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YET ANOTHER PSL AU POST BECAUSE WE ARE MONSTERS.



LITERALLY.


Kinda the premise.

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[secreteary]

[ hm. how to put this. ]

Is it... A-are you--? How do you feel about being here?

[eyediot]

I... Honestly, I wasn't sure at first. But. I'm glad to be here now.

[secreteary]

Good. This should be as much of a celebration of you being here as much as the holiday.

[eyediot]

...Only if it's celebrating myself and Algric.

[secreteary]

I was going to say- Y-yeah, of course. It's wonderful to have you all here.

[he looks around at the others and smiles warmly.]

It's not...typical, but this household is...good.

[eyediot]

[He follows that look, taking in everyone... happy. Relatively safe. Alive together.]

Yes... Yes, it is. I'm glad we're all here.

[secreteary]

[Martin spins his hot chocolate in his hands slowly, taking a huge, lukewarm gulp.]

If...

[a nervous clearing of the throat.]

If there was nothing left for us to worry about...what would you do? What would you like to do?

[eyediot]

[He blinks once at that.]

...I don't know. I've never given it any thought.

[secreteary]

Mm. Somehow I didn't think so. But you and Algric can stay and be happy, so...it's worth considering. Talking it over with him.

[eyediot]

We've been talking about a couple things here and there, but so much of it is hinging on dispatching Elias.

[secreteary]

That's why I said "if".

[ugh.]

I wish I could say "when". Don't want to be too optimistic. But...with the five of us, I'm sure we'll manage something.

[eyediot]

...We'll figure something out. [For Martin and Jon of course.]

I only worry about the immediate problems.

[secreteary]

Like?

[eyediot]

Like Jon putting his eyes out, stopping Elias, stopping the Entities if we can...

[secreteary]

M-mmm. Yeah.

[depressed Martin is depressed.]

It's just. It's. So unfair. I hope I get to punch Elias in his stupid...smug face.

[eyediot]

I think we're taking numbers for turns on that to be honest.

[secreteary]

[there's a moment of quiet, and then Martin snorts.]

We should string him up like a pinata.

[eyediot]

By the neck.

[secreteary]

Exactly. [Martin nods sagely.] Take turns with a cricket bat.

[eyediot]

As long as we don't do it blindfolded.

[secreteary]

Of course not. Why would we give him the chance that we'd miss?

[eyediot]

Sporting chance, maybe. Then again he never gave us one.

[secreteary]

[darkly, bitterly:] No, he didn't.

[a beat.]

I wonder what falls out if we break him open.

[eyediot]

Probably more eyes.

[secreteary]

[he couldn't exactly say why, but Martin laughs.]

Maybe those chocolate balls with foil to look like eyes, if we're lucky.