her. It's only after swallowing that you look at
her eyes.)

5: "Seems you care about what others think of you."

2: "Of course I do. Everyone does. I care a lot about what you think of me."

5: "I don't, to be honest."

2: "You don't care about what you think of me?"

5: "I don't care that you care about what I think I care about you."

(Two lifts a finger, looks at it, and then her brows twist. Meanwhile, Five smiles like a
shark.)

2: "I don't get it."

5: "It doesn't make any sense. Don't worry."

2: "Anyway, I've talked a lot about me. Now it's your turn."

5: "My turn?"

2: "Your turn."

(Staring straight at her, smoke comes out of your nostrils.)

5: "I don't think you get what's going on here. I'm only talking to you so you don't go
batshit crazy and spoon our eyes out. And trust me Two; you aren't that far out."

(Across the tray-table, Two and Five stare at each other in perfect silence. It takes a while; but Two puffs a cheek.)

2: "I did all this for you and you won't even tell me the kinds of icecream you like? Mean."

(Two crosses her arms over her chest as she says that one last word. You sigh; wildly.)

>Indulge her.
>Don't.

>>3080642
Don't.

>>3080642
>Don't.
"Yes, I'm mean. I'm not paid to be nice, and that means I can be as mean as I want, even to family. What do you think about that?"

>>3080779
>>3080872

5: "I'm not paid to be nice, Two. And I asked for none of this. You don't get to ask
anything in return."

2: "But love only grows when you spread it! Spread some love, Five. Put a little love
away."

(Five smirks.)

5: "Where do you get your catch-phrases? The internet?"

2: "Yes??? It's a song, though. Wanna hear it with me?"

5: "I see. So, you think love is free, then."

2: "And it doesn't even weight at all! So why be mean???"

5: "I told you, I'm not paid to be nice. That means I can be as mean as I want. What do you
think about that?"

(By the look on her face, you can't tell if Two is more focused or offended.)

2: "I think that you are scared of love!"

(The cigarette barely hangs from Five's teeth as she stares at Two's general direction. When Two
moves sideways, Five's eyes don't follow her.)

2: "Five?"

5: "Just figuring out how to tell you love doesn't exist without being stabbed with a fork."

(And now it's Two that stands still; she's quicker to look down, though.)

2: "Why are you so mean?"

5: "I'm not mean, Two. I just think fixing the problem is more important than giving hugs for
free."

2: "But... what if all I need is a hug?"

>???

>>3081086
>"Then I'll give you a hug. But what people need and what they think they need are often two different things."
>"Is that what you want? To be accepted? To be loved by everyone? Because you're probably in the wrong business for that. And yet here you are. What happened to your old life? Who were you before you fell into all of this? Why'd you leave it all behind?"

>>3081118

(Five spreads a hand towards Two.)

5: "Then I'll give you a hug. That is part of my job. But what people need and what they
think they need are more than often two entirely different things."

(Two lightens up; then frowns.)

2: "As if you knew what I need better than me."

5: "Yes."

(Two blinks twice at you.)

5: "I told you, that's my job. A mechanic fixes cars, a therapist fixes heads. At least the
few ones that aren't giving the job a bad name."

(Two simply tilts her head to the side.)

5: "Two, you have a microwave, I take? A car? A fridge. You definitively use the fridge
here."

2: "What do you want to eat? Do you want more cake?"

(Five barely glances at all the food spreaded right in front of her.)

5: "Fine. Look. You don't know how your fridge works, for example. To you, if the cold
was a magic spell it wouldn't make any difference. Same goes for the mind. It's simple."

2: "But I already knew that."

5: "You seemed not to."

2: "But I did."

(Five looks away and fills her lungs with clouds.)

5: "Is that what you want? To be accepted? Loved by everyone around you?"

2: "We all want to be loved, Five. Even you. /Especially/ you."

(Two is literally pointing at you.)

5: "By everyone, Two?"

2: "By everyone, Five."

5: "Huh. Even if that was the case, you are probably in the wrong business for that. There's
not much love for those who fail to meet deadlines."

2: "Not paying what you owe is mean. For example, you owe me a hug."

5: "What happened to your old life, Two? Who were you before you fell into all of this?
Why did you leave it all behind?"

(Two opens her mouth widely, but then looks away and closes it. It ends with a stern stare on
her face.)

2: "You tell me, I tell you. I spoke too much already!"

5: "That's not how this works. This isn't about me."

2: "It's only polite to share."

5: "Not into giving my adress to psychopaths yet. I'll let you know if I ever need
as much 'love' as you do."

2: "Wouldn't that make you a psychopath too?"

5: "You can't be a psychopath if you are aware of reality."

(She seems to think about this.)

2: "Psychopath or not: NO."

(Two spins her chair around. You get to see the back of her seriously long golden hair. It's
actually a genuinely alluring sight.)

>Oblige.
>Denied again.

>>3081180
>Oblige.
"Fine. I'd be a disgrace if I let something like this get in the way of my job."

>>3081208

(When Two glances back, she notices your eyes fixed on her before you manage to look away.)

5: "I'm not a very interesting person."

(She still doesn't answer. Five shakes her head.)

5: "Fine. I'd be a disgrace if I let something like this get in the way."

(Two reels back, then spins back into position at once. She's smiling like a little bully.)

5: "Well? Ask away."

(Two giggles mischievously.)

2: "Are you... married, Five?"

5: "No personal information."

2: "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

5: "Yes. What else?"

2: "Muhuhuu, how was it??? How long did it last???"

5: "No personal-"

2: "You don't have to give me details, Five. I just want to get to know you so we can be
friends."

5: "...Fair enough, I guess. Two months."

2: "Why did it end?"

5: "Said he was tired of being my guinea pig. Seems having sex isn't enough for some
men."

(Two covers her muffles her thunderous laughter with both hands.)

2: "But that's so personal!!"

5: "Anything else? Can we go on?"

2: "Wait! Wait! So, when was it? That you fell in love?"

5: "I never did. Five years ago, give or take. I was very interested in the mechanics of
couples. It got boring quickly, though, once I figured out how this whole 'love' thing works."

2: "Really??? How does it work?"

5: "It doesn't."

2: "What?"

(Cont!)

>>3081289

5: "This boy was barely over my age, but was very different from me. Kinda like you, now
that I think about it."

2: "Mu, huhu- Does that mean I could be your girlfriend, Five?"

5: "For the better of two months? I don't think you could take the heartbreak."

5: "At any rate, the first month was all rays and sunlight. As expected. I was polite to him,
yet kept on being myself. And that means plenty of free time alone in peace and quiet-"

2: "Would you like some tea? Something to drink?"

5: "I'll get it myself if I feel like it. Don't interrupt me, it's very annoying and-"

2: "Sorry!"

5: "Two- whatever. Back on track, I found out that I couldn't keep on being myself. My
boyfriend thought he was being subtle about it when he implied we should go out more and that
I should meet his family and friends. I did, at first. I even went to a few parties. But there was
so many people, and they spilled so much crap from their mouths, that I would end up drained
and stay only because he wanted me to. Even when I didn't enjoy it at all."

2: "Well... Love is about sacrifice, sometimes. We all do thing we don't want for the
others, and they do things too in return."

5: "Yet you don't expect them to like it. I don't think mowing down dead bodies is that
much fun."

2: "No, not at all!"

5: "The core issue here was that my boyfriend was trying to change me. He thought
that the only reason I didn't get along with his circle was because I was a poor, isolated soul
he had to save. It took him a while to realize I was perfectly happy to be alone. That's
when we broke up."

2: "Oh. I'm sorry..."

5: "My ex often told me he didn't felt I loved him. Very often, actually; he'd get clingy.
And no matter what I did, unless I agreed to tag along with all his relatives, he'd feel the same
way. I got tired of keeping up."

2: "But... he was trying to get you into his world, to include you in his big family. Don't you
think that's nice, though?"

5: "Not me, Two. It wasn't me he wanted in the club."

(Two's mouth gapes a bit as she leans closer.)

5: "He though I was something I wasn't, so what he 'loved' was what he saw. Not me. It was
all over when he saw me."

2: "Maybe because you are so mean..."

5: "That 'love' of yours doesn't last long- only as much as you can delude yourself that the
other will give you what you want. Which is easier to do when you barely know each other.
In many ways, no- it is a job. It's exactly a job. You both agree to delude each other into thinking
that the other is the best there is and that no one else could take care of the job. That it's still
loved as much as the first day."

(Two flinches. Five smiles like a shark.)

5: "Wouldn't you agree that, when we look at it like that, a date is a job interview?"

(Two simply stares at Five, shaking her head.)

5: "Are you satisfied Two? Can I keep doing my job?"

2: "You need someone who loves you- as soon as possible."

5: "Is it more important to love or to be loved, Two?"

2: "You'll find that out soon on your own."

(Five's eyebrows shoot up high. She lightens another cigarette.)

>???

>>3081392
>"I answered your questions. Your turn."

>>3081402

5: "I answered your questions. Your turn."

(Two gives an exaggerated shrug. She's flared up.)

>???

>>3081412
>"Who you were before all this. You never answered."

>>3081412
Tell me about your love life?

>>3081412
Did you have any actual blood-related family of your own? Any friends in your childhood? If so, how did you feel about them?

>3081430
5: "Who you were before all this. You never answered."

2: "I was me. Who else could I be???"

5: "Don't pretend to be stupid with me. You are safe here."

2: "Eh??? I'm not pretending..."

(Five scoffs at her.)

5: "I'm asking about your past, Two. Where were you raised, who your friends were,
where did you live, what kind of pills your mom took when your dad was too loud."

2: "I'm from France. See??? Not even you could tell!"

5: "Tell what?"

(Two laughs.)

>3081454

5: "Did you have any actual blood-related family of your own? Childhood friends?"

2: "Of course I do. I didn't hatch from an egg, Five!"

5: "Tell me about your family, then. About your mother and father."

2: "There's not much to say. Really. What about yours, Five? Do you feel lonely?"

5: "I was adopted, but It was more like a siblings thing. See? I did answer."

(Two giggles in silence.)

2: "I can't run away like this."

5: "What little is to say, say it. I want to know."

(Two laughs, staring at you with worry.)

2: "Sorry, Five. But I don't want to talk about this."

(Five squints her eyes.)

5: "Why?"

2: "I have the right to remain silent."

5: "I'm not a cop."

2: "It really doesn't matter. I'm serious. Some things are just a bummer to talk about.
You can't do anything about them."

5: "Huh, is that so... You could have lied your way out, Two. That's how you keep people
from asking questions."

2: "I don't think I could lie to you."

5: "...Huh.

>3081433

5: "Tell me about your love life. I'm talking about the one where you lie to each other and
have sex."

2: "Muhuhu, merci! Are you interested???"

5: "From a strictly professional standpoint, yes, very. I assume you had a girlfriend at some
point.""

2: "My! How did you know???"

5: "You've been flirting with me ever since we started talking."

2: "Oooh, I see. Well, I had two boyfriends and three girlfriends, in that order. I only lasted
more than three months with Diana, we lasted like a year or so! I had a few flings going around
too, but nothing really important, haha! Most people have a hard time swallowing I'm
polygamous. It's not something I could just say on the streets!"

5: "Huh. So you've been with more than one person at once."

2: "I was with Arnold, who was from France too, and Gisella, both of them at the
same time. But, I got little jealous, haha... let's just say I always give more than I get."

5: "Why did that end?"

2: "Ummm, I didn't feel loved, I guess. And when they both spent time with each other on
their own I got mad. We ended up drifting away. Maybe I was too clingy."

5: "What about the other stories? What about that one that lasted two years?"

2: "Well, that was the longest, aaand... she left me for someone else, after all we went
through."

(c)

2: "She was the first girl I had sex with, she was like a whole new world to me. Diana.
That's her name. That girl was so smart...! But, she was a loner just like you, and bad with
people to booth."

(Two sighs. Hard.)

2: "I took Diana out of her shell, got her to meet new people, to have some fun at parties. I
was falling for her before even noticing, because she was always there, and she had this quirky,
mean humor that I liked. She had short black hair, big green eyes, she was so tall, too..."

(Two pauses. Just because.)

2: "I realized I had never fallen in love before when I met her. And since it was the first
time and it was all so new and so intense...I got scared. Scared that she'd leave me and go
away. You see, Five... I'm not that smart. She could find better. Smarter. But I didn't want that.
And when she told me not to worry about it, I couldn't not worry about it. So I tried to keep her
all to myself. I give her so much of me... I didn't want to end up empty-handed."

5: "So? What happened?"

2: "So cold... I... kinda did bad things, you know? Hahaha... I would talk bad about her
friends, spy on her cellphone, and I got so mad when she ignored me to talk with them. I never
took her out again. In the end, she wanted us to be friends again, just like we were at the start.
Dai missed the old me, she said. But she was with someone else and I couldn't stand it so I
told her mean things and she got away."

(Two face is dry, yet her breathing is faster than before. Five takes out another cigarette.)

5: "Ever smoked?"

2: "Hahaha, I did so many things...!"

(Five hands her over the cigarette over the table, and the lighter too. For a while, they just blow
smoke at the ceiling, in peaceful silence.)

>???

>>3081617
Where is she now?

>>3081633

5: "Where is this Diana now?"

2: "How should I know? She went away... overseas. I don't care. I don't ever want to see
her again."

5: "You did love her, though. That doesn't make much sense."

2: "It... it doesn't matter."

>???

>>3081776
No thoughts of tracking her down, chasing her down in Belgrade?

>>3081798

5: "No thoughts of tracking her down, chasing her down in Belgrade?"

2: "In Belgrade?"

(Five scratches her head.)

5: "It strikes me as odd. You seemed very invested in that relationship."

2: "Oh, I just realized I wasn't worthy of her, haha! That's growing up for you."

5: "I don't follow."

(Two smiles.)

2: "I'm trash, Five. Trash belongs in the Trashcan. That's why I'm here."

(Five just stares at her.)

2: "I'm just happy to be where I belong."

>???

>>3081832
You do seem to belong here. Never questioned the bloody bags. How did your meeting with the boss go?

Hm. This is an interesting situation.

It seems a fair assumption that a neglectful or abusive childhood led Two to seek out affection from others. And that, having fallen in love once and then lost it due to her own jealousy and overbearingness, she now fears being similarly rejected by those around her. Thus, she goes out of her way to disregard her own wants in order to please Daddy and the rest of her adopted family - to the point of trying to analyze and advise Five in turn.

However, despite some misgivings about things like cutting up bodies, she doesn't seem wholly dissatisfied with her current position, and attempting to talk her into being so seems disingenuous.

While such individuals that are overly willing to disregard their own wants and needs can easily be taken advantage of or fall into abusive relationships, this doesn't seem to be the case here; Daddy clearly takes care of his own.

Two herself doesn't seem to see anything that needs to be fixed in herself; and her behavior hasn't yet led her into any direct harm, largely due to the unique circumstances. This being the case, we can't really do much in a professional capacity, unless she has some niggling regrets about closure from her past life that-

>>3081776
Ah, there it is.

>>3081832
"And you say you've truly put all your feelings and memories of the time you spent together behind you? That falling in love with her, drawing her out of her shell, changing her as a person, and driving her away because of your jealousy - all of it means nothing to you now?"

"Alright. That's fine."

"..."

"How do you think /she/ feels about it, though?"

>>3081863
i baptize you
Deep Waters anon
lol

>>3081854

5: "You do seem to belong here. Never questioned the bloody bags- or the kind of sugar
we hand out for free."

2: "Don't you belong here too, Five?"

5: "I'm not crazy. This isn't a job you can do crazy."

2: "But you are here. With me. You could be cooking hotcakes for you foster parent, you
could be making friends in college and having all kinds of fun... but you are here."

5: "I'm a researcher. College is a waste of time when all they give is old Freud theories."

2: "Oh."

(Two stares at the floor, suddenly livid.)

2: "Are we just guinea pigs to you?"

5: "You get your brains stitched, I get my data. Everyone wins."

(Two starts giggling... slowly.)

2: "I think you are crazy too."

5: "How did your meeting with the boss go?"

2: "You must have more meetings with him than I do."

>>3081863

5: "Let me get this straight, then. You fell in love with this woman, took her out of her shell,
changed her as a person, then drove her away because of your jealously- and all of that means
nothing to you now?"

5: "Are you saying you've truly put all your feelings and memories of that timespent
together behind you?"

(Two looks away- but her eyes stay locked away as she talks.)

2: "I've got a big family to take care of now. A family that loves me."

5: "Wasn't Diana family?"

2: "But that was so long ago, hahaha! It feels like another life!"

5: "So you don't miss her at all."

2: "I do. I do miss her. But, it wouldn't be fair. Not for her. Not someone like me... what
kind of future could she have with someone as crazy as I am, hahaha? These are the sacrifices
you make for people you love, Five. Sometimes, you end up with nothing."

5: "What about changing instead of going away? The thought ever crossed your mind?"

(Two laughs as she shakes her head. All the food around you is cold by now.)

2: "That's... too risky for her. It's not that I was just clingy... Five, do you watch anime?"

5: "No. Anime's depiction of human behavior makes me want to puke."

2: "Oh. But, you do know what 'yandere' means, right?"

5: "Yes... I do."

(Both remain in silence. Silently, Five grabs another slice of chocolate souffle.)

5: "How do you think /she/ feels about it, though?"

2: "Diana tried so hard to make me feel loved, but she was so bad at it, hahaha, so
bad...! One time, she made me a bouquet of flowers, but every flower was made out of
Pokemon cards. She butchered even the ones that were expensive. I... got mad at her, told her
they weren't even real roses. It happened often."

2: "I could never tell how she felt about me."

>???

>>3081617
2, lets go back to an earlier question. What moment in your past would you change?

You mentioned you care a lot about what people thought about you. Did you care that your ex thought you were a jealous manic? Do you care that the organization thinks of you as a doormat?

>>3081981
Whoa, should have refreshed. Earlier it sounded like she was coming onto us, maybe ask her about that.

>>3081980
>"Did you ever ask? How she felt about you, I mean. Or tell her how not knowing how she felt worried you? Or tell her how you felt about her in general? For that matter, have you done that for anyone at all?"

>>3081980
She tried, she most likely thought those cards were as cheap as the cardboard they were printed on. It can be hard for others to express themselves.

>>3081988
Our personality probably reminds her of Diana (smart loner who's bad with people). Though, going by what we know of her appearance (tall, green eyes, short black hair), we look fairly different, apart from the hair.

Possibly, she's trying to project onto us the same change she brought in Diana with her trying to get us to open up about ourself and her 'you need someone who loves you'.

>>3081994

(You hit the cigarette to let Two catch her breath. At this phase, patients get so emotional
that it tires them as if they were doing squats. You blow another cloud into the ceiling.)

5: "Did you ever ask how she felt about you? Did you tell her how not knowing how she
felt worried you? Or how you feel about her, even?"

(Two gives you a significant glance.)

2: "Hahaha... you can't just ask that, Five. I didn't want her to think all I did for her was
because I wanted something in return. I should have been happy just taking care of her and
watching her grow. But I wasn't. I'm selfish."

5: "Huh. Interesting."

2: "Hope I'm a good guinea pig! Haha"

(She strikes a silly hamster pose, teeth included. Five simply stares her down until Two stops.)

5: "So you never tried to talk things out, because..."

(Five opens a palm towards Two.)

2: "...because I didn't want Diana to see how worthless I really am. She loved the
character of the bubbly, cute lesbian that washed her teeth and scolded her for being lazy,
then fucked her brains out."

2: "I didn't want her to look into me."

5: "Did she try?"

2: "Hahaha, of course... but there was nothing she could have done to fix me. She
would have sunk with me."

5: "Have you at least tried doing that with someone else? Talking it out, putting all on the
table?"

2: "Yes."

(Two looks at your eyes.)

2: "You."

>>3082021

5: "You say you didn't feel loved, yet odds are she messed those cards up to make
something pretty for you. Something done with effort."

2: "Yes."

5: "We never know what the other one wants, so we try to get as close to the mark as
we can. Since Diana's present wasn't able to move you, you thought she didn't know who you
really were, your true intentions- and therefore, she wasn't giving that present to /you/."

(Two is crying, nodding as she smiles.)

5: "But she did try to see you, Two."

2: "It must have been so hard..."

>???

>>3082076
Suggest her to try another relationship, maybe someone outside her type.

>>3082076
>"Mutual understanding is vital to any relationship. It might be too late to fix things with Diana now. Or it might not. You never kept up with her, so you don't know.
>"But if you still care to, it's not too late to catch up with her; social media's pretty good for that sort of thing. You can still try to mend your bridges with her if you want to, or just get your apologies off your chest if you don't. But she's the one that ought to hear them, not me."
There's also the topic to broach of her lack of self-worth, and encouraging her to be the person she wants to be, but one thing at a time.

>>3082095

(You let her mop for a while. Sorrow is stored, not avoided. Taking another spoonful of cake in
your mouth, you focus entirely on the blessed taste as Two's muffled cries get louder.)

5: "So, what about trying again? Love only grows by sharing and all of that crap. You've
fucked up plenty already, you'll see it coming next time."

(Her face hidden by her hands, Two shakes her head.)

2: "No... I'm broken. I'm seriously broken."

5: "That's part of why I think it would work. You have experience. You'd be careful. And,
mostly, I'm sure you'll learn to recognize love even in cardboard flowers."

(Two simply stays like that, shaking her head from side to side.)

>>3082144

5: "Mutual understanding is vital to any relationship. Maybe it's too late to fix things with
Diana now. Maybe it's not. You never kept up with her; you wouldn't know."

(Slowly, Two pulls herself together. Her face is wet and her cheeks are red. Hope does that.)

2: "But, she went to Japan... with her girlfriend..."

5: "Well, maybe she's back already."

2: "I don't think so, Five. I saw her profile in Twitter."

5: "I guess not, then."

2: "Awww... hahaha..."

5: "And yet, you could still apologize. Mend that bridge with her, tell her you are sorry. She
oughts to hear that; not me."

(Two shakes her head violently. She'll end up dizzy.)

2: "She's got a perfect life now and I don't want to cast a stain in it."

5: "If she has a girlfriend then her life isn't perfect. How long as she been with this one?"

2: "Like... a year and a half? I think??? I think I've read they were getting married."

5: "Good, apologize anyway. This isn't about getting back with her. This is about
bringing light to the past. No matter if it's nice or ugly, you have to see it for what it is in order to
do something about it. You have to see for yourself what her actions truly meant back then."

2: "Why? Why would I bother her with /my/ shit?"

5: "To understand that you were already loved- even though you couldn't see it."

(Two's wet eyes perk up towards you.)

2: "What?"

5: "Two; you are trying to earn love, to do things so people love you. What if I told you
that's not how it works?"

(Two stares at you, her eyes big behind her tarnished glasses.)

>Time for diagnosis. Tell Two what's happening to her.

>>3082215
I've given most of my perspective back in >>3081863.

As far as prognosis is concerned, she has to realize that she was loved as she was, and that changing her behavior for fear of losing that love only served to drive away the person who loved her.

Getting closure over Diana should hopefully be a good first step towards unburdening her of the guilt that's causing her to act the way she is, whether by accepting forgiveness or blame.

She doesn't need to act like someone she's not, or sacrifice her wants to get someone to love her. She just needs to be herself, find someone who loves her as she is, and have enough communication with each other to be able to keep that relationship going.

If she doesn't, and keeps on with the whole spray-and-pray method of doing anything and everything without any understanding... well, she'll certainly be appreciated, but she'll never find out whether and by whom she's truly loved.

...Also, something something if you think you're trash then try to be a better person today than you were yesterday.

>>3082281
Oof, I can imagine this would be good for her but she may try to get out of the organization because of it. Daddy might kill her because of the things she’s seen.

>>3082366
I don't know she really seems to fit into the business.

>>3082366
Given how Daddy offered to let us leave the Trashcan, and we weren't too terrified at the prospect of getting offed, I expect he has some method for leaving the business that doesn't require a funeral. He probably also understands that a job change is a possible outcome of sending an employee to a therapist.

And even if she has seen too much, it's likely that her starting point for 'finding someone new to love' will be with those already in close proximity.

More in-character for Five: it isn't the therapist's job to worry about that.

>>3082281

5: "Back then, I was dumped because my boyfriend didn't thought I had feelings for him. I
never pretended to be someone else for him, because that's a hassle and I can't be bothered
with manners. But I did. In the end, I guess I did love him. He never realized. Neither did I, back
then. And I'm sure not even Diana knew how she felt."

2: "But... he dumped you. In what did being yourself help?"

5: "It was him that didn't felt loved, Two. Not me."

2: "So, soo... when did you realize it? That you loved him?"

5: "Honestly? Just now."

(Two laughs, and it feels warm.)

5: "These things are so complicated, Two, and that's mostly why I got so much into this. I'm
not good at telling motive, I'm also not good at dressing up my words for people. I have to see
emotions as machinery, as complex systems of cogs and wheels- like a clock. Funny enough,
though, that's how I ended up a therapist. Because I'm bad with emotions."

(Five glances at the cigarette; then puts it down.)

5: "What I'm trying to say here is that, unless you are yourself, you won't know if
people love /you/. Not the character you play to make them happy: /you/, the one /you/ that may
have its own target, different than theirs rest. Changing your behavior to keep others with you
will only drive them away- after all, it isn't you that's there with them. It's the character you
play."

2: "But, Five, I'm a piece of trash. Really. I'm a truly horrible person. I've done harm just
because someone told me to- countless times already. Why would someone sane ever like
someone like me? And it's not like I'm bringing myself down for pity, either... this is all true.
Believe me."

5: "Because you are trying to get better. That's all it takes."

2: "...am I trying, though?"

5: "You couldn't have, Two. You didn't know how to do it. No matter what kind of shit
you did, it's pointless to blame yourself like this. In the end, life drags us all like a current. But,
now that you know, you can change direction- and that very act of chasing reason is what
every living being loves."

(Two sobs. Then smiles, looking away.)

5: "If you are trying to be reasonable, if you are doing your best to not be crazy, then
even people that never met you already love you. Even if you are failing."

2: "The heart doesn't love with reason, though...hahah..."

5: "Have sex with a cactus and then tell me about it. Seriously, the kind of shit you read on
social media..."

(Two laughs even louder.)

2: "You know, Five... you've been saying 'love' a lot lately."

5: "That's because 'dopamine' is longer."

(cont!)

5: "Wrapping it up, you can't tell people's motives because you aren't familiar with your
own. I'd recommend art therapy. That being said, I don't think you'd have much trouble finding
someone who loves the character you want to play."

2: "But... wasn't all of this trouble because I was playing characters with people?"

5: "We all play characters, Two, all the time. The problem with you particular case is
that you play the character you think they want, not the one you want."

2: "But, Five, what character do I want to play???"

5: "That's up to you to find out. There's people that spend their life looking for what they
really want to do. I'd say you could settle for getting as close as you can without going batshit
crazy."

2: "So, I have to find why I really do things, then??? Is that it???"

5: "Easier said than done, but now you have direction. You'll find that, once you take
care of your own needs instead of waiting for someone to read your mind, you'll be free to love
the rest without feeling fake. It's way harder, of course; but mastery of life takes understanding
that there is no shortcut for these hassles. Two, you are insecure about your own intentions.
That's what's happening. That is why you are looking so hard for the approval of others by
doing anything they want"

(Two laughs, so loud that your ear consider a revolution.)

2: "I like how much you like to talk!"

5: "And I'm not even done yet. You see, Two, we don't give or get love from others. That
much is bullshit. In fact, you don't even need gestures of love- only to be sure that you tried
your best to have the best intention. What we all love are ideals, and we try to represent it with
actions. By acting according to it, you are
already loved."

(Two is giggling.)

5: "And I'm done."

2: "You really really like this, Five! I'm so happy for you!"

5: "I'm also out of breath."

2: "You... you are right. I think I'm starting to see how Diana's silly antics could mean that
she loved me. I'm... trying to find a different point of view, haha! It isn't easy..."

(Two sighs. Widely.)

2: "If only I had another chance..."

(Two glances at you, giving this small, sly grin.)

>???

Let's just be friends and partners in crime.

>>3082590
>"Look, you want to be friends and hang out, sure. But as I am now, I'm not going to be the one to love you the way you want. After all we've talked about, I'm not going to fake something I don't feel. I'm bad with emotions, remember?"
Trying to stay in character as Five.

>>3082659

(You respond to her grinning with a calm, professionals stare.)

5: "I don't fuck, Two. I have to say that pretty often."

(Two blushes. Hard.)

2: "Ha, hahahahahah! That's not what I meant at all!"

5: "I'm not Diana- even though you pair us up. That is why you opened up to me, after all.
Because you failed to do that with her."

(Two looks down, yet grins and nods.)

5: "Don't worry, you've redemeed yourself. That was bold of you. But, as Iam now, I'm not
going to be the one to love you the way you want. And you'll never find me faking something I
don't feel- since I'm terribly bad at that."

(Two is still bright red, but she dares to look at you.)

2: "Maybe that's why I want you to love me. Because, from you, I'd believe it."

5: "And that wouldn't fix anything at all, and my breath would have been wasted. So, no. You
are taking the long way this time."

(Two giggles and covers her mouth.)

5: "Let's just be friends and partners in crime. I don't need you chasing me down with a
knife to feel dopamine. Now go learn an intrument or something."

(Two stands, as if bouncing from her chair. She runs to your side and gives you a big hug. You
mumble a line: )

5: "I /hate/ being touched,"

(-that seems to fall on deaf ears.)

(cont!)