heheheheh i wrote tntsmp shit out of boredom. love this stupid idea of mine live laugh love heart hands emoji
needless to say, this was not how bizly thought today was going to go.
he didn't expect to have what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life to go up in flames, quite literally.
he also didn't expect it to be burnt down by his best friend.
"milo, fucking listen to me—" bizly says, coughing as the smoke fills the area. most people were trying to douse the fires, but some just....stood and watched. notably condi and aimsey.
"i'm not listening to you anymore, you ass, not after this bullshit," milo hisses in response. his face is a mask of calm, but his eyes burn with pure anger. bizly stares right back, however, trying to hold his own.
"what the fuck is that supposed to mean? what bullshit? me being happy?" bizly raises his voice ever so slightly, his hands curling into loose fists at his sides.
milo laughs, but there's no humor in it. his calm expression quickly contorts into one close to a madman as the small giggle turns into a maniacal cackle.
"you think you're actually happy like this? god, you— you still haven't realized anything about this godforsaken place, have you?" he runs a hand down his face. "god, you've been so caught up in what they want from you that you're too clueless to see what's right fucking in front of you."
"what? the fact that you just burnt down my wedding or you're acting like a crazy person?" bizly's voice is almost a full shout now, having stood up and now almost towering over milo.
milo chuckles yet again in that same twisted, insane way. "the fact that this isn't real, you fucking idiot."
time feels slow. bizly blinks. he blinks again. milo still stares at him, his crazed look turning back into one of calm anger.
"you really think that any of this was real? that any of it was of your own will?" milo's voice had turned as calm as his face. "that you fell in love with someone you barely know? hell, you do fucking know him, but i know you guys never loved each other, not like this, at least."
"what the fuck is any of that supposed to mean?" bizly's voice is barely a whisper, barely a wheeze, over the sound of the roaring flames.
"you're being fucked with, biz. all of us are. or were, except you and your little boyfriend over there." milo jerks a thumb at the burning setup behind them. "we've known. for days. and yet you two were so fucking caught up in living your domestic little dollhouse life that you couldn't see what was right under your nose."
bizly shakes his head in disbelief, whispering quietly to himself but slowly raising his voice. "no. no, no, no, y-you're lying. you're fucking lying, milo. you're just fucking jealous that i'm happy without you."
"this is so much bigger than you abandoning me, you dumbass!" milo shouts, throwing his arms out. "this is insane people making us play house for their entertainment. seeing what we do if they give us set instructions, maybe give a one or two of us clarity. maybe they thought we'd, i dunno, fucking kill each other or something, but i don't know if they count on us fucking them over."
"who the fuck is them, milo? you're making no sense. of fucking course this is real, because all the stuff i see, i feel, everything we've all experienced is fucking real."
"how do you know that? how do you know your memories weren't toyed with? we've got more history than your little brainwashed mind remembers and you know it, zach."
bizly flinches at the name. it was so out of place, yet so oddly....familiar. like the way milo said it was normal between them. not like an inside joke, but like something that was real and actual, not just a facade.
they're sitting at a computer, the two of them. him and milo. some game is on screen, it's too hazy to remember what it was. they're talking about some random thing, the topic also lost to time and memory. but milo laughs, and he feels himself do the same.
"you're a fucking idiot, zach," milo says, clear through the haze, a smile on his face as they joke back and forth.
and it feels right. this setting, this name, these jokes, it's their usual.
it's how it's supposed to be.
"you saw something, didn't you?" milo whispers, not memory milo, but the milo that was just yelling at him some time ago.
"that didn't happen here," bizly breathes, staring milo in the eye.
"they locked our memories, our actual ones, way back in our minds, but we can access them with some work. we're gonna get out of here. we're gonna figure this place out." milo's voice is low, calm, almost like he's talking to a child. or a pet. "you want to come along?"
he extends a hand to bizly, who was, somehow, sitting down on the ground. he must've stumbled or fallen during that stupid vision thing.
and bizly stares at milo's hand. his best friend's hand. thinks back on that vision, that apparent memory. considers his options.
