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Are you OK now?- Chapter four
It had been a week from now and Tavros was making progress. Painfully. He was slowly adapting to the painful hell his legs bought when walking. He could now walk to the end of the street, before it hurt too much and he had to struggle back, taking long pauses every few steps.
During this week, Tavros had almost completely isolated himself. He'd stopped going on Pesterchum, stopped roleplaying, stopped FLARPing and replied to his texts in the vaguest of answers. He knew, deep down, what he was doing was ridiculous, but he couldn't see an alternative. He wanted to be successful, an achiever. He was considered the 'weak' one. True, he had friends. But, though surprisingly selfish of him, he wanted a little more.
He heaved himself sluggishly up the stairs and into his room. Settling himself in front on his desk, he logged on. Gamzee did not appear to be online, in fact, none of his close friends were. Tavros was debating whether he should leave a message for them, apologising for his absence, when someone began pestering him.
-carcinoGeneticist [CG] began pestering adiosToreador [AT]-
CG: WHAT THE FUCK, MAN.
CG: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
AT: uM,,,, wHAT?
CG: YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, DUMBASS.
AT: aCTUALLY, i, uH, dON'T,
CG: WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?
AT: i HAVE BEEN,,, bUSY,
CG: SO YOU COULD NEVER GO ONLINE? NOT EVEN FUCKING ONCE?
AT: uHHH,,,,,
AT: i'M, uHH,,,, sURPRISED YOU WANTED TO,,,, tALK TO ME,,,,,,
CG: I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU. YOU PIECE OF SHIT.
CG: IT'S GAMZEE.
AT: gAMZEE?
CG: YES, THAT FUCKASS CLOWN. HE'S AT THE BORDERLINE OF FLIPPING HIS SHIT, BECAUSE YOU'RE NEVER AROUND AND HE'S FRIGGIN FREAKING OUT ABOUT IT.
CG: I'M WORRIED HE MIGHT GO CRAZY AGAIN. AND I'VE GOT ENOUGH ON MY FUCKING MIND AS IT IS, WITH TEREZI AND THAT FUCKING STRIDER. THE LAST THING I NEED IS THAT IDIOT GOING INSANE AND I HAVE TO SAVE EVERYONE'S GODDAMN ASS AGAIN.
AT: i, uHHH,,, dIDN'T MEAN TO GET gAMZEE WORRIED,,,
AT: iS HE ALRIGHT?
CG: HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO FUCKING KNOW. HE LEFT MY APPARTMENT ABOUT 5 MINUTES AGO. HE DIDN'T SEEM ALRIGHT, NOT HIGH WITH HIS MIRACLES AND SHIT.
CG: WHEN HE GETS ONLINE, YOU ARE GOING TO TALK TO HIM. HOPEFULLY, HE WON'T GO FUCKING CRAZY AND KILL EVERYONE.
AT: uM,,, sURE,
AT: sORRY THIS, uHH, hAPPENED,
CG: WHATEVER.
-carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased pestering adiosToreador [AT]-
Tavros felt like general shit now. His already little self-esteem had sunk rock bottom. Not from Karkat's rudeness and anger (he was use to this), but what he had caused for his friends. Well, Gamzee. That would make some sense. Gamzee was the closest friend Tavros had ever had, and even though his advice was never the best, he did care and was even willing to give up his own stuff for his friends. Tavros let out a long, pained sigh. Why did nothing go as planned?
Few more minutes passed, Tavros began to wonder if Gamzee would actually go online today. He almost considered logging out and waiting for tomorrow, but decided against it, as Karkat still seemed to be online.
Finally, 'terminallyCapricious' came online.
-adiosToreador [AT] began pestering terminallyCapricious [TC]-
AT: gAMZEE,, uHHH,,,,,
AT: i'M,,, sORRY,,, rEALLY SORRY,,, kARKAT TOLD ME YOU GOT,,, wORRIED,,,
AT: }:(
TC: It'S aLrIgHt, TaVbRo.
TC: YoU'rE oNlInE nOw :o).
AT: i GUESS, bUT, i STILL FEEL BAD,
AT: i'M BEING VERY, uH, sELFISH,
TC: ThAt'S nOt YoUr FaUlT.
TC: yOu WaNt To Do SoMeThInG bIg.
TC: SoRt Of A mIrAcLe!
TC: BuT i DoN't WaNt My BrO gEtTiNg HiMsElF hUrT.
TC: tHaT's ThE oPpOsItE oF a MiRaClE.
AT: yEAH,,,,
TC: ...
AT: uHHH,,, gAMZEE?
AT: aRE YOU,,, oK?
TC: tAvBrO, i WaNt An HoNeSt AnSwEr On SoMeThInG.
AT: wHAT,,,,, iS IT,,,,
TC: are you OK now?
Tavros blinked. Did Gamzee... just drop his typing quirk? Tavros felt uncomfortable. It wasn't like Gamzee to get this serious.
AT: uMM,,,,,
AT: i DON'T UNDERSTAND, wHAT YOU MEAN,
TC: you know what i mean.
TC: you mentioned it a week ago and i just mentioned now.
TC: the walking thing. and how you felt useless.
TC: which you aren't.
TC: so, are you OK now?
AT: ,,,,,,,
Tavros wanted to tell Gamzee he was OK. But, somehow, he would know Tavros was lying. Gamzee was a little slow at times and a bit dim, but he could be pretty damn smart when he wanted to be. And, right now, he clearly was. Anyway, Tavros felt bad enough, he couldn't lie to him.
AT: nOT YET, eVERYTHING STILL FEELS,,, fAR AWAY FROM ME,,
AT: i JUST NEED SOME TIME,
AT: i'LL,,, bE FINE,,,
TC: ...
TC: ok.
AT: i'LL ALSO, bE ONLINE MORE, uH, oFTEN,
AT: i SHOULDN'T OF,,, dISAPPEARED LIKE THAT,
TC: ThAt'S mOtHeRfUcKiNg GrEaT, tAv :o)!
TC: BuT dOn'T kEeP bLaMiNg YoUrSeLf.
AT: sORRY,,,
AT: i NEED TO GO NOW,,,
AT: bYE gAMZEE, }:)
TC: ByE tAvBrO :o).
-adiosToreador [AT] ceased pestering terminallyCapricious [TC]-
This is so ooc it hurts.
... I was going to make a witty comment, but I've forgotten it. Shit.