blood pact group chaaaat this will be great

[longlegs]

BLOOD PACT GC

chum

mommylonglegs

neon

userdev

zombieboy

THIS CAST SAYS AND DOES A LOT OF FUCKED UP STUFF
AND THERE WILL LIKELY NOT BE ANY CONTENT WARNINGS
PROCEED WITH CAUTION

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[deadnerve]

[first off hdu give him flashbacks to fake-life.]

i carried ur fucking head home
eat my ass

1/3

[masticated]

[AOL dialup sounds]

[masticated]

[he literally has zero tools to comprehend this]

[masticated]

what

[duracells]

you know they never counted you?
among the dead.
it was always five heads five bodies, when there were six.
do you know who counted you every time? we did, asshole.
we took your body out of the cage so you wouldn’t rot alone, so no one would fuck with you after you were gone
and i spent hours
DAYS trying to find your thick as fuck head just to make you whole again
you know what they cared about? not being caught with it, because then people would have started pointing fingers
devon carried your head all the way back. wouldn’t let you go, actually. so like he said
bitch shut the fuck up

not here

[longlegs]

[ can we go back to talking about who's annoying ]

1/2

[masticated]

[saber hadn't ruminated much on what happened at the commune– not like he'd been alive for very much of werewolf, and he only found out about the burning afterward. not many of the wolves spoke of it and he didn't see a point in asking. what was so special about taking apart the step by step process of his own death? nothing. armand ripped his head off and ani held on to it and he woke up in a grave later. so what? he expected to be hated– he didn't expect not to be counted.

he had no knowledge of his head being kept, purposefully, of the secrecy around his own body parts, of the blood pact family doing their damndest to retrieve it. doing everything he likely wouldn't bat an eye at if he were in their position. or would he? he doesn't know anymore. the initial, knee-jerk reactions of offense and volatility toward devon and neon falters, and for the first time, saber doesn't have any words to spit back in neon's face. he thumbs over the keyboard,

zombieboy is typing...

zombieboy is typing...

zombieboy is typing...

nothing.]

[masticated]

who wanted to keep it a secret?

and why'd you do that for me?

[duracells]

[ ignoring the first question so saber doesn't take that info, run, and likely cause more problems (though he could probably answer it himself if he just did a lil math), and moving on to the second.

neon is typing...

neon is typing...

neon is typing... ]

because no matter how fucked up you can be sometimes, you're still our family. are you stupid?

[ angrily hits send and watches devon play his gameboy >:( ]

[masticated]

no i'm not fuckin stupid fuck you

[a beat. several beats. a second text:]

guess i owe you guys one

[bro is allergic to 'thank you'.]

1/2

[duracells]

you don't owe us anything

[ maybe a thank you but neon knows there's not a god damn chance in hell.

well. hold on. there is maybe one other thing. ]

except for maybe chilling the hell out for a while

[duracells]

[ several minutes later. ]

thanks, btw
for checking on everyone

[masticated]

the fuck is a while to you? it's been two months since i last killed somebody

[kind of a lie. sometimes he gets a hankering and strangles a maid.]

like you said
family

[duracells]

last i checked it takes way less than killing someone for you to piss everybody off

[masticated]

c'mon people love me cause i'm honest

[says the least honest person here.]

[duracells]

name five people
present chat excluded

[masticated]

shadowheart, shauna, jinx

except jinx is gone
uh

roza and liv

[duracells]

okay
now try five names excluding people you've slept with

[masticated]

[]

how many people can you say love you that you haven't fucked?

[duracells]

i can name at least three
which is three more than you it sounds like

[ not trying to spark another argument, just answering questions that saber doesn't seem to want to answer. ]

look, i'm not dick measuring with you here
tell me you get my point. it's really not that hard, man

[masticated]

fuck you

lemme put this into words you can understand: you ever do something so much it feels like second nature to you?

[duracells]

[ objectively, neon might call this a skill. a talent. in the context of having this conversation with saber: ]

do you need me to tell you you've got an addiction?

[ to killing, fucking, dying, fucking up? whichever fits. ]

[masticated]

it's not an addiction
huh maybe

sometimes it feels like i have to do it

or i don't know what else to do so i do it anyway. been like this since i can remember
since i was a kid

that sound like addiction to you?

[duracells]

i mean
yeah? kinda. addiction, obsession maybe. little bit of both.

[ little bit of neither, too. ]

there's gotta be a better outlet, man

[masticated]

i'm an obsessive guy

[is this what real conversations feel like...]

kinda gave up on better outlets 70ish years ago
there's no gettin better from what i've got

unless my mind gets wiped