...Yeah, I guess. [Man, he was really enjoying the whole "nothing actually happens on the boat, it's all off-shore shit you gotta worry about" vibe. The ship-based anarchy had been pretty great, honestly, up until now. Sort of like life before the Highwaymen showed up. Everyone helpin' each other, fights mediating themselves... Man. Would'a been nice.]
Seems like kind of a dumb thing to be empowered by around here, is all. Since, like, nobody can die, so... can't really prove you're better than anybody else. Even the weakest dude here's still gonna wake up the next morning. [probably.] Ugh, I dunno, man. Fuckin' blows. Don't move, we got sterilized bandages here and we're gonna use 'em.
[Modern amenities for modern men! Absolutely not using this as a distraction from the increasingly bloodthirsty nature of their situation...]
[Pratt is out here upping the 'things happening' scale by like 40%.]
I dunno, think that's human nature. People being awful to each other. It's what they do. [He winces at the bandaging, focusing on that instead of the spiral of Jacob-induced propaganda he could be spouting right now..] Pretty sure I could go on a good rant about animal urges and strength and shows of superiority but.. not feeling it right now.
[What he is feeling is a whole lot of pain.] Is there morphine? Maybe we can just drug me into a stupor.
[That might help, or it might make it worse, kind of hard to tell. Actually, Pratt straightens up a bit because that sparks a sudden memory.]
When I was patrolling the deck I met someone who knows you. Said something about finding Bliss ice-cream? Please tell me I hallucinated that too?
Yeah, uhhhh, don't start with me on that one, man. [Having lived through the Collapse long enough to see what people got up to afterward, Sharky is... ugh, super torn on the "people bad" sentiment. On the one hand, obviously, the Highwaymen prove that point, being baby-stealing dickheads with no goal but literal highway robbery. But on the other hand, man, he's seen some real stand-up shit from the survivors in Prosperity. Helping out ex-Peggies, opening their places up to total weirdo strangers, barely any fighting after the first couple years...
Man. People are fuckin' complicated, that's what he's learned.]
Morphine? I dunno about that, but... [There's definitely medication all up in this bitch, that's for sure. Sharky may or may not have, you know, glanced around at one point, just to see what constituted as medication (and security) here, but it's mostly shit that he wouldn't touch.] Plenty of shit to scrounge through.
[oh shit he forgot about the ice cream...] Ughhhh, yeaaaaaaaaah, that's right. Fuckin' sucked, dude, when I showed up the ice cream place was givin' everyone like, these super special custom flavors, like cake an' blood and shit, and you know what I got? Fuckin' Bliss. Like, it was nasty, dude. Hasn't happened again, thank fuckin' God, but I definitely thought I was in hell for a hot minute, there! [Hahahaha... maybe they are? He's not sure!!!]
If I could un-know all this shit, I fucking would.
[Because having his head stuffed with cult nonsense means there's less room for the things he cares about. Like knowing the entire timeline of Halo Reach down to knowing Jorge's conscription date was 2517 and his Spartan tag is 052. What if he forgets the layout of Blood Gulch canyon? He already might have lost muscle memory of going from 360-no scope to tea-bagging with a spray.]
Nah it's fine, just thought maybe keeping me sedated or something would help. But I dunno if it would. Actually might make it worse now that I think about it.
[That is not super reassuring bro.] Fuck. Eating that shit is fucking vile, and I think you'll probably die if you do. Bubble out through your stomach like some Alien shit. Jacob took me to the place where Fenney brewed it once, and there's these big vats. Guess it goes through stages where he's cooking it. Joseph dragged someone in there and tossed him into a vat and the guy melted. Fucking disgusting.
Sedation's a temporary fix, bro. Maybe some mood stabilizers? But there isn't anythin' like that in here. I mean, I think I saw some off-brand anti-depressants? Maybe that'll work. [...for what, Pratt's trauma-induced psychosis?] ...Probably not, though, huh.
And GROSS, man. That fuckin' Roger Rabbit bullshit is exactly why I'm glad that whole goddamn place burned to the ground. Wish I could throw Joseph into a fuckin' vat. Would'a been satisfied with a bonfire, but noooo.
[Some day the Covenant might invade and then it will be Pratt's time to shine.]
I uh.. think depression might be a little mild for what's wrong with me. I'm hallucinating, psychotic, and will kill everyone and try to get back to a place that doesn't exist if a song plays.
[Still, might be a start or something.]
Watching Jacob's bunker blow up was pretty great, no lie. Shooting the fuck out of that place was awesome. [He maybe shouldn't have shot a machine gun at a fucking missile and risked blowing him and Rook up too, but whatever. Having been on the verge of starving to death he wasn't exactly thinking at his best.]
Should I be worried that I like...died? Do I have to do anything? Pay a fee or whatever.
[The Sheriff department benefits were real bad, he's used to the worst of American Healthcare.]
[The second Master Chief shows up, Pratt is gonna go full Otacon.]
Yeah, what you need's probably got like, a list of side-effects as long as the commercial. Real complicated shit that you can't just magic up, I mean. [Obviously the more side-effects there are, the fancier the drug.] Ugh. Who knows, man, it probably wouldn't hurt, right?
[...should??? he worry? Sharky doesn't know for sure, but he figures it can't be a good thing to die.] Maybe? I dunno. It's probably somethin' dumb and weird, like returning the knife or some shit. You could ask Friday? She'd probably know.
[ He likes Master Chief a normal amount. Just a truly average amount. He will squeal like a schoolgirl. ]
My side effects are gonna have side effects.
I dunno, maybe I just need time and to... [ Man, Steven had phrased this all so nice and reassuringly and Pratt is blanking on all the great things he said.] not self sabotage myself by how much I hate myself. Or something like that.
[ Friday. Yeah. About that. ] She creeps me the fuck out.
[...Damn, where the fuck did Pratt hear that? Because it definitely wasn't Sharky, and it definitely wasn't Rook!] Man, that sounds wise as shit. I'd say you gotta listen to your gut if it's tellin' you that!
Yeah, no argument there. Chick is fuckin' bizarre, man. Did I tell you I tried to start a totally harmless, tiny, controlled fire on the athletics deck and she fuckin' poured water on me? I got laid in the end but man, it was literally a buzzkill.
You know I'm way too stupid to think that up myself. [Considering some of the deranged arguments they've gotten into before, Sharky is probably well aware that Pratt is emotionally a complete fucking idiot.]
Nah it was this super British guy. Steven. Was talking to me when I was hiding in the laundry room, cuz I was gonna wash this thing. [Tightens his fingers in the jacket that he's still holding because he's not letting it go yet.] And uh... walked in on me yelling. At Jacob. Which.. I know he isn't there. Isn't real. But to me it looks so real, sounds just like him.
Anyway, he said he used to do that himself so.. I dunno. Someone else who hallucinates. Which was.. I don't wanna say nice cuz no one should experience this. But you know, solidarity or something?
[Sharky may be behind him but know that he is getting the 'are you serious right now' cop stare.] Small and harmless huh? Sure. Bet she..
[Record scratch.]
You fucked the faceless woman? Sharky!
[Please he is begging you to have one single standard and let that be: has an actual head.]
Oh, Steven!!! I know him. He's cool. I like his brother Marc. [That guy can drink!!!
--Wait what]
EWWWW dude, what??? No way! That would be hella weird, man, what the fuck? She doesn't even have a mouth and that's, like, the number one thing I like most about a person. [That and their level of contempt for law enforcement!] No, I was startin' a fire with Giles when she totally fuckin' ruined it, so we had to find something else to... do. Heh.
[hehehehe]
Aaaaanyway, she was like, loosely facilitating a hookup, at most. No way I'd let her get any closer to me than that. [...probably. He hasn't actually talked to her very much??? What if she has like, a really nice personality??? ...Hmmmm]
Fuck. Okay good. I was gonna yell at you to have some fucking standards and that's gonna mean nothing coming from me. [The guy with a bar so low it's probably on the bottom of the Henbane.]
Giles? Fancy fucker in the button up suit? That Giles? [Groan.] Jesus Christ Sharky.
[Okay Pratt can't really say anything about fucking around with someone who's married since that's never stopped him before. But doing it in a place with less than a hundred people where everyone is bound to find out is not a great idea.
I've got standards, man! [HUFF as if his standards aren't as simple as "alive" and "DTF"]
What! Don't get all weird and homophobic on me now, man, it's at least 2018 and I don't have time for that, okay? I already have a gay panic every time a dude hits on me and I don't need you makin' it worse!
Homophobic?!? Me? Are you fucking serious? As if I didn't fuck every guy who would say yes and almost got kicked off the force for some bullshit don't ask don't tell crap.
Fuck you.
[ Deep breath. He's not gonna get mad at the guy who sits with him during his breakdowns and just spent half the night getting him to the infirmary to stitch him up.]
[ Releasing his death grip on his clothes he struggles back into his undershirt. He should have thought to bring a clean one but too late now. He's not gonna walk back to his room shirtless and risk everyone seeing how fucked up he is.
At least Jacob stopped John from getting ahold of him so he doesn't have LUST carved into his back like a tramp stamp. ]
Did he not uh.. mention that? Damn asshole. I shoulda stabbed him...
[ Pratt does not have a high opinion of him. ]
I mean, congrats on the sex. Sorry about the repercussions.
Fuuuck, dude, I didn't even think about it. Ughhh, this is why people aren't supposed to think with their dicks, huh...
[Sharky is like, this close to telling Pratt to just put the jacket on, fuck the shirt -- but also, ew. That thing shouldn't be in contact with skin. It's probably, like, toxic...]
Wait, you tried to stab him? [he's gonna have to confiscate your fucking knives, dude.]
[He manages to get the shirt on and not rip the stitches out, but it's a struggle. At least the jacket is easy since it's about four sizes too big for him. The deputy shirt can wait, he's not doing any buttons right now.]
No one's supposed to think with their dick but that doesn't mean we don't all do it. I dunno man, lots of things seemed a good idea at the time. Then were really, really not.
[A huff as he stands up, trying to see if he's too woozy to walk or if he can make it back to his room.]
He told me I was weak. That I should just kill myself and maybe this time it would be permanent. Said maybe that was my purpose. To die. [Glaring at the ground.] He's lucky I didn't fucking snap and skin him in the middle of the damn buffet.
[Needless to say, Pratt is not a fan of Sharky's hookup.] The important part is I didn't. Which I was kinda thinking was good progress for me.
...What? [Sharky needs to rewind like, everything Pratt just said.] Giles said that? Like -- classy, three-piece suit-wearin', super good kisser Giles said that??? That, uh. Does not fuckin' track, dude, like at all.
[...shit, he doesn't usually have this bad luck. Is his taste just like, off or something?]
Uh. Well, no matter which dude said that, I'm... ugh, proud of you for not actually murderin' anyone. [He feels like such a fucking dad right now and not the fun sexy kind] That shit is fucked up though. I'll. Uh. I'm gonna get to the bottom of all of this because I really do not want to be fuckin' around with someone like that.
It was fucking strange, cuz he was fine for the beginning of the conversation and then got.. real bizarre. [Pratt has been uh.. kinda busy being crazy and has no idea about the lying/truth thing.] And he kept smiling like he was happy about what he was saying. Dude is super weird.
Handsome, but weird.
And classier than either of us were gonna get in Hope County so.. you know. Gratz?
[Sharky should enjoy his fancy fuck while he can.]
New goal: don't murder anyone. Zero murders. I can do this. Second goal: wash this jacket. I know Jacob literally died in it but Jesus Christ.
That's so fuckin' weird, dude... Fuck, why do people around here gotta be fucked up? If I wanted that kinda drama, I would've knocked up a Highwayman. [By the time Sharky eventually meets back up with Giles, he'll have a better idea of what all of this means... of course, he'll have forgotten most of the details by then. Too bad!]
Oh my god please wash that fucking thing, man. It is so fucking nasty. [maybe it'll fall apart in the wash? That would be great!] Also, let's get you some fuckin' aspirin or somethin'. And then I'm gonna get you back up to your room so you can get some fuckin' rest.
We all got dragged here randomly against our will so there's that. Also I dunno, maybe the Captain guy only picks people that are super fucking messed up. [He doesn't know man, he just wants less drama. And specifically he wants to cause less drama.]
I swear to you Jacob actually did laundry. Well he didn't, someone did, but this thing fucking did get washed.
[Oh god was Pratt the only reason anyone did laundry in the Veteran's Center? Was he the first person to use the laundry room and then everyone else got self-conscious and starting washing their clothes. No wonder that place fucking fell apart when he was starving to death. He's probably the only one who knew the wi-fi password too.]
Considerin' the bullshit some of these guys have told me, I'd buy that. [Clarke's whole thing was particularly crazy. It's too bad she never mentioned how she bleeds black blood, huh!]
Yeah, I don't fuckin' buy it, man. That guy always looked like he was wearing clothes he dug out of a latrine trench. Seriously, he was the grossest out of all of 'em. [Sharky's biased, he almost fell in love with Rachel Faith based on her cute lil dress and her melodic voice. After her, all of the brothers are basically trash tier.]
I've had to explain trees, forests, the internet, nuclear bombs, and the police force to people. And I'm pretty sure I've befriended a five year old vampire.
[Befriended is a strong word there, it's more like she's decided watching him be terrified is amusing and likes following him around.]
This place is weird as fuck.
[A pause there because while he's not going to defend Jacob, he sorta feels like maybe he should? Wow, that's terrible. ]
Don't give him ideas, the fact he didn't have people dig latrines just to throw them in it is a minor miracle. I'm sure if the plumbing stopped working that was his plan. [Shudder because that would have been Pratt and a shovel for weeks of his life.] He's a fucking sadistic monster but he's still just.. a guy. He like showered and ate and slept and stuff.
Aw, dude, c'mon, Aiden isn't a toddler, he's just, y'know, free-spirited and shit. [Because there's only one vampire on this ship, right?]
I'm not givin' him shit other than a swift boot to the neck as I kick his ass overboard. [FUCK JACOB] All that tells me is that monsters need to eat and shit like the rest of us. Doesn't make him a normal guy. Doesn't make any of 'em normal.
[His newest, deepest desire is for one of the Seed brothers to show up so that he can really just beat the shit out of them. It's a simple desire, but it's a strong one!]
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Seems like kind of a dumb thing to be empowered by around here, is all. Since, like, nobody can die, so... can't really prove you're better than anybody else. Even the weakest dude here's still gonna wake up the next morning. [probably.] Ugh, I dunno, man. Fuckin' blows. Don't move, we got sterilized bandages here and we're gonna use 'em.
[Modern amenities for modern men! Absolutely not using this as a distraction from the increasingly bloodthirsty nature of their situation...]
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I dunno, think that's human nature. People being awful to each other. It's what they do. [He winces at the bandaging, focusing on that instead of the spiral of Jacob-induced propaganda he could be spouting right now..] Pretty sure I could go on a good rant about animal urges and strength and shows of superiority but.. not feeling it right now.
[What he is feeling is a whole lot of pain.] Is there morphine? Maybe we can just drug me into a stupor.
[That might help, or it might make it worse, kind of hard to tell. Actually, Pratt straightens up a bit because that sparks a sudden memory.]
When I was patrolling the deck I met someone who knows you. Said something about finding Bliss ice-cream? Please tell me I hallucinated that too?
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Man. People are fuckin' complicated, that's what he's learned.]
Morphine? I dunno about that, but... [There's definitely medication all up in this bitch, that's for sure. Sharky may or may not have, you know, glanced around at one point, just to see what constituted as medication (and security) here, but it's mostly shit that he wouldn't touch.] Plenty of shit to scrounge through.
[oh shit he forgot about the ice cream...] Ughhhh, yeaaaaaaaaah, that's right. Fuckin' sucked, dude, when I showed up the ice cream place was givin' everyone like, these super special custom flavors, like cake an' blood and shit, and you know what I got? Fuckin' Bliss. Like, it was nasty, dude. Hasn't happened again, thank fuckin' God, but I definitely thought I was in hell for a hot minute, there! [Hahahaha... maybe they are? He's not sure!!!]
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[Because having his head stuffed with cult nonsense means there's less room for the things he cares about. Like knowing the entire timeline of Halo Reach down to knowing Jorge's conscription date was 2517 and his Spartan tag is 052. What if he forgets the layout of Blood Gulch canyon? He already might have lost muscle memory of going from 360-no scope to tea-bagging with a spray.]
Nah it's fine, just thought maybe keeping me sedated or something would help. But I dunno if it would. Actually might make it worse now that I think about it.
[That is not super reassuring bro.] Fuck. Eating that shit is fucking vile, and I think you'll probably die if you do. Bubble out through your stomach like some Alien shit. Jacob took me to the place where Fenney brewed it once, and there's these big vats. Guess it goes through stages where he's cooking it. Joseph dragged someone in there and tossed him into a vat and the guy melted. Fucking disgusting.
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Sedation's a temporary fix, bro. Maybe some mood stabilizers? But there isn't anythin' like that in here. I mean, I think I saw some off-brand anti-depressants? Maybe that'll work. [...for what, Pratt's trauma-induced psychosis?] ...Probably not, though, huh.
And GROSS, man. That fuckin' Roger Rabbit bullshit is exactly why I'm glad that whole goddamn place burned to the ground. Wish I could throw Joseph into a fuckin' vat. Would'a been satisfied with a bonfire, but noooo.
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I uh.. think depression might be a little mild for what's wrong with me. I'm hallucinating, psychotic, and will kill everyone and try to get back to a place that doesn't exist if a song plays.
[Still, might be a start or something.]
Watching Jacob's bunker blow up was pretty great, no lie. Shooting the fuck out of that place was awesome. [He maybe shouldn't have shot a machine gun at a fucking missile and risked blowing him and Rook up too, but whatever. Having been on the verge of starving to death he wasn't exactly thinking at his best.]
Should I be worried that I like...died? Do I have to do anything? Pay a fee or whatever.
[The Sheriff department benefits were real bad, he's used to the worst of American Healthcare.]
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Yeah, what you need's probably got like, a list of side-effects as long as the commercial. Real complicated shit that you can't just magic up, I mean. [Obviously the more side-effects there are, the fancier the drug.] Ugh. Who knows, man, it probably wouldn't hurt, right?
[...should??? he worry? Sharky doesn't know for sure, but he figures it can't be a good thing to die.] Maybe? I dunno. It's probably somethin' dumb and weird, like returning the knife or some shit. You could ask Friday? She'd probably know.
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He will squeal like a schoolgirl.]My side effects are gonna have side effects.
I dunno, maybe I just need time and to... [ Man, Steven had phrased this all so nice and reassuringly and Pratt is blanking on all the great things he said.] not self sabotage myself by how much I hate myself. Or something like that.
[ Friday. Yeah. About that. ] She creeps me the fuck out.
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Yeah, no argument there. Chick is fuckin' bizarre, man. Did I tell you I tried to start a totally harmless, tiny, controlled fire on the athletics deck and she fuckin' poured water on me? I got laid in the end but man, it was literally a buzzkill.
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Nah it was this super British guy. Steven. Was talking to me when I was hiding in the laundry room, cuz I was gonna wash this thing. [Tightens his fingers in the jacket that he's still holding because he's not letting it go yet.] And uh... walked in on me yelling. At Jacob. Which.. I know he isn't there. Isn't real. But to me it looks so real, sounds just like him.
Anyway, he said he used to do that himself so.. I dunno. Someone else who hallucinates. Which was.. I don't wanna say nice cuz no one should experience this. But you know, solidarity or something?
[Sharky may be behind him but know that he is getting the 'are you serious right now' cop stare.] Small and harmless huh? Sure. Bet she..
[Record scratch.]
You fucked the faceless woman? Sharky!
[Please he is begging you to have one single standard and let that be: has an actual head.]
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--Wait what]
EWWWW dude, what??? No way! That would be hella weird, man, what the fuck? She doesn't even have a mouth and that's, like, the number one thing I like most about a person. [That and their level of contempt for law enforcement!] No, I was startin' a fire with Giles when she totally fuckin' ruined it, so we had to find something else to... do. Heh.
[hehehehe]
Aaaaanyway, she was like, loosely facilitating a hookup, at most. No way I'd let her get any closer to me than that. [...probably. He hasn't actually talked to her very much??? What if she has like, a really nice personality??? ...Hmmmm]
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Giles? Fancy fucker in the button up suit? That Giles? [Groan.] Jesus Christ Sharky.
[Okay Pratt can't really say anything about fucking around with someone who's married since that's never stopped him before. But doing it in a place with less than a hundred people where everyone is bound to find out is not a great idea.
Not to mention... Giles.]
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What! Don't get all weird and homophobic on me now, man, it's at least 2018 and I don't have time for that, okay? I already have a gay panic every time a dude hits on me and I don't need you makin' it worse!
[he has no idea what you're so beat up about man]
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Fuck you.
[ Deep breath. He's not gonna get mad at the guy who sits with him during his breakdowns and just spent half the night getting him to the infirmary to stitch him up.]
What I mean is I've also met his husband.
Fiancé. Whatever they are.
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....and then they just kinda stay up in a "ooooooh shiiiiiit" sorta way.]
...Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, dude.
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[ Releasing his death grip on his clothes he struggles back into his undershirt. He should have thought to bring a clean one but too late now. He's not gonna walk back to his room shirtless and risk everyone seeing how fucked up he is.
At least Jacob stopped John from getting ahold of him so he doesn't have LUST carved into his back like a tramp stamp. ]
Did he not uh.. mention that? Damn asshole. I shoulda stabbed him...
[ Pratt does not have a high opinion of him. ]
I mean, congrats on the sex. Sorry about the repercussions.
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[Sharky is like, this close to telling Pratt to just put the jacket on, fuck the shirt -- but also, ew. That thing shouldn't be in contact with skin. It's probably, like, toxic...]
Wait, you tried to stab him? [he's gonna have to confiscate your fucking knives, dude.]
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No one's supposed to think with their dick but that doesn't mean we don't all do it. I dunno man, lots of things seemed a good idea at the time. Then were really, really not.
[A huff as he stands up, trying to see if he's too woozy to walk or if he can make it back to his room.]
He told me I was weak. That I should just kill myself and maybe this time it would be permanent. Said maybe that was my purpose. To die. [Glaring at the ground.] He's lucky I didn't fucking snap and skin him in the middle of the damn buffet.
[Needless to say, Pratt is not a fan of Sharky's hookup.] The important part is I didn't. Which I was kinda thinking was good progress for me.
And then this happened.
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[...shit, he doesn't usually have this bad luck. Is his taste just like, off or something?]
Uh. Well, no matter which dude said that, I'm... ugh, proud of you for not actually murderin' anyone. [He feels like such a fucking dad right now and not the fun sexy kind] That shit is fucked up though. I'll. Uh. I'm gonna get to the bottom of all of this because I really do not want to be fuckin' around with someone like that.
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Handsome, but weird.
And classier than either of us were gonna get in Hope County so.. you know. Gratz?
[Sharky should enjoy his fancy fuck while he can.]
New goal: don't murder anyone. Zero murders. I can do this. Second goal: wash this jacket. I know Jacob literally died in it but Jesus Christ.
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Oh my god please wash that fucking thing, man. It is so fucking nasty. [maybe it'll fall apart in the wash? That would be great!] Also, let's get you some fuckin' aspirin or somethin'. And then I'm gonna get you back up to your room so you can get some fuckin' rest.
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I swear to you Jacob actually did laundry. Well he didn't, someone did, but this thing fucking did get washed.
[Oh god was Pratt the only reason anyone did laundry in the Veteran's Center? Was he the first person to use the laundry room and then everyone else got self-conscious and starting washing their clothes. No wonder that place fucking fell apart when he was starving to death. He's probably the only one who knew the wi-fi password too.]
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Yeah, I don't fuckin' buy it, man. That guy always looked like he was wearing clothes he dug out of a latrine trench. Seriously, he was the grossest out of all of 'em. [Sharky's biased, he almost fell in love with
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[Befriended is a strong word there, it's more like she's decided watching him be terrified is amusing and likes following him around.]
This place is weird as fuck.
[A pause there because while he's not going to defend Jacob, he sorta feels like maybe he should? Wow, that's terrible. ]
Don't give him ideas, the fact he didn't have people dig latrines just to throw them in it is a minor miracle. I'm sure if the plumbing stopped working that was his plan. [Shudder because that would have been Pratt and a shovel for weeks of his life.] He's a fucking sadistic monster but he's still just.. a guy. He like showered and ate and slept and stuff.
Or I think he showered. I don't fucking know.
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I'm not givin' him shit other than a swift boot to the neck as I kick his ass overboard. [FUCK JACOB] All that tells me is that monsters need to eat and shit like the rest of us. Doesn't make him a normal guy. Doesn't make any of 'em normal.
[His newest, deepest desire is for one of the Seed brothers to show up so that he can really just beat the shit out of them. It's a simple desire, but it's a strong one!]
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