Just put some ice on it

"… Right." He muttered, eyes narrowing slightly. That was good. No more surprises. “My dear brother hasn’t mentioned me before? Ah, how rude of him. We never really did get along." That was an understatement.

Manic’s brow furrowed slightly. "Oh." He didn’t know his brother had other people living with him. He didn’t think Gore was socially capable of having other people live with him. “Is there anyone else here?" He didn’t want to get caught off guard by any other house guests.

The girl didn’t look like she was much of a fighter. That was good. He could use it to his advantage. Still, looks could be deceiving. Better not let her know that Gore was currently dead on the living room floor.

"Yeah." Gore said, nodding. “Y-yeah, sure. Whatever you want." He stood up, grabbing the empty bowl of soup and the bottle of medicine. “Don’t worry about doing anything today, alright? Just try to get some rest, and I’ll take care of everything else." He shot her a small, gentle smile, before walking away.

"Is that so?" He asked, shooting her a smile. “I’m s-sure you’ll be a wonderful mother." Gore had never had a parent before, or anything vaguely resembling family. Manic was the closest thing he had to a brother, but with his unstable personality and abusive tendencies, it was impossible to hold up a positive relationship.

"Alright, friend." Manic said, with a wide grin befitting of his name. “If you’re really that curious, I guess I have no choice but to spill the beans. Don’t know how happy my dear brother will be about the whole deal. Oh well.

He’s already lied to you more than enough already.

Manic poked Gore in the head a few times with the tip of his boot, frowning. Yep. He was pretty dead, alright. Well there went his source of entertainment for the moment.

Watching the two argue, Gengler found himself wondering just what in the world was going on. Who was this man and what was his problem? But then it clicked together--this was Manic. This was the man Gore had run away from, the one that held him in captivity for who knows how long.

He witnessed in horror as Manic easily gauged his hand into Gore's chest. No. This couldn't be happening. Things were only just starting to look up and the two of them had so much to look forward to--Gore couldn't die now!  In a second, the frail boy was on the floor with Manic's boot pressing onto his skull.

Gengler hadn't even heard the man's introduction. His body was quivering with rage now. Without a word, he quickly pounded a hardened fist into Manic's eye with a hidden strength he hadn't felt in years. "Don't you dare touch him, you lowly scum!"

Manic clearly didn't expect the blow to come when it did; he stumbled backwards, hitting the ground and clutching his eye in obvious pain. "What the fuck?" He hissed, keeping one hand clamped firmly over his face. "I only have one of those. Thanks, asshole. What if I went blind? That'd be a nice introduction. Rude."

He groaned, taking a few moments to compose himself, before getting to his feet again. "Shit. Am I bleeding? Look, am I bleeding?" He opened his eye, giving a few experimental blinks and wincing slightly at the pain. "I don't think I'm bleeding."

“What, he hasn’t told you about me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. “You say you’re his boyfriend, but you don’t…" The man suddenly paused, blinking slowly. “Wait, back that shit up."

"Manic…" Gore began, shooting Gengler a warning glance. “Manic, p-please don’t."

The Greed-ler paid his counterpart no mind, taking a few steps closer and inspecting the man before him. “Ain’t that funny. You say he’s your boyfriend, but you don’t really know shit about him." He clicked his tongue, shooting Gore a disapproving glance. “You lying little shit."

"That’s n-not true." Gore said, shooting him the nastiest glare he could muster. “That’s not true. I did not lie to him. I didn’t lie to anyone."

"So you’re purposefully leaving out information, then."

"No-"

"Because," Manic continued, speaking over the boy with ease, “there’s no way in hell he would want anything to do with you if he knew the whole story. It’s just not possible. No one could love a so-"

“Shư̴̸̢͝t u̶͜͝͝͝p̸̕͞͝!" Gore suddenly snapped, his voice uncharacteristically loud. “Shut the hell up, Manic! You don’t even know what’s going on here. You have no right to do this to me! Why can’t I just be happy without you coming to ruin it all?!"

Manic stared at his counterpart for a few seconds, blinking slowly. “I’m sorry mister whatever the fuck your name is." He said after a short pause, shooting Gengler an apologetic look. “He’s usually much more well-behaved than this."

"ＧＯＲＥ  ＳＨＵＴ  ＴＨＥ  ＨＥＬＬ  ＵＰ，  ＴＨＥ  ＧＲＯＷＮＵＰＳ  ＡＲＥ  ＴＲＹＩＮＧ  ＴＯ  ＨＡＶＥ  Ａ  ＣＯＮＶＥＲＳＡＴＩＯＮ  ＨＥＲＥ～"

Gore turned around, his poker face vanishing in an instant. “G-gengler!" He gasped, eyes going wide. “You have to get out of here. P-please, it isn’t safe when he’s around!"

The newcomer tilted his head to the side slightly, completely ignoring the smaller boy’s frantic pleas. “I could say the same about you. Brother, dear~ ♪" He practically sang, glancing at Gore out of the corner of his eye. “Who the hell is the freak with the eye condition? Don‘t tell me you’ve actually made friends or something."