Hey, I'm on your side.

You think you're so much better than me, don't you?

Stop looking at me like that.

We're on the same side now, whether you like it or not.

I'd rather die than work with you.

You're the last person I wanted to see today.

Don't you dare act like you care about me now.

I know what you did. I know everything.

You've always been my enemy, but you've never been my equal.

Why does it feel like you're the only one who actually sees me?

I don't trust you. I'll never trust you.

You're insufferable, you know that?

We can't keep doing this—pretending we don't feel it.

I've spent half my life trying to destroy you.

God, I want to hate you so badly right now.

You make me want to scream.

I didn't save you because I like you. I saved you because I had to.

We're not friends. We'll never be friends.

You don't get to be vulnerable with me now, not after everything.

I've imagined killing you a thousand different ways.

Why do you always have to be right?

I hate how much space you take up in my head.

You're my rival, not my—whatever the hell this is.

Don't touch me. Don't you fucking dare.

I know you better than anyone, and that's the worst part.

You've ruined me for anyone else, and I hate you for it.

I'd burn the world down before I let you win.

You look at me like I'm the villain, but you're no hero either.

I can't do this. I can't want you and hate you at the same time.

You're the only person who's ever challenged me.

Stop pretending you don't feel this too.

I've never wanted to throttle someone and hold them this badly before.

We're going to regret this in the morning.

You think you know me? You don't know anything.

I didn't mean to fall for you. This is a mistake.

You make me feel like I'm losing a battle I didn't even know I was fighting.

I swore I'd never let you get close to me.

Why does fighting with you feel better than being happy with anyone else?

You're dangerous. To me. To everything I've built.

I hate that you're the only one who makes me feel alive.

This thing between us—it's toxic. We're toxic.

You've always been the thorn in my side. Now you're under my skin.

You betrayed me once. How do I know you won't do it again?

I've spent years building walls to keep you out.

We're playing with fire here, and we both know it.

You're my competition, my nemesis, my—fuck, I don't even know anymore.

"It was...I don't...really know how it happened..."

The music stopped, the feeling of magic in the air vanished, the only trace that something had changed was the outfit she still was wearing. And thankfully with the oversized hat Gangle hid her face. She didn't want him to see her, to see her like this, she looked so stupid. A grown woman pretending to be an anime girl. It was so pathetic right?

"I was...trying something out...I felt...a strange sensation...then I...imagined a...song as magic words...my dance as the movements...and belief as the catalyst...and then it happened..."

Gangle couldn't lie to Jax she was far too afraid to. So she simply stated what happened as simply as she could. She didn't know the implications nor did she want to think on them. Because if it was possible for the players to create things like Caine did then...

Wait, didn't Jax have his keys? Where had they come from? That was something Gangle never understood but with what she did just now. It wasn't the same but had he created those keys? If so then why?

"You...have your keys right? Did you...make them?"

His eyes narrow the moment she mentions his keys, a grin turns to a sneer before he shuts his eyes in a matter-of-fact manner and tone as he crossed his arms again.

"Hey. My keys and how I acquire them is highly confidential information, and I really hate to be the one to break it to ya but that's a level of clearance you just haven't achieved, it's strictly on a need to know basis and you, will never need anything from me, got it?!" There was no way he was about to open up, bring down any of his walls and divulge his mysterious ways of getting in and out of anywhere he pleased. That was his key-dynamic to carry and tap into as he saw fit and if he didn't feel like explaining it to anyone else he wasn't going to, maybe if he felt like bragging some time, he would end up pouring out over some of the details of how he conjured them but so far, today was not about to be that day!

"I'm the only one who's allowed to need anything around here and what I need right now is for you to quit dodging my question and explain why Caine let you get some little fantasy playtime all to yourself right up on this stage. Where is he? Is he behind the stage?" Eyes open again, surveying the area, he began an approach as though he was ready to fully inspect the stage.

It wasn't even that he didn't believe her so much as he was enjoying rattling her up after seeing her so elated and—empowered only moments before. On some level he knew she was too intimidated and afraid of him finding out or otherwise knowing when she was lying that she wouldn't dare risk lying. The one thing contradictory to that was him not wanting to accept what she was saying and wanting to be right about Caine being the one creating all of the special effects he'd just witnessed because the ribbon-girl could never, could she? No, he was going to deny it as hard as he possibly could, if he had to call out for Caine for hours, he'd stick to denying it, ten-toes down! {six toes? how many did he have last he checked? Bah, who cares, what mattered was how many he had today!}

you really don't hear yourself when you talk, do you?

i don't know who you think you are, but it's not impressive.

you love playing the victim when it's convenient.

don't look at me like that. you made this choice.

you always say that, and it's never true.

i'm tired of pretending you don't know exactly what you're doing.

funny how it's always someone else's fault.

you don't get credit for almost doing the right thing.

i trusted you, and that was my mistake.

you don't listen, you just wait for your turn to talk.

say it again, slower this time, maybe you'll hear how stupid it sounds.

you don't get to rewrite what happened just because it hurts.

you're not misunderstood, you're just wrong.

i don't owe you patience.

you love control more than you love honesty.

stop acting so surprised, this was always coming.

you really think that excuses what you did?

you don't get to be angry about consequences.

i expected better from you, and that's on me.

you're exhausting, and it's not charming anymore.

every apology you give sounds rehearsed.

you only care when it affects you.

you don't actually want the truth, you want validation.

don't pretend this is about concern.

you cross lines and call it curiosity.

you never ask how i feel, you just assume.

you're cruel when you're cornered.

i see right through the act.

you confuse confidence with arrogance.

you just don't know when to stop.

you keep pushing until something breaks.

you don't get to play innocent here.

you really thought i wouldn't notice?

you always need an audience.

i don't recognize you when you're like this.

you're not brave, you're reckless.

you say you're honest, but you're just mean.

you enjoy this more than you admit.

don't flatter yourself, i stopped believing you a long time ago.

you don't fight fair, you fight to win.

you're not protecting yourself, you're attacking me.

you keep confusing silence for forgiveness.

why do you make everything a competition?

you don't get to decide what hurts me.

you act like being hurt gives you permission.

you only hear what supports your narrative.

you don't respect boundaries, you tolerate them.

you always push until i snap.

is this the part where i'm supposed to feel sorry for you?

you keep calling it honesty like that makes it noble.

you enjoy being cruel when you think you're justified.

you've been waiting to say that, haven't you?

i know you always choose pride over people.

you don't know how to back down.

you don't listen when the answer isn't what you want.

you treat everyone like they're disposable.

after what you did, you don't get to talk about loyalty.

you always take more than you give.

you never stop to think who gets hurt.

you only care when you're exposed.

you don't know how to sit with discomfort.

you poke until something bleeds.

you love being right more than being kind.

you don't know when enough is enough.

you keep digging and wonder why you're alone.

you don't see people, you see leverage.

no, you don't get to speak for me.

you twist everything until it suits you.

you don't actually care about the truth.

you always need the last word.

you don't know how to be gentle.

you don't care who you hurt if it proves a point.

stop calling it honesty like it absolves you of anything.

you don't know how to lose gracefully.

you don't fight fair, you fight dirty.

you make everything personal.

you don't know how to let things go.

the truth is, you just enjoy tearing people down.

you don't care how this affects anyone else.

how convenient, you only show empathy when it benefits you.

you don't see how far you've crossed the line.

you always think you're justified.

you don't know how to stop hurting people.

don't act like you actually want answers.

you always think you're the smartest one in the room.

you care about winning.

A "What-if" scenario on if the abstracted characters could "De-Abstract". I personally like the idea of abstraction being more permanent as it gives it a sense of finality, but I can't help but admit that the idea of De-Abstraction is a comforting thought, lol. Of course, I believe it also wouldn't be without consequences.

The idea for abstraction scars having a sort of 'crystal-like' appearance came from the animiniz in the Glitch store. Not sure I'll get any of them, but I love how they look.

Some head canons I like for de-abstraction:

They are more sensitive to light or bright areas, and maybe prefer the dark like abstractions. Maybe after too much time in the light they become overwhelmed. Caine made them a 'quiet' room to help them settle.

Maybe Caine makes them special sunglasses to better deal with light.

When they're agitated, their scars flare up and spike.

Maybe they're even more susceptible to re-abstracting when isolated for too long.

They're almost chronically tired.

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