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Characters, status, and their speaking identifiers:
Phoenix — P:// [Active. Can be spoken too]
Caleb — C:// [Inactive]
Bee — B:// [Inactive]
Pepsi — unless tagged as not Pepsi. Pepsi has no identifier and every line like this will just be him speaking. on rare occasions it may be "Pepsi: " [Active. Can be spoken too]
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More descriptive explanations below.
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Pepsi is 5'11". He once was human but multiple trips to hell and experiments on his soul made him a monster of sorts. He is covered in thick, wiry fur that would be soft if anyone convinced him to wash up.
His tail is similar to a cow's but tipped with a spiky barb that contains a small amount of poison that briefly stuns others with immediate pain all over. The effect only last five seconds.
He is able to teleport short distances ~20 feet. He will rarely do so right now as he kinda forgot how to do it. He is very good at inventing things that defy physics and make himself invincinble but he gave that up. Granted he will still make stuff if he's asked by someone he likes.
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He is capable of death but not passing on to the afterlife. His spirit will linger until it can make a new physical form or possesses one. In this state he looks like a human.
Phoenix is an 8' tall robot made by Pepsi and powered by a fusion reactor.
He is capable of multiversal travel and takes delight in destruction.
His soul is a fragment of Pepsi's that became it's own full soul over time and was corrupted by hell. Unable to understand or comprehend it fully, he split his soul in half and threw the parts that confused him away. He is incapable of love and attachment... unless he lets his soul grow to be capable of it
There are millions of decoy Phoenix's in a hivemind with the original one. For being as powerful as he is, he refuses to risk his life unless necessary.
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Frita: Despite our differences he is still my brother. But he's been more quiet than usual.
P:// I wish that bastard was quiet. He's been having a panic attack for nearly five months straight now. If he wasn't an immortal pain in the ass he'd have died from drowning in his own sobs by now. It's annoying too, so much so that I threw him into a stone quarry and covered him in boulders. That's probably why you can't hear him come to think of it.
Frita: Why is he having a panic attack?
P:// I don't ask questions. He's hurt in a way where he won't bother me and I consider that lucky.
Frita: Well, as long as you know where he is. I fear intruding on him will only make him feel worse. Am I a bad sister?
P:// Considering you still put up with him. No. He's a bad brother and an even worse individual. I am biased in your favor in that regard, no hate like self hatred and a piece of that bastard's soul is in me damn him. If it's any consolation I think the Devil visits him from time to time. Makes him feel worse but company is company.
Frita: He really hates himself that much?
P:// Have you noticed everyone he interacts with starts to hate him too? It's deliberate. He can't die permanently and any amount of physical pain barely registers to him. He begged me to torture him in increasingly more gruesome manners until I hit the limit of what I can achieve in life and now he's friends with the literal Devil of this universe. I think he's hoping you'll check in on him if only to make himself more miserable.
Frita: ...Wanna invite Kitty over to my place and we can watch that stupid pirate anime you both got invested in.
P:// Hell yeah. You are turning out to be a really great aunt for her. I'll invite those two other poor bastards Pepsi made care for him as well, if that's alright.
Frita: Go ahead. I need all the distraction I can get.
Airborne and near enough to feel the electricity flow through his body Pepsi realized how dumb it was to lunge towards the throat only seconds after his claws exploded into shrapnel from being overloaded with energy, his fur catching fire, and his blood beginning to boil under his skin. The concussive blast as his bones also shattered from being overloaded sent him hurtling to the ground where he went limp for a few seconds. He forced himself up not even hearing his bones crunch and heaved a sigh of relief
"Damn. Forgot how powerful lightning can be. I should get shocked more often..." He said without even realizing he had spoken. "I failed to get close this time. I actually have to think of an approach that could work on a proper god, not the mortals I've let poke and prod me."
He looks up at Kenny, making his voice slightly louder not knowing if his comments were heard or not
"Any preference or advice on killing you? I clearly did not think before my attempt and that zap made my brain goo for the moment."
He crouches down to get closer to eye level now, sizing up his little foe. Or perhaps eyeballing him with different intentions... It's hard to tell.
"I wouldn't know. No one's ever done it before. I can tell you disemboweling doesn't do the trick, though. Or blood loss."
Despite this, he pulls a small blade from thin air, which he holds out for his attacker to take. Roughly the size of a dagger in his hands, though Pepsi will likely need to wield it as a sword. The metal has some sort of swirling iridescence to it, otherwise it isn't a particularly noteworthy design.
"But you're welcome to try. You'll probably end up like this again, unless I go easy on you."
"Don't go easy, I'm sure I can figure out some trick to atleast keep me from being knocked away"
He grabs the dagger on it's blade and slides his palm to form a deep gash on it and voices two quick chants, his flowing blood glows faintly as first his body gains a metallic aura around it and then the blood flows back in to him, turning into a burning plasma making his veins glow a soft white through his skin. He picks up the dagger proper and drops a silver dollar with a drop of his blood on the ground.
"I think this will atleast. I should be grounded and more like a battery than a weak fuse at any rate. If not there's always something else to try"
he two hands the dagger and takes a natural side guard stance
"Ready when you are, give me a target to aim for."
Of course the god makes no outward attempts to stop him, he asked for this, but he similarly makes no efforts to stop the flow of electricity between them.
His flesh is rather resilient, much to his dismay. It'd be difficult to pierce even with a very sharp blade. However, he's more than happy to let Pepsi try, giggling delightedly at the attempt.
Airborne and near enough to feel the electricity flow through his body Pepsi realized how dumb it was to lunge towards the throat only seconds after his claws exploded into shrapnel from being overloaded with energy, his fur catching fire, and his blood beginning to boil under his skin. The concussive blast as his bones also shattered from being overloaded sent him hurtling to the ground where he went limp for a few seconds. He forced himself up not even hearing his bones crunch and heaved a sigh of relief
"Damn. Forgot how powerful lightning can be. I should get shocked more often..." He said without even realizing he had spoken. "I failed to get close this time. I actually have to think of an approach that could work on a proper god, not the mortals I've let poke and prod me."
He looks up at Kenny, making his voice slightly louder not knowing if his comments were heard or not
"Any preference or advice on killing you? I clearly did not think before my attempt and that zap made my brain goo for the moment."
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Pepsi's head is on a pike and his body is being crushed under a solid wall of tungsten. He's whistling the pokecenter theme and is obviously making no effort to improve his predicament
Paint: Hey man, love the new look. Mind telling me why your reservation in hell has a cat and a hellhound in it. Also why does your soul file read you've been legally married ten times over and never divorced
Pepsi stops whistling and his head slides off the pike as his crushed body inches towards it
I could not answer even if I wanted. All that shit was far too long ago. I only thought I was married to Misty and that ended when our universe died, well, when she died originally and went through her whole mother ant phase. 'Til death do us part and we both died many times y'know.
Paint: How the fuck do you still have a place in Hell is more my question jackass. You're not from here and you sure as shit won't stay dead long enough to be put in it. It's a waste of space in Hell.
You literally asked me why I was married ten times over
Paint: It's a formality and you damn well know it. And wow, not even gonna talk about the pets that should not be there. Like, at all.
It's just Pep and Bullet. I don't think they would be there unless they wanted to. Now can you leave, I need to find another town violent enough to try and kill me brutally and just superstitious enough to keep my existence in whispers. This one left after a week.
Pepsi's head is on a pike and his body is being crushed under a solid wall of tungsten. He's whistling the pokecenter theme and is obviously making no effort to improve his predicament
[Pepsi finishes cooling a sword in oil, drags it out and wipes off the excess, heats it in his hand one more time, and plunges it into his body almost giving the illusion he was a sword swallower. The blood exploding from it's exit at the base of his spine ruins it, and in one swift movement he cleaves himself in half, the sword now glowing the dull red of his blood, with shadows damping the light in flickers of hidden flame. As his body twitches and convulses on the black stained ground, the sword jumps about frantically. His impossible regeneration rejecting this self imposed strike its kill, he staggers to his feet while his body pulls itself together and extends his hand. The sword leaps to it's grasp and answers the grip with a bright flash of crimson fire outlining a black void in the shape of a sword.]
Hm... This feels right. Far better than what any god or blacksmith could make for me. And it's made ov void now, I can shape it to any implement I want.
Now what... I was expecting to be dead a little longer. It seems this weapon didn't want that.
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[Pepsi speaks mildly to himself, ignoring the three metal test fire rods that have impaled his lungs and heart as a lazy metal boulder with spider like legs weaves a web of iron thread over him]
I wonder if I can best Hephaestus in a tech competition now. I probably go to greater extremes to ensure my shit works. Spider, ETA for RFG Orbital Strike
[He ignores the estimate, the robot programmed only as a computer and not a thinking intelligence, taking this step to bypass a safety feature he's not sure why he kept in the base code. He knows when the Rod From God will make impact on him, and is well aware the spider web can only stop the kinetic force but not the half megaton nuclear warhead attached to it.]
Spider, scan for life again.
[He ignores this too but probably shouldn't. He's convinced no one is nearby.]
Unlike most who would never feel the pain, Pepsi felt the heat sear through his body in agonizing frozen time. Atom by atom torn apart and destroyed by alpha, gamma, and beta radiation. He felt his body paint a shadow on the ground beneath him before that too vanished. He felt his immortal curse bring him back over to feel the same pain kill him again and again, every nanosecond dragged on for hours in torturous heat, destruction, and revival. He never can count fast enough how many times he's died or lived, he only knows that he had.
The thing that surprises him is he never feels the concussive lightspeed blast of the explosion nor the immediate shockwave that followed. In all the stopped and slowed time his pain forces him through, the initial death is never felt or acknowledged, it always ends as an afterthought as the searing radiation starts to kill him slower and slower until his body coughs and convulses in the throes of instinct that he still cannot control.
He hates those deaths the most, reminders that he is still something that was made to survive even when he knows death is coming again and again. His body, wretched and mangled, still acts as if it were mortal and nothing else. No matter what he can do to convince himself intellectually he does not back away from death, his body forces him into actions that refuse to allow it. His streak of starvation to keep him at death's door is to punish his accursed instinct. And so too, is the intentional deaths he takes on for his inventions.
As much as he has trained his face to hide this intentional pain he takes on. His eyes are wells of tears begging to let loose their agony and his blank unmoving mouth aches to open in a shout of terror. Deep within he truly feels an innate need to scream out, to cry, to beg for help, but his own seemingly endless time in the void of stars doing just that taught him it was pointless.
And so now, he forces the belief on himself that he is a monster, incapable of emotion save anger and contempt, worthless to be loved. Any intellectual argument from others are met with intentionally deaf ears. He knows deep down that if he lets anyone convince him this belief is not true, he will break and face a pain and shame far worse than whatever hell he can put himself through to reinforce it.
He seeks out others that reinforce his belief, those that make him easy to anger. Those who seek to cause him pain. He pretends to enjoy all of the hell they can put him through, and refuses to let any of them know it is self inflicted torture. Refuses to let them know that he does not believe he is good for anything to them except a tool if they so desire. He keeps throwing his identity beneath the hate filled belief of being a monster. Even knowing others recognize him as a god, he sends the title to the void and gladly accepts his domain is pure Nothingness. It means his forced belief must be right if that is truly what he is. A monster who deserves nothing of the world but pain.
...Ouch. Spider, damage report
[his robotic boulder sized spider lists off endless variables that he listens to intently, ignoring the cracked ribs in his body that are healing wrong and stabbing into his lungs. Almost automatically with the slightest hesitation ripping open his own flesh to break them again and set them to heal right]
Better than I thought. And good that you survived the blast too. Phoenix is gonna hate my plans with you. I should make more dumb bots, testing you is atleast something to drive away boredom
[Pepsi speaks mildly to himself, ignoring the three metal test fire rods that have impaled his lungs and heart as a lazy metal boulder with spider like legs weaves a web of iron thread over him]
I wonder if I can best Hephaestus in a tech competition now. I probably go to greater extremes to ensure my shit works. Spider, ETA for RFG Orbital Strike
[He ignores the estimate, the robot programmed only as a computer and not a thinking intelligence, taking this step to bypass a safety feature he's not sure why he kept in the base code. He knows when the Rod From God will make impact on him, and is well aware the spider web can only stop the kinetic force but not the half megaton nuclear warhead attached to it.]
Spider, scan for life again.
[He ignores this too but probably shouldn't. He's convinced no one is nearby.]
...I could just leave this whole world behind. Leave the universe behind too. I could approach light speed either manually or teleporting to the edge of a black hole. Let time dilation make an instant traversal from now to the end of time as I'm once again torn apart by the singularity. Why do I insist on staying here? My family hates me, the friends I have made are tinged with a noticeable fear of me, and I know the gods could care less with where I go and what I do.
Diet Coke: Hey man, tears are for the sea. Stop this whiny shit on land.
How are you... still you? You went through your own hell to be this monster and
Diet Coke: rude
...And you take it as a blessing
Diet Coke: Dude I've got two dicks, can't drown, and have a sweet moonlight gig outside of the oil cleanup crew I'm on.
You're still human and I don't get it
Diet Coke: You're basically a god but god do you act like a baby. Fucking stop whining and learn to enjoy shit. You're a bummer to be around and it makes it hard to appreciate that sweet bod of yours
I'm not fucking you
Diet Coke: I was under the impression you let any god or monster have fun with you. You talked to me about your escapades with the devil and a few gods. Got me all steamed up for nothing.
You're different
Diet Coke: Why?
...You're this universe's version of me. It feels... wrong
Diet Coke: Oh so monsterfucking and sadomasochism is fine but you draw the line at fucking yourself? You have the most experience fucking yourself over. Besides, I ain't even you. Sure as hell I'd have made a sexbot with the knowledge you have and not put the weird father child strain on them.
...So two dicks huh
Diet Coke: No dude, not now. But call me in like an hour and actually use your phone.
On one condition
Diet Coke: Fucking nerd, ooh look I'm a programmer. Gotta have thens to satisfy my ifs
I might just hatefuck you, you are the only person capable of pushing my buttons
Diet Coke: Promise!?
No
Diet Coke: Darn(he exaggerates a snap). What's the condition
Teach me to relax and enjoy life again mr. go with the flow
Diet Coke: The devil ain't doing it for ya? Yeah I can help. nice attempt at a joke too but it sucked
It's not that he can't, I just need more perspectives than a guy who was self isolated and gods that care more for domain than mortal appreciations
Diet Coke: you think Lucifer is down for a threesome
I...
Diet Coke: Come on, you knew I was gonna ask
...fuck it, call you in an hour. And if he does show up with me, call him Paint.
Diet Coke: I will be severely disappointed if you can't get him but I will understand
[Pepsi teleports onto the moon and stares back down at the ocean sandbar he just left]
"No contact for a while and that's the first thing you say?"
?: Oh we've had plenty of contact~ My time with you only recently ended and hot damn did I love it. We should do it again sometime soon. After you go back and experience the rest of it that is. What I want to do next to you needs you to be prepared. Anyways you should eat a star.
"Why should I eat a star?"
?: Because you can and it will give you power above my own.
"I stopped giving a damn about power a while ago. You know this."
?: It's not about the lust for power, it's about making you a proper divine over your domain. You should eat a black hole.
"A black hole now? I fear that'd eat me before I could eat it, if I even could eat any celestial object."
?: You had your fill of my celestial objects Mr. Grimm~
"I should go back and enjoy myself... Maybe after this talk. How do I go about eating stars and such?"
?: You've separated yourself from time and bound yourself to it simultaneously. In a similar vein you have to think of where the star or black hole is, surround it with your all encompassing nothing, and absorb it into the nothing. Don't destroy it, feel it pass into your domain and make it part of that nothingness. You'll find you can pull anything that has passed into nothing out of it. That's part of your divine purpose.
"There has to be more to it than that. Why else do you want me to eat a star?"
?: ...I may have made a few gifts. I know you said you can't love anyone proper anymore. But I can look past feelings that won't be returned. We're in this immortal life until my universe dies and I with it. I just want to live as eternally as you.
"Bagel... You know you'll only find heartbreak and sorrow with this pursuit. I'm no good for yours or anyone else's love and I hate any pity towards me."
Bagel: I know. Yet it is simply impossible for me not to try even with its certain failure. I do not seek your love, only to love you as much as I wish you had been loved... It is one sided and that is fine. If you could love me I would not be so enamoured as I am. And I'd hate not knowing the extent to which I could devote myself to another for. Besides I still get to fuck you.
"...What are the gifts?"
Bagel: I can't tell them all, you'll have to discover that on your own. What I can say is that I figured out ways to break you out of your anhedonic nature. I found pieces of your past and soul to fix the fractured human spirit in you. More than I have mended it already with previous attempts and providing Paint as your confidant... Do you accept atleast those gifts alone?
"...Prior to meeting you I'd have thought such a thing impossible. But you've steadily and patiently proved me wrong. I will accept those gifts as well as the others you've hidden in stars."
Bagel: I only deal with what is possible, you are the one capable of the impossible. And hot damn do I love a little impossibility~
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Fria: Fuck me your still alive err undead? Existing. You still exist?
Misty: How'd you pick up on me being undead? I thought my human guise worked well enough to fool anyone?
Frita: You smell of death and incomprehensible age. You were dragged here by accident weren't you?
Misty: I do not know. If I was than it was because of your brother tampering even more with natural forces. I don't even know how or why I became this.
Frita: The vampiric life sucks, pardon the pun. I don't think he'd turn you into one on purpose. I don't think he could. Enough of him though, bastard's not worthy of gossip unless you're close enough that you can deck him square in the jaw. How have you been, aside from the whole vampire thing?
Misty: Hungry, cold, and lonely. I can't bring myself to drink human or animal blood. I just hate to hurt anyone... How do you do it?
Frita: Well I was never a vampire
Misty: No that's not what I meant. Drawing blood from others... I know you do it for some of your magic
Frita: I haven't had a need for that cheat magic for a while now. And when I did I used my own blood. But if your asking how to kill without remorse, give up the part of your humanity that cares about life.
Misty: I won't. And despite my hunger, I physically can't.
Frita: You tried?
Misty: Once. You know how the smell of a bakery tantalizes your tastes for any bread, that's what I feel when I hear the throb of heartbeats. Yours is, if I could kill and drink your blood I imagine it'd be a three course meal of exquisite delicacy. But yes, when I tried I had succeeded in draining the blood of a goat but it felt like I was on fire. A temporary pain that I do not wish to feel again despite how good it felt to have a full stomach afterwards.
Frita: I have no say in pain anymore, I've lived long enough and have been stupid enough to endure the worst pains over and over... Hell, losing my status as a god hurt more than any fire or torture could have because it stripped the safety of my identity and made me aware of just how weak I truly am... But you never experienced the typical trauma a vampire transformation would cause. I don't blame you for living long and still fearing pain, I envy it in fact.
Misty: I had been meaning to ask why you're a fox. I only recognized that orange dress of yours and nothing else.
Frita: Stripped of my previous divinity, made into a creature of its domain. I angered a god I shouldn't have, and I can't ask forgiveness because their realm is in another universe. My knowledge from when I was a god damn near makes me a minor deity so I can't be too angry.
Misty: ...Does that mean you can't help cure me?
Frita: No. Even if I was a god I couldn't cure you. The natural order has been tampered with and you are part of it just as much as I am bound by magic. Despite our own knowledge, this universe only sees and knows you as vampire through and through. According to it, there was nothing before you were a vampire. Never were you Misty the human, kind and caring soul to all and a mother.
Misty: You remember her!?
Frita: I was her aunt, of course I remember Ariel... Same can't be said for my own daughter. No one remembers her name or face, only that she existed and no longer does.
Misty: I'm sorry...
Frita: ...are you still hungry?
Misty: Yes?
Frita: The pain of feeding came because you chose an old goat with an illness. I know this because you're the type to choose suffering animals over healthy ones am I right?
Misty: He only had three legs and was wheezing. poor thing couldn't graze properly
Frita: And you suffered for it. I may not be able to cure you of vampirism but I can help sate its hunger which should keep you warm.
Misty: How?
Frita: I'll let you drain me dry. I just have to set up a few spells first.
Misty: But I don't want to kill you.
Frita: You won't. I'm a creature of magic and the spells I make will tether my soul to my body and make it so a drop of my blood will revive me. Another will force my bone marrow to work overtime to replenish lost blood as I'm revived. And, to be fully honest, I don't think I can truly die. Some way or another, I'll live. You get quite the treat too, my blood is ambrosia. A divine feast for a damned soul.
Misty: ...I won't feel pain right?
Frita: You shouldn't, and if you do I can assure you it will be more similar to an itch than a fire. Are you ready?
Misty: You haven't cast any spells?
Frita: I don't need verbal commands, most of what I can do is more telekinetic movement of magic than the ordering of it through words or actions.
[Frita offers her neck and Misty takes a tentative bite before pulling away and licking the drops of blood off her teeth]
Frita: How cute, a love bite. Don't be flustered, I quite enjoy being bitten
Misty: Shut up. Fuck you taste good. Are you certain I can kill you, if I drink more I won't be able to stop.
Frita: I admit the prospect scares me, but god do I look forward to it. Bite my neck with a steel grip, drain me until I'm lightheaded and kill me slow. Give in to your nature
[Misty bites hard down on Frita's neck and Frita gasps first from shock and pain and then lets out a small happy whimper and she hugs Misty. Misty gorges herself on Frita's blood, unable to control herself. Feasting until Frita's arms loosen the hug and then she lays her down before killing Frita. She stands back up, full and warm, and watches the lifeless corpse expecting it to move.]
Misty: Frita...
[Frita rematerializes behind her]
Frita: That was awesome holy shit... No more booze for me, I'll be your personal meal from now on god damn
P:// I know I beat you into a bloody pulp but you deserved it.
"I always do... Fuck it, what do you have?"
P:// That friend of yours, Bismol. He made a bad batch of moonshine, it'll blind the fuck out of regular humans. 190 proof.
"Sounds fun! Pour me a glass"
P:// So you really have changed... It's weird to hear excitement from you. Of course it could only be the devil that can change you.
[He throws a jug to Pepsi filled with the moonshine and Pepsi catches it]
"He uh... he did play a part."
P:// You have more to say?
[Pepsi chugs a quarter of the jug with a bit of strain before speaking again]
"Listen. I'm sorry. For everything. But it wasn't just Paint that's making me say that... I snapped when you mentioned Ariel. I thought I had terrified you. I am glad you still had it in you to beat the shit out of me.
P:// You are avoiding a more interesting conversation giving me such fucked up praise. I won't follw that tangent.
"It wasn't just Paint. It was his own creator. The antithesis to my realm of divinity. And it was their doing in setting me on a path I had long deviated from... We only had a conversation and I may have fornicated with them or I might still be doing so."
P:// Stop trying to deviate. I don't like hearing about the fucked up sex you have.
"...It's not like I can talk to Frita or Bee and you know damn well Caleb doesn't care. You're my only friend."
P:// Oh yeah, sure, the robot you made that hates your guts.
"I mean it. You're the only honest bastard I know. Paint, while I am his confidant, I cannot confide any of my thoughts or emotions to him without a very annoying interrogation of my words and a willingness to enact chaos on my behalf that I did not ask for. You are simple, to the point, and know me best... It's why you let me ramble at times even with your supposed hatred and ability to rip my jaw clean off."
P:// ...
"The point is, I was being trained in my own divinity by the very concept of its antithesis and I... Our souls are healed, fully. I'm certain you have noticed a wane in your anger, though you attribute it to parenting Kitty and wanting to be better than me as a father. The burden of regret lays heavy on a soul that can no longer ignore it.
P:// I was laying into you pretty hard and you have had a lethal amount of moonshine. Is your brain finally rotted?
"And yet I'm the only one you can truly harm aren't I? You know there's no long term consequence in doing so. You couldn't bring yourself to hurt Frita or anybody else if you wanted to, could you?"
P:// This is not an interrogation of my character and if you turn it into one I will replace your skeleton again and... and... ...hm. I suppose I have stopped considering harm upon others through you. Proceed.
"I think I was depressed. I think I still am, but I'm getting better. I'm starting to look for purpose again. I'm starting to remember why I learned guitar and other frivolous arts as a human. I think I'm becoming more human, more... More me. I have hated who I am for literal uncountable spans of time. I still think I deserve hell. Hell does not want me though, it thinks I've suffered more than enough."
P:// It took you this long to figure out you're depressed? What, did you think you were a glutton of pain for fun? I know you've hidden how much torture truly puts you through hell, it's why I still do it when you think it does nothing for you anymore.
"..."
P:// You can't hide pain from me, I think you've forgotten how I was designed and the original intent behind my programming.
"I have but yes, it did take me this long. Because until recently, I fully believed I was still in Hell. That all the bad things that happened were deserved. That you were a demon mocking my creations. That if I ignored pain and suffering it would eventually be far too normal to consider. That if I was the only one hurting that it would not matter to anyone else... But that isn't true. And it hurts to know it. And... And I've wasted so much time by doing nothing about any of those I still feel guilt for hurting. I have done nothing for those I could still help or can come to help in the future. It's why Ariel's name sent me in a frenzy... I was a dad who let his daughter die and be forgotten. I am a dad, who would rather his sons hate him than ever feel love for him. I am a monster for wanting to be hated like one..."
P:// ...
"I know you won't pity me Phoenix, it's why you're my friend. I have hurt you and your siblings, and for the longest time you were the only part of me smart enough to feel angry about it. But now you have your own soul, wholly yours."
[Pepsi chugs the rest of the moonshine and his eyes turn a glowing white as he loses his vision]
P:// God I wish I could get drunk too... Meet me at Peeps and Bis's place tomorrow. I need. No. Kitty needs your help building a motorcycle. I got the frame built but wiring and connections isn't my specialty d-... Pepsi.
"This moonshine is good, wish I could get drunk too. And Phoenix... Bring Bee and Caleb, you've been mad at me about them for a while now. I'm not sure I can get them fixed as you would like, but anything is better than nothing right?"
P:// Yes. 'Anything' is better than Nothing. Goodbye.
