listen puppet boy, before you disobey
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There's a knock at the door.
The sound is startling, makes Ranboo suddenly bolt upright from where they'd been lounging on the couch.
Knock-knock.
They pick themselves up from the couch and, as quietly as possible, they creep out of the room, searching frantically for somewhere to hide; his frame is much too long to tuck away into a cabinet or something, but he does, with some internal amusement at the joke, find a closet to tuck himself away into. Thankfully the swords in there aren't taking up too much space.
Knock knock, Dirk! There's a knock at the door!
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Date: 2024-12-15 02:42 pm (UTC)Ranboo stumbled. He slurred. He was sluggish and confused. There was a strained element to his breathing. Dirk was, honestly, a little afraid he was going to die.
He couldn't stand for that. Not after everything he'd done for him. Not after how much work, how much time, how much care he'd put into him. He wasn't letting Ranboo go without a fight. He wasn't letting Ranboo go. He was going to fight it. Whatever 'it' was.
So, he carried him to the bathroom. He checked on him while he slept, and woke up during the night to check on him. He researched nutrient dense foods in a way different from the way he loaded his own foods, studied metabolism and bioavailability, and woke Ranboo up to make him eat, even if "eating" meant "forcing him to drink Dirk-original smoothies concocted for their benefits to the body, taste be damned."
If it came to it, he was even willing to bribe Ranboo--if he was too fucked up for sex, maybe he could sway him by offering to buy him a candy bar.
Finally, there came a day when it seemed the dam broke. Dirk was home when the crying started. He could hear it, back there in the bedroom. It went on for seemingly hours; sometimes quiet enough that he could basically ignore that it was happening, or even start to wonder if it was over, sometimes loud enough to make the tension he was forcibly ignoring awkward on top of stressful.
He did not go in the room until things had quieted down, this time seemingly for good.
When he finally does, it's... weird. He doesn't know what to do about all that. He doesn't know whether he should have come in here at all, frankly. He stands silhouetted in the doorway for a good minute or so, staring wordlessly at Ranboo's ragged, weakened form on his bed.
Then, slowly, he walks up and sits stiffly on the edge of the mattress, his back to Ranboo. He still doesn't speak, silently hoping that Ranboo will say something first.
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Date: 2024-12-16 11:33 am (UTC)Dirk's presence, however, brings flutterings of thought back into his otherwise empty head.
Ranboo thinks they might hate him.
Dirk took advantage of them. Dirk gave them their first place of supposed safety, and then took it away all at once, with one selfish, violent act. And now, Dirk won't even let them die, instead forcing them to survive, to endure and it's all so unnecessary. It's not like someone is looking for them, or like they have anyone left to go looking for. What kind of life exists for them out here now? What could Dirk possibly have planned for them once they're healthy again?
Well. They have a fair idea of at least one use he has for them, and the concept of it, of being kept alive just to be used for that, makes their stomach turn. That can't... be it. Right? Would Dirk go to all this trouble to keep them alive just to use as a toy to play with? It could simply be an issue of control-- something that Dirk definitely struggles with.
"... what do you... want from me?"
His voice is weak, but stronger than before now, the thoughts behind the words more steady and coherent than they've been in days.
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Date: 2024-12-16 12:08 pm (UTC)"You keep asking me that," he says, which isn't an answer. "But you never believe anything I say when I telll you. I don't know what you wanna hear." He glances back at them, just for a second. Then he tuurns around again, staring at his own doorway. On some level, he just wonders what he's doing. Why he's trying so hard. He knows the answer, obviously. But why? Why is he like this? Why is this the only answer?
"I'm doing this for you."
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Date: 2024-12-16 12:18 pm (UTC)"... it doesn't make any sense," they murmur. "I don't want any of this. I don't want you to do this for me. Why don't you just... let me die?"
They heave a sigh, suddenly seeming exceptionally small in the bed where they're curled up tight-- almost more like a child than the young adult they truly are.
"It would be a whole lot easier for you. Like... whatever you want from me, it can't be worth all this."
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Date: 2024-12-16 12:27 pm (UTC)"I knew this was going to be a hassle, but you've really pushed the limits of what I've got to give." He realised at some point that this is what his bros must have been through with him. Only it would have been years. A decade and a half of this, and worse. That made it easier, somehow. If they could do it, so could he. Pay it forward, or something.
Framing it that way sounds a hell of a lot better than 'refusing to let go.' But he committed to this.
"I told you not to make it easy for them. Remember? You don't get to tap out because that's their win. You keep telling me you want to die, but I know you don't want them to win. You looked me in the eye when I took bolt cutters to that mask because you'd rather have died free than live with their prison on your fucking face. But you didn't die there. You got to live. Now that's your responsibility, here. I keep you alive, you live, Showfall pisses their little pants in fury, we all keep going until one or the other loses for real. That's the game. I'm playing too, here. And I'm on team Ranboo."
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Date: 2025-01-13 10:04 pm (UTC)It feels like it was a lifetime ago now. Ranboo, beaten half to death, sprawled on Dirk's floor as the latter carefully cut away the mask-- let them feel fresh air on the face for the first time in... they don't know how long. How that felt-- freedom. For a single soaring moment, they felt free.
And then reality came crashing down around them.
Even so, that moment of recollection, of perspective does quiet Ranboo down finally-- their gaze drops thoughtfully, some of the anger fading from their face, instead replaced with something more thoughtful, almost sad.
"... yeah," they finally say, their voice softened now at its edges, lacking the wounded, angry edge from before. "Yeah. Okay."
It isn't a sarcastic response in the least. It's easy to feel like this must be hell... but the reminder of what they were running away from, of what came before is grounding. This might be hell for a regular person, but... for Ranboo, it's still, comparatively, freedom.
The sick pit of anger and disappointment still lingers, the pain of Dirk's betrayal of their trust... but at least they aren't trapped inside of the mall any longer. At least there's that.
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Date: 2025-01-13 10:41 pm (UTC)He doesn't relax now, either, but he's glad to see Ranboo letting go of some of his... whatever it is that has him convinced that his is a tortured existence. Which it is, maybe. But it's not that bad, from where Dirk is sitting. Ranboo just isn't conditioned to it, yet. The looming threat of losing for real, knowing that it's coming, that it will come sooner or later and there's nothing you can do about it except push it back. To fight against it until ultimately you go to fight it and this time it wins.
It's not a great life, but for Dirk, that's what life is and he's always known that. It's less fair in Ranboo's case, though. As far as Dirk can tell, nothing about Ranboo earned this, or warrants it at all. He's never done anything except want to be free. Free from something he doesn't seem to have agreed to, and Dirk doesn't see anything inherently present in Ranboo that suggests it's needed or deserved. Maybe that's what keeps sticking in Ranboo's brain. The unfairness.
But if so, that's just... too bad. There's nothing anyone can do about that.
He sighs, tired of thinking about this already. Holding out until Ranboo stopped crying was bad enough.
"You ready to eat something? Or do you need to talk about your feelings some more?"