Y'know, we spend all that time trying to figure out what happened and who did it, but some stuff... [ he shakes his head ] Better left to mystery.
[ he does NOT want to know why there was so much omega slick or why people were high and anything else. meanwhile he has no understanding of the funhouse or how dangerous it is, so he'll wander in that general direction. ]
There was one a few weeks before that one that was even weirder, lucky you missed that.
[ follows along and i guess i will conveniently loss effect him to forget what the funhouse does until he's inside ]
Happened at the diner over in this area the week before we opened the tavern. Which was originally also supposed to be called a diner, that's how we'd always referred to it, but we felt like we needed to rebrand at the last minute after that to avoid the association.
[ stilted laugh as they walk towards some totally normal mirrors. ]
You can blame the entity for getting all murderous, but... [ it doesn't write the murder doc.
shaming killers aside, unsurprisingly, the mirrors start to reflect some memories (cw: trafficking, unpleasant breeding implications). unfortunately imgur refuses to cooperate so you just get the whole backstory part of this tweet, and it's not from his perspective but you get the gist ]
Well, it's a pretty tight race, but I think it was a little weirder.
[ at least with most of the weird locations in lucas's case you could sort of just assume they were getting into struggles while passing through. putting corn dogs in random people's pockets, however...
—aw shite, right, the mirrors. unfortunately by the time he remembers, that memory is already starting.
he's caught even more off guard by the memory itself, which— well, he'd gathered from that dreamscape the other day that there was some weird artificial environment in till's background, but he hadn't expected anything this dystopian when in a lot of ways he seems like one of the most normal people here.
but maybe basilio's a little like that too. he can kind of see their own relationship faintly reflected in this one between till and his mother. he'd always done everything in his power to keep him safe and happy and make him know he was loved despite the cruelty of the world around them. he likes to think he left him that when he died too. ]
...Sorry. Forgot this place did this or I would've stopped you comin' in here.
[ not the return of the hot dog pockets why do multiple people do this
anyway, while till's universe is certainly a dystopian hellscape, he is a normal boy. entirely because he was raised—however briefly—with warmth and love. he watches everything and looks a little shaken after, but runs a hand through his hair, pulling on it to collect himself. ]
Oh—uh. It's okay. That's just how most humans are produced these days. I barely even remember what my provider looked like, so... [ his thoughts are hard to articulate, but it's nice to see them, in a way. and the memory is faded and not so hurtful now, made blurry with time. ] Maybe it's just been on my mind more, hanging out with you.
[ since del and bas are such a clear example of a family unit. ]
[ fidelio is always dwelling on mistakes he feels he made and ways in which he fell short, ways he ended up holding basilio back from reaching his potential in his attempts to protect him. this felt like sort of a reminder that the fact that basilio grew up to be such a warm and cheerful person in spite of his environment means he actually did do some things right. and so it means a lot to him if till could look at these two relationships and feel some parallels himself. ]
Could kind of see a few similarities there, yeah.
[ he gives him a soft smile and reaches over to pat his back, sharing warm feelings and familial affection. maybe this less obvious similarity to basilio is why this kid grew on him so quickly, too. ]
...So I feel pretty confident in saying she'd be proper made up if she could see what a fine young man she raised.
[ there's no way to protect someone forever, but maybe the key here is to raise someone who can love and be loved. because basilio is the sort of person who will never be alone—even knowing him as briefly as he has, till can tell that about him.
his own emotions are very soft at this, pillowy and touched and also a little abashed. ]
Now you're just embarrassing me...
[ but because it's affection week he'll just give del a hug, his feelings much more genuinely warm than his words. grumbling, ]
[ a short moment after he lets him go, though, the mirrors switch over to playing one of his memories (3:10:38 - 3:14:25; cw: death, mild gore) instead, which might put a bit of a damper on things.
he doesn't seem especially bothered by it himself, aside from finding it pretty embarrassing. but he definitely doesn't like subjecting others to having to see it either, so he sort of winces as he looks back over, apologetic. ]
[ EMBARRASSING!!! it's not embarrassing, it's cool. imagine getting to die in a cool way, standing up for your family and ideals. till isn't really soothed by that though, because watching someone you really like die is a miserable experience.
it's made a little easier by knowing everyone here is dead, and that the "sinners" here get a second chance. but it's still a nasty way to go, and he looks a little pale on top of extremely annoyed. ]
...What are you sorry about? I'm sorry this ugly bastard did that to you.
[ i'm sorry i know louis is a beautiful man but he's ugly now. blondes are crazy. ]
[ the way he died was fine, but he was hacking up blood grossly and getting really personal, it was a lot!!! ]
Sorry you had to look at it, obviously. [ ... ] And at the ugly bastard, I guess.
[ cracking a little smile at that part. it's actually been a long process here getting himself to let go of what remained of the respect and gratitude he'd still had for louis in spite of anything. ]
...Anyway, it's fine. Didn't really have many regrets about it... and we've supposedly got the chance to change things now anyway.
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Was that the one with the smoke? [ till was in the lube fire ball pit at the time. Why can't people just kill normally?? ]
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Yeah, that was the one.
[ honestly that is such a valid thought ]
Still don't understand what the fuck happened there, honestly, but I don't know if I really wanna ask either.
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Y'know, we spend all that time trying to figure out what happened and who did it, but some stuff... [ he shakes his head ] Better left to mystery.
[ he does NOT want to know why there was so much omega slick or why people were high and anything else. meanwhile he has no understanding of the funhouse or how dangerous it is, so he'll wander in that general direction. ]
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[ follows along and i guess i will conveniently loss effect him to forget what the funhouse does until he's inside ]
Happened at the diner over in this area the week before we opened the tavern. Which was originally also supposed to be called a diner, that's how we'd always referred to it, but we felt like we needed to rebrand at the last minute after that to avoid the association.
[ also why the kitchen door locks at night... ]
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[ stilted laugh as they walk towards some totally normal mirrors. ]
You can blame the entity for getting all murderous, but... [ it doesn't write the murder doc.
shaming killers aside, unsurprisingly, the mirrors start to reflect some memories (cw: trafficking, unpleasant breeding implications). unfortunately imgur refuses to cooperate so you just get the whole backstory part of this tweet, and it's not from his perspective but you get the gist ]
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[ at least with most of the weird locations in lucas's case you could sort of just assume they were getting into struggles while passing through. putting corn dogs in random people's pockets, however...
—aw shite, right, the mirrors. unfortunately by the time he remembers, that memory is already starting.
he's caught even more off guard by the memory itself, which— well, he'd gathered from that dreamscape the other day that there was some weird artificial environment in till's background, but he hadn't expected anything this dystopian when in a lot of ways he seems like one of the most normal people here.
but maybe basilio's a little like that too. he can kind of see their own relationship faintly reflected in this one between till and his mother. he'd always done everything in his power to keep him safe and happy and make him know he was loved despite the cruelty of the world around them. he likes to think he left him that when he died too. ]
...Sorry. Forgot this place did this or I would've stopped you comin' in here.
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anyway, while till's universe is certainly a dystopian hellscape, he is a normal boy. entirely because he was raised—however briefly—with warmth and love. he watches everything and looks a little shaken after, but runs a hand through his hair, pulling on it to collect himself. ]
Oh—uh. It's okay. That's just how most humans are produced these days. I barely even remember what my provider looked like, so... [ his thoughts are hard to articulate, but it's nice to see them, in a way. and the memory is faded and not so hurtful now, made blurry with time. ] Maybe it's just been on my mind more, hanging out with you.
[ since del and bas are such a clear example of a family unit. ]
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Could kind of see a few similarities there, yeah.
[ he gives him a soft smile and reaches over to pat his back, sharing warm feelings and familial affection. maybe this less obvious similarity to basilio is why this kid grew on him so quickly, too. ]
...So I feel pretty confident in saying she'd be proper made up if she could see what a fine young man she raised.
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his own emotions are very soft at this, pillowy and touched and also a little abashed. ]
Now you're just embarrassing me...
[ but because it's affection week he'll just give del a hug, his feelings much more genuinely warm than his words. grumbling, ]
You and Bas are pretty okay too.
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Ah, sorry, I'm no good at dealin' with this mushy stuff either.
[ or sincere compliments in general. he'd probably be shoving himself away if he were on the receiving end of this. ]
Appreciate you sayin' so anyway.
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he doesn't seem especially bothered by it himself, aside from finding it pretty embarrassing. but he definitely doesn't like subjecting others to having to see it either, so he sort of winces as he looks back over, apologetic. ]
...Mm. Sorry, that one's not too pretty.
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it's made a little easier by knowing everyone here is dead, and that the "sinners" here get a second chance. but it's still a nasty way to go, and he looks a little pale on top of extremely annoyed. ]
...What are you sorry about? I'm sorry this ugly bastard did that to you.
[ i'm sorry i know louis is a beautiful man but he's ugly now. blondes are crazy. ]
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Sorry you had to look at it, obviously. [ ... ] And at the ugly bastard, I guess.
[ cracking a little smile at that part. it's actually been a long process here getting himself to let go of what remained of the respect and gratitude he'd still had for louis in spite of anything. ]
...Anyway, it's fine. Didn't really have many regrets about it... and we've supposedly got the chance to change things now anyway.
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True, yeah. Just a couple more days and you'll be able to go back together. Really start a diner—tavern.
[ he's already got his hopes up about it which is dumb but what can you do. he wants this family reunited, dammit. ]
Who were those people you were protecting, anyway...? I saw some of them with Basilio, too.