"Don't blame me. Blame the state fairs."

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Eyes widened at the absolute horrific sight presented before him by Thad, recoiling in disgust and shaking his head rapidly.

A bug donut. A cream-filled donut... Of bugs. No, no, no, absolutely not. He didn't care about the apparent health benefits or whatever of eating bugs; it was not for him, especially on a sweet treat like a donut. Unfortunately for the multiplier, he did have to take a bite of this concoction; boy, how he's never hated the speedster more than in this moment right now.

"Nuh uh, I am blamin' ya! Thad, what in the goddamn hell is wrong witchu? Like, seriously! That whole beef fizz thang is light work compared ta this! Outcha damn mind with this one."

Billy let out a groan, both hands pressing against the sides of his head as he dreaded the inevitable. Though he paused in his dramatics and thought for a moment, only for a grin to then spread across his face as a clone appeared next to him and take a hesitant hold of the donut.

Technically, Billy was still eating it, but it wasn't him doing the action of it at least. He'd still end up getting some of that taste and that unfortunate crunchy mouth-feel as the multiple was going through it and after he disappeared, but at least it wouldn't be in his own stomach and he wouldn't have to do the actual biting into it himself.

Was this a total cop out? Sure! But Thad would absolutely do it too if he had his powers. Anyone would, because fuck this.

"Godspeed, soldier." The original grumbled to his counterpart as he took a bite, a crunch ensuing paired with a mumbled groan coming from the duplicate who carried on with finishing the task. A shudder from both as it was chewed and swallowed, only for Billy to make him disappear so he didn't have to suffer anymore than he had to.

Immediately he could taste the "treat" and it wasn't... great. Sure, the chocolate and enriched dough of the donut itself helped, but the bug taste was just so odd. Though the texture would've been the worst part, that's for sure.

Nonetheless, the duplicator shakes it off, physically and mentally, and glares at Thad with total disdain as his arms cross in front of his chest.

"You can blame Deb for this. Ever since she started torturing me with weird state fair foods, I decided that I would find someone else to torture, I mean, share them with. Because I'm just that nice." Thad laughed as he handed the Kool Aid Pickle over to Billy. It was just one of the state fair foods that Thad wouldn't touch himself.

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"So, ‘course, ya decided the person ya gonn’ be so nice ta n’ share with is me. Well, ain’t I so dang lucky?"

Billy looks at the pickle, the color practically being identical to his villain suit, but this… this probably wouldn’t be too bad, actually. It was mainly just the fact that it was Thad bestowing this onto him that he was annoyed with, since he’d be getting a kick out of the duplicator’s probable distaste.

Nonetheless, he obliges and takes a bite of the pickle—yeah, this is odd, but manageable. A sour and crunchy pickle, horribly sweetened by the Kool-Aid it was soaked in for what tasted like two weeks. The taste made Billy’s teeth ring but he successfully ate the piece bitten with just a slight shudder as he swallowed.

"For the record, this was not something I came up with. State Fairs are just wild." Thad explains before adding, "Also there are worse options I'm still considering shoving at you."

PROMPT — accepting !

even for his OWN standards, this didn’t look particularly appetizing . but hey … chocolate could fix basically anything .

❝ I know I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I’ll take this over sushi any day . ❞

Speedster abilities were so goddamn unfair.

One minute Billy was on his phone, looking up the menu for a new restaurant he’s been wanting to try, the next he’s on the ground with Thad and his smug-ass self sitting atop his chest as if he’s the comfiest seat in the house. The multiplier groans, not from pain or discomfort, but from total annoyance as he glares up at his “friend”—a title Billy will probably revoke sooner rather than later at this point.

“Y’know, ya like a goddamn bad stomach bug; always comin’ outta nowhere at the most random times n’ bein’ a damn nuisance.” Nonetheless, Billy just lays there under the other man as if immediately defeated.

“Comfy?” Asked with exaggerated care and concern in his voice. “Figured I’d give ya a lil’ time bein’ up there, letcha enjoy since, y’know, ya so used ta lookin’ up at me from way down there.” A smirk tugs at Billy’s lips, clone then appearing next to Thad. Promptly, a boot of his places itself right on the other’s thigh like a flag planted on new territory while the same smirk as the original cakes his face as well.

The barrage of texts that the duplicator received after his absolute fumble of the accidental one sent to Thad made him want to throw his phone across the room and shove a pillow against his face. Ding after ding after ding of messages from the speedster repetitively hit his ears, and all Billy could do was just take it.

Yup. This was his hell. And he couldn't even be fully mad about it, since he would absolutely do the same to Thad if the roles were reversed... But he was still mad about this.

[Speedin' Ticket 🏃💨]: yeah yeah yeah laugh it up, speeds

[Speedin' Ticket 🏃💨]: im takin back my damn sorry, thats for sure

[Speedin' Ticket 🏃💨]: guess i was a lil P R E O C C U P I E D and sent that to you instead. dont get too excited.

@dementedspeedster asked:

@ Debron - Do you have any regrets in your life? And don't say the obvious.

And don't say the obvious. Debron wanted to roll his eyes, that was his go to answer. Damn. Now what was he going to say? Was he going to bare his soul, let someone in and admit something else? Thad was Deb's friend. He wasn't really Ronnie's friend, he was just someone that Ronnie knew. Thad wasn't going hear a sob story. He wasn't going to let loose that he mourns not being a member of the legion. No Ronnie wasn't going to break kayfabe today.

"I dunno, life's too short to have many regrets I guess." Ronnie had many little ones that piled up on him often in his mother's voice that he ignored by throwing himself off a turnbuckle as the best heel in the wrestling company. He was over with the crowd, his merch sold well. It was enough for now to drown out the regrets.

@dementedspeedster asked:

@ Gabby - "Hey kid, has anyone ever given you a hard time because you're a clone?"

"Actually the mutant thing kind of trumps the whole clone thing. People really hate that the most before they even think about the clone thing." She was thrown discrimination from all angles, mostly from people she wanted to stab.

"Most of the clone stuff though is like... It's not like being a mutant levels of discrimination but it's like you know careless stuff that people don't think about but say." Gabby tried to think of an example. There was so many things she had to navigate that normal people didn't have to experience.

"Like you know the birthday thing? I don't have a birthday and my sister won't hurry up and pick one. So when people ask me how old I am I always have to guess and sometimes I say a different number. And I'm probably owed so many backlog presents." Gabby shook her head. Once she got a birthday she was going to demand the biggest party ever and she was going to be the birthday princess.

"And you know people think I'm just like my sister but I'm really not like her at all. I'm like way more fun. But it's really annoying sometimes I think people just see me as an extension of her but I'm my own person! Sometimes people don't get that at all. And I can't just stab people either man, being good is so hard. When I'm an adult clone i'll be able to watch the walking dead AND give people a taste of one of these when they call me Laura."

Eyes narrow ever so slightly, paired with a curious tilt of his head, at the sarcastic snark thrown his way by the speedster, and yet Billy can't help but let out a short scoff-like laugh. This guy. He really didn't know where Thad got the nerve sometimes, spewing out things like this randomly. Not a problem though; it wasn't like the duplicator was ill-equipped to handle him.