Get the fuck out of my house.
“It’s some weird cult bullshit. Something with some weird god named Zeemoog or Xemüg or… whatever.”
“Angela wrote about that once… her mom was really upset about it for some reason. You’re saying this other Max is in a cult?”
Get the fuck out of my house.
“Dude chill… i’m just trying to vent my feelings out here…”
“Oh.. it’s you. Why do you always send these things anonymously? You can sign them or something…”
“If I signed them they wouldn’t be anonymous, and if I signed them people would know it’s me and not care. Because, if you haven’t noticed, no one cares about me, heh, so.. yknow. Can’t sign ‘em.”
“You misunderstand, just a bit. You’re implying that your mom doesn’t care about you; that is horrible and I feel for you. Almost viscerally. Because that is not okay, no matter what.
“However, on a separate note, you yourself as a person… you make it tough for me to want to associate with you.” That was an understatement.
“…I-i’m sorry, what?” He lifted a brow, looking very hurt.
“What’s wrong with me as a person? What did I do? As far as I know I didn’t do anything bad in the past couple of months…”
“Maven, you made Max hurt himself! You told him to!”
“What?! When?!” He immediately went into a defensive mode, “When did I tell him that?! I haven’t been with Max in weeks!”
“Then what is this, Maven? And this? What do you mean you haven’t been with him in weeks??”
“Hm, yeah, that’s not me.” He crossed his arms, “I’ve been with Reid and/or in my room crying all day yesterday. So don’t come at me with all that shit.”
“God, I don’t even know who Reid is. What do you mean it’s not you? It’s your face! What, is there someone who looks like you making a mess in this convergence of multiple broken universes?? ‘Evil twin’, as they say?”
“Yes.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Carlos. There are tons of Max’s running around at camp. And yet you think something like this would be impossible? Really? You’re from Night Vale, doesn’t stuff like this happen there daily?”
“No. We usually are told to kill our doubles,” Carlos said flatly. But thinking about it… Maven could be right. “Dammit… So you’re saying it’s another Max?”
“Well, yeah, pretty much.” He shrugged, “Or, in this case I guess it would be another Maven. Or another Purified Max. I dunno. But yes.”
“’Purified Max’… what does that even mean?”
Get the fuck out of my house.
“Dude chill… i’m just trying to vent my feelings out here…”
“Oh.. it’s you. Why do you always send these things anonymously? You can sign them or something…”
“If I signed them they wouldn’t be anonymous, and if I signed them people would know it’s me and not care. Because, if you haven’t noticed, no one cares about me, heh, so.. yknow. Can’t sign ‘em.”
“You misunderstand, just a bit. You’re implying that your mom doesn’t care about you; that is horrible and I feel for you. Almost viscerally. Because that is not okay, no matter what.
“However, on a separate note, you yourself as a person… you make it tough for me to want to associate with you.” That was an understatement.
“…I-i’m sorry, what?” He lifted a brow, looking very hurt.
“What’s wrong with me as a person? What did I do? As far as I know I didn’t do anything bad in the past couple of months…”
“Maven, you made Max hurt himself! You told him to!”
“What?! When?!” He immediately went into a defensive mode, “When did I tell him that?! I haven’t been with Max in weeks!”
“Then what is this, Maven? And this? What do you mean you haven’t been with him in weeks??”
“Hm, yeah, that’s not me.” He crossed his arms, “I’ve been with Reid and/or in my room crying all day yesterday. So don’t come at me with all that shit.”
“God, I don’t even know who Reid is. What do you mean it’s not you? It’s your face! What, is there someone who looks like you making a mess in this convergence of multiple broken universes?? ‘Evil twin’, as they say?”
“Yes.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Carlos. There are tons of Max’s running around at camp. And yet you think something like this would be impossible? Really? You’re from Night Vale, doesn’t stuff like this happen there daily?”
“No. We usually are told to kill our doubles,” Carlos said flatly. But thinking about it… Maven could be right. “Dammit… So you’re saying it’s another Max?”
Get the fuck out of my house.
“Dude chill… i’m just trying to vent my feelings out here…”
“Oh.. it’s you. Why do you always send these things anonymously? You can sign them or something…”
“If I signed them they wouldn’t be anonymous, and if I signed them people would know it’s me and not care. Because, if you haven’t noticed, no one cares about me, heh, so.. yknow. Can’t sign ‘em.”
“You misunderstand, just a bit. You’re implying that your mom doesn’t care about you; that is horrible and I feel for you. Almost viscerally. Because that is not okay, no matter what.
“However, on a separate note, you yourself as a person… you make it tough for me to want to associate with you.” That was an understatement.
“…I-i’m sorry, what?” He lifted a brow, looking very hurt.
“What’s wrong with me as a person? What did I do? As far as I know I didn’t do anything bad in the past couple of months…”
“Maven, you made Max hurt himself! You told him to!”
“What?! When?!” He immediately went into a defensive mode, “When did I tell him that?! I haven’t been with Max in weeks!”
“Then what is this, Maven? And this? What do you mean you haven’t been with him in weeks??”
“Hm, yeah, that’s not me.” He crossed his arms, “I’ve been with Reid and/or in my room crying all day yesterday. So don’t come at me with all that shit.”
“God, I don’t even know who Reid is. What do you mean it’s not you? It’s your face! What, is there someone who looks like you making a mess in this convergence of multiple broken universes?? ‘Evil twin’, as they say?”
Get the fuck out of my house.
“Dude chill… i’m just trying to vent my feelings out here…”
“Oh.. it’s you. Why do you always send these things anonymously? You can sign them or something…”
“If I signed them they wouldn’t be anonymous, and if I signed them people would know it’s me and not care. Because, if you haven’t noticed, no one cares about me, heh, so.. yknow. Can’t sign ‘em.”
“You misunderstand, just a bit. You’re implying that your mom doesn’t care about you; that is horrible and I feel for you. Almost viscerally. Because that is not okay, no matter what.
“However, on a separate note, you yourself as a person… you make it tough for me to want to associate with you.” That was an understatement.
“…I-i’m sorry, what?” He lifted a brow, looking very hurt.
“What’s wrong with me as a person? What did I do? As far as I know I didn’t do anything bad in the past couple of months…”
“Maven, you made Max hurt himself! You told him to!”
“What?! When?!” He immediately went into a defensive mode, “When did I tell him that?! I haven’t been with Max in weeks!”
“Then what is this, Maven? And this? What do you mean you haven’t been with him in weeks??”
Get the fuck out of my house.
“Dude chill… i’m just trying to vent my feelings out here…”
“Oh.. it’s you. Why do you always send these things anonymously? You can sign them or something…”
“If I signed them they wouldn’t be anonymous, and if I signed them people would know it’s me and not care. Because, if you haven’t noticed, no one cares about me, heh, so.. yknow. Can’t sign ‘em.”
“You misunderstand, just a bit. You’re implying that your mom doesn’t care about you; that is horrible and I feel for you. Almost viscerally. Because that is not okay, no matter what.
“However, on a separate note, you yourself as a person… you make it tough for me to want to associate with you.” That was an understatement.
“…I-i’m sorry, what?” He lifted a brow, looking very hurt.
“What’s wrong with me as a person? What did I do? As far as I know I didn’t do anything bad in the past couple of months…”
“Maven, you made Max hurt himself! You told him to!”
Get the fuck out of my house.
“Dude chill… i’m just trying to vent my feelings out here…”
“Oh.. it’s you. Why do you always send these things anonymously? You can sign them or something…”
“If I signed them they wouldn’t be anonymous, and if I signed them people would know it’s me and not care. Because, if you haven’t noticed, no one cares about me, heh, so.. yknow. Can’t sign ‘em.”
“You misunderstand, just a bit. You’re implying that your mom doesn’t care about you; that is horrible and I feel for you. Almost viscerally. Because that is not okay, no matter what.
“However, on a separate note, you yourself as a person… you make it tough for me to want to associate with you.” That was an understatement.
Get the fuck out of my house.
“Dude chill… i’m just trying to vent my feelings out here…”
“Oh.. it’s you. Why do you always send these things anonymously? You can sign them or something…”
*yoinks potion and pops the cork. He
dumpsgently pours it into Maven’s mouth**He nodded* I’m… sorry for not listening to you..
*Carlos sighs* I know you are. I’m just glad you’re okay now… but I wish you didn’t have to hurt to understand. You’re not going to ignore my advice again, are you?
*yoinks potion and pops the cork. He
dumpsgently pours it into Maven’s mouth**Maven sat up a
veryshort while later, gasping for air with tears forming in his eyes*Oh my god – Maven! Good – good, breathe, buddy. Okay? Breathe.
*He tried his best to calm down, attempting again and again to breathe slowly. But unfortunately he failed each time, ending up sobbing into his hands whilst covering his face.*
Shh… shh, it’s okay. Here – finish drinking this. *he gently touches the potion to his mouth*
*He finished the potion, pulling his knees up to his chest after. He seemed pretty shocked.*
*He puts the bottle down and just sits with Maven, watching him.*
*He tightly hugged himself, sniffling and wiping his tears from his slightly red eyes from time to time. He was shaking a little, taking short and shaky breaths.*
Take deep breaths, Maven. Breathe with me. In… and out.
*He nodded silently, slowly breathing in and out*
There we go… good job.
*He gave Carlos a thankful glance, his head resting in his hands as he stayed silent.*
How do you feel?
*He shrugged,* Good…
Any pain?
Just a sore throat… but otherwise I’m fine…
Good. That’s very good to hear… God, we got lucky.
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