BE HAPPY I LOVE YOU GUYS.
Be Diamonds Droog
That's a lot better than those all caps. A lot more classier too, if it were italic, but you're not going to worry about that right now. At this moment, that kid is sobbing his ass off, but you got his attention at least.
'Kid, calm down and stop crying.'
You watch him. He wriggles a little, and whimpers softly.
'Calm...'
To be completely honest, you're not sure as to why you're trying to get him to calm down. All you know is that this kid needs to, and that you're through watching him be beaten around. He looks around now, seeming to be a little dazed. At least he stopped crying.
You drum your fingers around on the dash of the keys, thinking before typing out a command again.
'Good... Stay calm. I don't know what's going on, but you're going to be completely fine.'
Honestly, you're not sure what's gotten into you. You want to help this kid so bad, but you could give less of a fuck if he were to be shot down. So... Why?
"H- Help me-" He cries, "Pleas-2-s-" He pronounces out. You cringe at the lispy 's'. Something about it irritates you. It pisses you off terribly. That lisp.
You begin to type out another command, but then-
"alright son of a bitch" Slick growls, seeming more pissed off than he was earlier. "what is so god damn important that you had to interrupt me in the middle of planning out the attack?!" Your jaw clenches slightly, your fingers curled on the keys.
"Now is not the time to be yelling at me, Slick." You state calmly. You look at him, then point to the screen. "Tell me, what do you see here?"
Slick's attention is turned to the screen, eyes big as he studies it.
Retaliation in 3... 2... 1.
"what the actual fuck is that on the screen? it looks an awful lot like karkat, but i mean damn he's beat to hell!"
"That is Karkat, Slick." You growl a little, "And that insane fuck of a clown he called his 'moirail' made him like this." Slick wasn't too shocked. He was only starring at you confused, and demeaning like.
"so?" He huffed, a hollow chuckle slipping. He's about to tick you over that one line... why? "if the kid can't even fend for himself then what's the use of keeping him. honestly diamonds you need to use that thing you call a brain. you are beginning to act like boxcars, mindless and stupi-aH!" The rest of his words came out in a mix of yelping and cursing.
"Shut the Fuck up, Slick." You growl, holding him by the neck, your gun to his chest. Slick seems to be giving you a surprised, wide eye'd look. "You told me, that one day when you stumbled your pathetic ass in the door you were proud to say you finally achieved something. That was finding someone to carry on your pathetic name. Spades Slick, found his new son. Well now that pathetic runt is having his ass beat and the only thing you can think of is 'Oh well'?!" He cringes and grits his teeth.
"diamonds why the fuck are you so fucking caught up in my business as a parent?!"
"Because I don't want you to make the same god damn mistake that I di-" You freeze, and now you're in shock. What... where...
Slick eye's you surprised as ever as you drop him, and back away. "same mistake as you did?" He was curious. You pointed to the door, and glare at him. "what?"
"Get. Out." You snarled. Slick slowly backs to the door, seeming to be a little confused, but not really intimidated. He stands there, and watches you.
OOOH, I FOUND A GREAT PLOT TWISTER.
ANYWAYS TO EXPLAIN A LITTLE ABOUT THIS MIDNIGHT CREW,
IT'S BASICALLY AN A.U WHERE THE CREW ACTUALLY INTERACT MORE WITH THE TROLL KIDS, AND DO SOME WHAT HELP FOR THEM. NOT REALLY ALL THAT TOUCHY. THEY DO IT SECRETLY SO THE KIDS THINK THAT THEY DID IT ON THEIR OWN.
AND ALSO TO MAKE A LITTLE SENSE AS TO WHY THIS IS DROOG'S POINT OF VIEW AND NOT SICKS, IT'S BECAUSE
1) I LIKE DROOG BETTER
AND
2) DROOG'S BETTER THAN SLICK AT THIS. AND HIS QUIRK IS EASY.