#tagging is hell

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I hope you know the title of this document is “fuck you *sends you to the shadow realm*”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Because oh BOY these guys HATE each other so much!!!!!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I imagine they’re around the same age, and before Sylvie jumped to college level they were in the same grade.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The rivalry starts young.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They were the two biggest Pilot Command nerds in the class.  It would be one fateful day in the springtime where they would be out on lunch break, and play together.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The battle…  It raged for long over the hour.  It was impossible to tear the boys away from the game, and dang did Miss Fuckwhistle try!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It would be that day that a great rivalry was formed!!!! …And then interrupted by Sylvie going to college and their schedules never aligning once Sylvie decided the rivalry was far too childish.  Delta called him a coward for that.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Cough.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Flash forward – DeathCon.  These two encounter one another again and it’s like time stops.  Dread fills Sylvie’s stomach and a cockiness would enter Delta’s mind as he daydreams about crushing the dude at the game that brought them together in the first place.

Sylvester glares at the boy across the hall from them.  Beside him, Rick Shades would also glare, before leaning down to whisper, “why don’t we like him?” “Oh, we go way back,” Sylvie answers, his glasses shining over to hide his expression, his voice grave.  “Way… way back.” “...That does not answer my question at all!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The entirety of DeathCon consists of Delta taunting Sylvester – the psychologist almost bursting a blood vessel for the entire occasion.  He… He just keeps winning!  Every time!  What the Hell!!!  Sylvie is so easily angered by Delta’s cocky attitude.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Once Delta’s epithet is exposed, Sylvie goes absolutely INSANE.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He KNEW it. He KNEW there was a reason he never bested Delta before.  He’s using his Epithet – it’s all just… CHEATING!!!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Cue maniacal cackles and concerned staring from the party.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He probably even tries to move from his spot to stumble up to Delta and point and laugh in his face.  I don’t doubt the insanity of our little sheep boy.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 From then on, Sylvester is the worst of the pair.  He’s constantly probing and being a little shithead to Delta who just wants to play some cards bro.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Fine.  Fine!  If this is the attitude Sylvie wants to take, then Delta challenges Sylvester to one last game of Pilot Command – one on one, no holding back.

The mini arena that is just a patch of field in the middle of a park could make a war torn soldier shiver from fear.  The two teenagers would stare at one another from a proportionally long ways away from one another.  The wind dramatically rolls through their hair. It’s so on.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The battle was intense, definitely illegal, hearts were put in cards.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It ends with Delta and Sylvie on the ground, roughed up and staring at the sky above them.  Sylvie begins to think about who won– he could barely remember what the super cool final combo attack was, it was so…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 And then Delta begins to laugh.

Sylvie looks over at the teenager, laughing like he never saw him laugh before.  It isn’t his self-confident chuckle or anything like that.  It’s an actual laugh, out into the air. He couldn’t help but laugh along. “Dude,” Delta wheezes between breaths, “that was the most intense Pilot Command battle I’ve ever experienced!  You improved!” Sylvie scoffed.  “Aw well…  You seem really dedicated to it…  Maybe I misjudged.  I… really respect you as a Pilot Command player.” Delta’s eyes widened a little.  “What?  Y’serious?” A smile couldn’t help but make its way to Sylvie’s lips.  “Yeah.  I’m serious.”