"FUCKING HELL, LIFETIME! YOU NEED TO WAIT FOR ME TO GET TO THE LEVER FIRST YOU FUCKING GREEN TWINK!!!"

I've recently been thinking of possibly spreading Hatter's blog to another website. Mind you, if that did happen, it wouldn't be any time soon. BUT, if it did happen, I'd use this sort of format for it. Was this mostly just an excuse to mess with video editing? yes.

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"Happy yet? You fill that hole deep down inside you? Or do you still need more?" Any amount of hope that hesitantly grew in Hatter’s chest was quickly popped like the bubble where that voice came from. A quick turn of his head revealed that no, the mossy old Lorax has not come to this junk-filled part of the Labyrinth through the magical means that he always insisted that he had. It was just another bubble, like thousands of other bubbles. A world, like thousands of other worlds. Do you still need more? The targeted question, even if it wasn’t completely targeted at him, made the bag on his back feel like it was going to topple him over. He had collected many things since leaving Kat’s welcoming abode. Trinkets, food, wilted petals, anything he could get his hands on. Because anything and everything he grabbed made that hole in his chest feel almost normal. Like nothing was there. Like nothing was wrong. Nothing at all. Do you still need more? Something uncomfortable grew in Hatter’s chest then, and it only worsened when the bubble flickered from the face of the Lorax to a face he saw in his own reflection. "Look," Started the man that should've been him "if you’ve got a problem with what I’m do-" He didn’t have to hear this again. He didn’t want to hear this again. With all his strength, Hatter threw what he had picked up at the bubble as hard as he could. While the bubble was indeed hit and popped easily under the pressure, Hatter felt it was not enough. His chest was still clenched tightly like something was inside of him threatening to rip him open. Everything he collected to prevent his schism from tearing him opened threatened to be for nothing. The bubble was gone, but the story was still going.  "WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT?!" He screamed at where the bubble once hovered harmlessly over the junk pile. "WHY DOES IT TAKE EVERYTHING TO SPIT IN YOUR FACE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU'RE WRONG IN THE HEAD?!" Of course he knew what happened next. He had seen it in the window of the spare room in Kat's lerkrim. A front row seat view of what would have happened if he had never gone back home after his thneed failed. A perfect recreation of everything coming his way. Back then, when the schism first cracked open, he had ignored it. He ignored, ignored, ignored. He left the Lerkrim and shuffled away from the sounds of another bubble promising his fall over and over until eventually, he had ended up in the junkyard. He numbed himself to the consequences of his others actions with anything he could get his hands on. And it was fine! IT is fine! It’s… Do you still need more? Hatter heaved as the swirl of fear and anger brought back his awareness. His legs felt weak, his shoulder burned in agony, his eyes felt painfully dry. And the schism... the darn thing that spooked him so badly upon it's arrival that he left the protection of a roof over his head to seek a way to get rid of it...it too was brought back to Hatter's awareness. The schism, which once took the shape of a crescent with a single orb inside, had shifted and pulled until it was now a complete circular hole in his chest with two odd orbs floating inside, connected by a pink tang of something that brought to mind an invention that nobody would ever need. And as Hatter stood there in the clutter and the ache, he came to another realization brought up after the numbness was finally pushed away. “I’m not filling that hole at all, huh?” He confessed quietly, his shoulders shaking with the effort it took to force a bitter grin onto his face. “Course. Course not, I…I’m still…” His words failed him. He rubbed his face as exhaustion caught up to him. Who else would he be, if he didn’t ruin himself with his own biggering one way or another? Not a Once-ler, that’s for sure.

That wasn't- Mustache? How are you...?!