>HOST_1: ... >HOST_1: You don't deserve to miss someone like her. >USER_1: ..what? >HOST_1: I always knew a kid like her would be bad for you. >HOST_1: Filled your head with ideas. >HOST_1: Made you believe that things would be okay. >HOST_1: That's the worst kind of curse. >USER_1: ... >HOST_1: It's a shame, really. >HOST_1: She had it coming. >HOST_1: Kids like her. The ones that brighten your day. >HOST_1: They never make it. >HOST_1: That's your fault, USER_1.
[ MEMORY ARCHIVED. ] ... he was glad he put this bitch six feet under. just thinking about her made him feel violent again. they didn't know why they bothered anymore. he could still remember what happened. she was pissing him off- just the usual. then she started spewing shit about comedian- they could faintly remember her speaking a lot more of jester, but he frankly didn't care about that. it made him smile just to acknowledge the blood on his hands after that. it made him happy to just acknowledge the blood on his hands in general. it made his circuitry feel alive. the only other person who managed to do that was comedian, and he craved comedian's presence like he was a god, and hatred was just a priest. they didn't know when the guilt slowly faded away after hitting him again- they didn't know when the mania kicked in after watching him hold back tears. he really was a sick thing- but it was just what he did to survive. his unnatural behavior.
