"Purp, your cousin's about to kill their boss!" Red shouted.

"Relax. Silver can't fight for shit." Purple said.

"Experience?"

"Nah, they tried wrestling my dad before he left and lost within seconds."

"Damn."

"And besides," Green pointed at the boss in question, who was trying to grab Silver with a rope. "I think their boss has it covered. Their getting their ass beat."

"Deserved." Yellow grumbled.

Silver was roughly thrown towards the others, who jumped back in shock.

"Back down, Victim!" They shouted. "You are not going to win this, and you know it!"

Victim did not. "What do you know? The only way you know to solve conflict with a fight is verbally!"

Purple flinched. He had a point.

"Oh, really?"

Victim smacked his lasso onto the ground again. "Calm down, Silver. You need to remember what you are here for."

The sudden temptation to throw Purple into the situation bit into Silver like a rabid animal. They gave in. "Yeah. To uphold my family."

In one swift motion, they snatched Victim's lasso and wrapped it around Purple's waist. Gripping it tightly, they slammed him into a wall.

"Silver, what the fuck?!" Purple shouted.

"It was you."

"What?! What the hell are you talking about?!"

"It was you who made him abandon the family!"

Okay, now they were just being silly. "Okay, Silver, we went through this...more times than I wanted to. You are being manipulative and trying to blame someone for something that was the result of someone's own actions! How the fuck can you not get that into your head?!"

"Because you and your w-"

"I fucking dare you to finish that insult."

Green resisted the urge to start laughing. Purple may have been pinned to a wall, but he was clearly winning the battle.

Silver, meanwhile, took it as a challenge. "You and your whore mother-"

The lasso was thrown back in their face.

"Call my mother a whore one. More. Fucking. Time." He growled.

"Or else what?" Silver challenged again.

"I will stab you." Purple's hand brushed the satchel, holding his blades and pocket knife.

"Oh, really?" Silver mocked. "Oh, I'm so scared!"

Purple's hand clutched the knife handle tighter. He was so fucking close to following through with that threat.

"Oh, I'm gonna get stabbed! What's he gonna do, throw a fuckton of kitchen knives at me!" Silver cackled.

That gave Purple an idea. His hand moved around the bag, trying to find the rest of the blades he'd shoved in there.

Grasping them in his hand, he pulled them out.

"Thanks for the idea, Silver." He said, barely loud enough for them to hear, and tossed the blades at them.

Silver dodged each one. "Awww, the little baby gonna attack me?"

Green nudged Second. "So we're just gonna stand here and probably let Purple get his ass kicked?"

Second took glances at the other three friends, who each took fighting stances.

"King, do you think you and your friend can get Chosen out of there?" Second pointed to the white box Chosen was inside.

"You got it, kid."

Second and the others didn't waste a second jumping into battle alongside Purple.

Silver, as predicted, was not expecting Purple to have backup.

"The fuck?! That's cheating!"

Purple calmly picked up his blades. "It's not cheating if it was never a game." He said nonchalantly.

"Like father, like son, am I right, buddy?" Silver said, throwing Red off of them. "You've got that attitude in you. I saw it during that interrogation. You've got your dad's attitude and your mother's wit. Just like your family."

"Shut up. I'm doing just fine."

"Oh, please, a twelve year old was doing just fine being a servant to some egotistical maniac? I'm surprised you've survived the last three years."

"Of course you are. Nobody in your stupid family came to help, so what was I supposed to do? Move to another city? Kill myself?! What kind of person are you?!"

"Now, now, they're your family too."

"YOUR NOT MY FAMILY!" Purple screamed.

"Why? Because we abandoned you? Because we thought you were weak and worthless?! Because the entire family thought it better for you guys to just die anyway?! God, your dad was doing something right for himself! You and your whore mother were holding Navy back from being something he could be worth living for! And here you are, turning this around on my uncle like he was acting like an asshole?!"

"BECAUSE HE WAS! You weren't there, Silver! You don't know what me and my mother went through! We were abused in more ways than you can think of! I was thrown into a wall so often, every moment felt like my ribs were going to fucking break! He stormed out on us! All of us! Because he thought all of us were weak and undeserving of life! Be grateful that I'm still alive eight years later because I knew that I had a life worth living for! This is you eight years later! Defending an abuser and, if things had gone any more south, a murderer! You're defending your uncle, who walked out on all of us! How long has it been since you heard a word from the asshole?!"

Silver flinched. "Eight years..."

"Exactly! And your defending him when he walks out on you just like he walked out on me! Wow, you really are his sister's daughter."

Silver snarled. "Your whore mother-"

"Call my mother a whore one more fucking time, I will stab you." Purple snarled.

"You and your mother are just victims of manipulation. You were manipulated." Silver said simply.

It was taking all of Purple's willpower not to go through with his threat.

"The hell are you talking about?" He seethed.

"Your father manipulated you into believing that you were being abused."

Now Purple wanted to fulfill his threat. The hell were they on about?

"No the fuck he was not. You should have seen how we were afterwards. I almost broke numerous bones being thrashed around by that pitiful excuse of a father. My mother suffered the same. We were bruised beyond imaginable belief, and none of you came to help us. I'm surprised mother thought of you guys as family still, even after that. Hell, she expected one of you to take me in after she died."

Silver glared at him. "We tried.."

"Did you?! If you had tried, as you claim you did, would I be here right now, better off than I ever have been, happier than I was before the abuse started, and with friends?! Would I have a guardian who wouldn't hurt me, who swears on his life to protect me, who treats me like I'm a person who deserves to live and be happy?! Or would I be here, working alongside you as a husk for a tyrannical maniac who wants an innocent man?"

"Now, Chosen is not innocent-"

"You sure? Because with how your acting, it seems like your trying to perform your family's trait of guilt tripping. Turning everything around so it's someone else's fault, and not yours." Purple asked, most of his statements laced with as much sarcasm as he had left.

"Now, listen here, you little-"

"Whoreson? Worthless, weak, pathetic brat? Are those the statements about to come out of your mouth?" Purple was already reaching for his knife. He was thankful they hadn't taken his stuff.

Also surprised at how stupid they were for not. He had just threatened to stab Silver five minutes ago, and nobody had the nerves to even comment on it.

Jesus, these guys were stupid. What did they think he had in there?

Silver spluttered. "Now, listen."

"No, I think I've heard enough. Now, King, my friends, and I are leaving. And you and your stupid little plot are going to leave me and my family alone."

"But-"

"No." The word was bit out. Purple stared at Silver with a hardened glare. "Don't even try it. You and the people you love are nowhere close to family to me. King and the others are my family, not you."

"You've got your orange friends intelligence too!" Silver continued. "Man, you two really are a found family."

Purple knew they were talking about King. "Leave King out of this."

"What're you gonna do, stab me?"

"I might." His hand hovered over his pocket knife. He could stab them. But what good would it do?

"Then go ahead and do it! Unless your such a coward that your gonna chicken out of it!"

Silver's hand hovered over a button, and Purple's heart seemed to drop.

A part of him knew something terrible would come out of that.

Victim spoke suddenly. "Silver, please. For starters, this boy is your family. Secondly, this benefits nobody. Numerous people will die if you push that button."

"The box will survive," Silver spat. "Besides, there will be the standard sixty second timer for escape. It's not like everyone will die."

"Silver, don't do it."

"Who's gonna stop me?"

Purple clutched the knife, flicking it open and stepping forward, not yet releasing it from his bag but tightening his grip. "I will."

Silver chuckled. "Aww, that's cute!"

Purple growled. A flicker of red flew past his vision. It was too bright to be Red.

Silver released their hand from above the button, taking slow, expecting steps towards Purple, a dangerous glint in their eyes. "Bring it, you little brat."

The red flicker from before jumped from the rafters, and Silver quickly ducked into the box, knowing who it was. The red figure gave chase, and Purple followed suit.

By that time, Chosen had been out and recuperating from whatever had just happened, and within seconds, time slowed down.

Numerous people in that room knew who the red figure was once cloaking on the box had been disabled and it had been shut.

Purple spoke what most of them already knew.

"The Dark Lord?"