#bleepo

Superman Family

Art by Chris Weston

“Veevee. I know you care about her, but…”

“She's not herself…”

“It needs help.”

“We don't want you getting hurt.”

“...she wouldn't hurt me.”

“Veevee, seriously. Please don't. I have a very bad feeling—"

“They're right, Vees. You don't understand what's going on.”

“I'm not a child, I—”

“Would ANYONE like to talk about how weird Furlo's been acting.”

Furlo smiles.

“I would.”

“You've been all cryptic, and not to mention you DID steal the journal. I want answers.

“Bleepo, is now really the time?”

“The time is what we make it.

“Veevee. You've been one of Furlo's friends for years, I know you know something's up! Please, just—”

“I was Tibbo's friend too.”

“Veevee, don't—”

“No. I don't know what the %&#% happened between you and Tibbo, but I still care about her. I'm going after it.

“...if you go, I'll go with you.”

“Is that so, Grilbo? Very out of character, considering your… distaste for the crittel.”

“You of all crittels should know how personal this is.”

“True, true…”

“Am I… missing something?”

Furlo smiles at you.

“You are! But don't worry.”

“Hello? Is nobody listening to me? Furlo CLEARLY knows something, and everyone's just ignoring it?”

“For the record, I don't think any of these accusations need to happen anymore. The journal's gone, and Tibbo… it'll calm down eventually.”

Bleepo looks at Binbus with hopeful eyes.

“Binbus?”

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Bleepo and Princess Taria from YaBoiChipsAhoy3

"Tibbo bakes!"

"NO! Noooo, I don't!"

"And I never really did cookies anyway. I made pies and shit."

"I know how to make cheesecake."

"Oh, you've got to see this childhood photo I've got."

Tibbo yanks the book from Furlo.

“No. I've had enough of all of this. Whatever thing is messing with us, it's clearly evil! I'm taking matters into my own paws.”

“Tibbo, don't!”

It is far too late. Tibbo lights a match.

“You're scared of me, right? That's why you all avoid me, don't act like it's not true! Well,” It smiles. “good.”

“Tibbo, I don't, I'm not—”

“You? YOU? You have no right to FUCKING TALK to me! Where were you when everyone left me? You were scared of me then, right?”

“You… you cut me off.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The book goes up in flames. They seem to consume Tibbo as well.

“This won't stop anything.”

“Isn't this a little… extreme?

“Et tu, Blombo? And here I thought you actually liked me.”

“I do, but just… you're not acting yourself.”

“Not acting myself? I'm Tibbo fucking Pinkflame! I'm the rebel, remember? Loyal to none? This is just what I do.”

“Tibbo…”

“I fuck shit up, I burn shit down! I ruin relationships, THIS is my role!”

“Tibs, you're scaring me.”

Tibbo says nothing. Breathes heavily. And runs.

“So the book’s kinda gone, and since you've been working with us on this… thing, I was wondering if you knew anything?”

“The book's gone? What happened?”

“That's what we're trying to—”

“Someone stole it.”

“We don't know that.”

“...You don't.”

Binbus falters, takes a step back.

“What aren't you telling me?”

“It's nothing. We have to go ask Furlo now.”

“Wait, can I join you?”

“...fine.”

“Grilbo, you've been at this for a while now.”

“Yeah. And I have found nothing.”

“...Take a break, maybe? You're just getting frustrated.”

“No! No, no, I can’t. I feel like I'm so close to finding something, you're all counting on me. I… I have to prove it's worth it.”

“Grilbo, it HAS been hours.”

“It'll just take longer if I stop.”

“You really should. You can't just burn yourself out, it's not-”

“Oh, like YOU ever take breaks? Hypocrite.”

“This isn't about me! You're always like this.”

“All I'm saying is that you have no right to ask anything of me when you're always pulling the exact same shit.”

…This is…CLEARLY something personal between them. Maybe he should leave.