YOU FORGOT ME

A bony fist gathered itself in the front of Arthur’s jacket and lifted, heat so intense as he got eye to eye that the human among them might just burst into flames as well.

He wanted to talk. Fine. He could talk.

“What more needs to be talked about, ARTHUR? I think you made yourself pretty clear when you pushed me off that cliff so you could get with Vivi.”

“I know you were making googly eyes behind my back. I just thought you’d be more UP FRONT and not stoop so low as to MURDER.”

              He let out a yelp as he was lifted, squirming a bit oh so not used to this sort of thing! He gulped soft and let out a whine before he tried to pull himself up to be able to speak, was that what he thought?

‘ I’m NOT with Vivi, I never made those sort of eyes behind your back! And you should know me better, I am your best friend! I didn’t even know you were dead, all I remember was feeling sick, that night… then, not being myself, and waking up with my arm ripped off! ’ He squeaks out.

With another howl, Lewis whirled and threw Arthur, not caring where he landed. Only that he threw him with all his might, all his anger and emotion. Heart beating wildly on his chest, cracks still spiderwebbing across it. Almost... as if it were threatening to break.

But Lewis didn’t care, couldn’t care. Not when the man that had killed him stood alive and well, right in front of him.

Lewis is quick to ignite, his howl of anger, rage and betrayal loud on the wind. Following Arthur, seeming to emanate from all directions. In front? Behind? All around? It didn’t matter, only that Arthur knew he couldn’t get away.

“YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID.”

DAMMIT! He did not want things to end like this, a friend he thought was a friend for a long time … wait, that’s right it’s Lewis! Did he not see? Did he not remember? It was fuzzy for him as well but he flinches and holds his arms up in surrender, the mechanical one shorting out here and there still making him flinch at the sparks.

He wanted to talk. Fine. He could talk.

“What more needs to be talked about, ARTHUR? I think you made yourself pretty clear when you pushed me off that cliff so you could get with Vivi.”

“You can’t hash it right now? I’m shocked, look at me SHOCKED! You look fine to me, Broccoli.”

V wouldn’t pretend to understand what Splatter had been through, and he wasn’t entirely sure he cared. But one thing was for sure, Splat didn’t seem eager for a fight anymore.

Vendetta, at that point, felt robbed.

“C'mon, you can’t just have some fun with a lil’ sparring match? It’ll be fun–”

Leave or apologize, neither would happen as the pink ghost surged forward, his own fists curled with flame. Several rapidfire punches, up close and personal. Knowing damn well he’d get sent flying again but not caring. He was already dead, what else could happen?

The yellow heart at his lapel pulsed wildly, excited at the prospect of a proper fight.

     That mocking tone from the other Lewis was curling the anger deep inside of Splatter Lewis. It was insulting! And yet at the same time, the green haunt had deigned to give him a chance. To leave, let the embers of conflict subside and calm. Sure if this had been a friendly spar, it would be different. But the situation that he was in, mentally and emotionally, was not conducive.

                                “Sparring would be better than what my soul and curse demand of me. Please, I’m begging you, leave-”

      A rush of pink and purple came at Splatter Lewis, and he jerked backwards. Too late however, punch after punch slamming into his chest and face over and over. Leaving bits of ash and smoke from the flames ignited with each contact. Sparks of pinks and limes brightening from every single one. Like sparks or fireworks of pain and fighting.

                               “Please!” Another punch. “Stop!” Another. And another. “Don’t-” Slam, punch, whack. “This isn’t a good time-” No matter how much he begged. “Please, Lewis, Stop!”

      The undead allowed each and every hit to make contact. Almost hoping it would take him down, knock him out, anything! But the power boiling deep down was too much. Lewis wasn’t strong enough-

      Images went through Splatter Lewis’s mind in that moment. Memories of Vivi, Rainboo, Pompadour, Arthur’s, Lucan, Lance, Kia, the Peppers, Louise, Other Lewis’s, and so many more. Every single face and memory that went across his thoughts was accompanied by bitterness, anger, fear, turmoil, and self loathing. Followed, by nothing but rage.

                                           “ENOUGH!”

          One hand launched out, slamming a fist into the other’s chest, followed by grabbing hold of the suit, and perhaps a rib or two. He did not care. The unnatural heat coming off him skyrocketing. Plants near by withering near immediately, and black char marks left upon the very dirt. He lost count of how many blows he had taken. Parts of his suit burnt and rumpled, imprints of fists left all over.

                                 “And I hoped you were B̀͜͞è͟t̶̵te̷̷r͘. Than me.”

Maybe he had been an immovable object, maybe he had heen better about his power levels.

Yeah, and maybe V was from Mars.

Tumbling head over heels in the air, it took a moment for the pink ghost to right himself, hands outstretched to catch himself. Hovering a moment, his skull cocked aside. Just watching. Floating there, hovering.

"Seems you finally lost your cool--"

Which may or may not have been a bad thing, not even noticing the small crack spiderwebbing up the side of his heart.

"And whazzat tell ya? If you can't take a fun sparring match easily, what happens when you get inna fight with Viv? You gonna throw her to the stratosphere too?"

His laugh was cut short by the returning punch, sending him flying.

Though as soon as he caught his breath, he continued laughing. Even if the chuckles were intertwined with wheezing coughs.

“Wow, Greenie, you really don’t fuck around, do ya?”

Standing in the rubble of the tree he’d demolished – splintered, even – in his landing, Vendetta would’ve grinned if he could. Splatter? letting loose? Color him shocked!

Well. Not really. His own fists igniting, brushing green bits of fire from his shoulder. This was going to be fun.

“Knew you weren’t as above-it-all-un-fuckin’-touchable as you preached. One playful punch and you straight snap. Telling, ain’t it? Least now you’re down to clown.”

@splatterlewis con’t

      Watching his alternate be sent flying by that punch alone was an interesting event for the green haunt. A feeling of satisfaction came with it, yes, but as did a strange lingering emotion of regret. 

       However, when the other began to speak, it made the dead man need to pause. The flames around his fist sizzling away rather quickly. Did he truly want to get into a fight with his counter part? After a few seconds of thought, no, he did not. But that did not stop the way his violent side had been triggered. The back of his skull spiraling, the anger, desperation, perhaps even jealousy, burning in him. The broken bits of whatever remained of him and his curse bubbling wildly within his soul.

                              “I give you this chance… Apologize and leave, or just walk away without apologizing, I don’t care… Give me time to cool down. I’m- Not entirely ‘okay’ right now. And I do not want to be pushed to break you, Vendetta. So. This is your one chance. Leave and come back later…”

V wouldn't pretend to understand what Splatter had been through, and he wasn't entirely sure he cared. But one thing was for sure, Splat didn't seem eager for a fight anymore.

Vendetta, at that point, felt robbed.

"C'mon, you can't just have some fun with a lil' sparring match? It'll be fun--"

Leave or apologize, neither would happen as the pink ghost surged forward, his own fists curled with flame. Several rapidfire punches, up close and personal. Knowing damn well he'd get sent flying again but not caring. He was already dead, what else could happen?

we’re just playin babe, don’t worry bout it

With a laugh, Vendetta cocked his head aside.

Now I have something you have to see

     They put something inside of me

         The eyes are red and it shines all black

               I don’t think I’ll be coming back

Indie Lewis Pepper of Mystery Skulls Animated

     Haunted by Plane