video, at the end of october

[friendlyflower]

[A weird, half-dead sunflower seed with dilated eyes and sweat rolling down its shell appears, shouting at you from the clinic.]

THE VOTE IS CLOSE!!!!!!! VOTE FOR UMBREON NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[He grabs the Grumpearl with a vine.]

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT VOTING FOR LURANTIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Nurse Chansey from the clinic visibly tries to wrestle the Grumpearl away from him. He shouts various curses that Emporio taught him. You may or may not have a headache now.]

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[consequerer]

[ Diplomatically: ] I will take the suggestion under consideration.

[ And treat it with as much consideration as it is owed.

They are too busy, frankly, noting down the apparent extensive history here between these two, and slotting the things said now together with what was just said the moment before. You've given them a lot to consider, Bigby, even if it isn't exactly the part they said they would be. ]

oops! all introspection

[friendlyflower]

[The smile lingers, but it's obvious he's continuing to distance himself. "Life's easier with friends." He knows that- he'd be an idiot if Frisk didn't teach him that. But it was different for him. All was fine and dandy for the moment where he had the souls, but he couldn't taint their image of Asriel by making them all see him turn back into a miserable husk. Better to just let them have their happy ending.

And now he's here.

He glances at Chara. They've heard far more than he intended them to-- not that he has any control over them. He never did. Are they still friends? They aren't fighting, at least, but it's clear to him that they see him as a nuisance. They know him for what he is: another soulless shell who shouldn't be here. Maybe they have solidarity on some level in that. But solidarity only goes so far when they're mopping up after all his mistakes.

What right does he have to feel sorry for himself? This is exactly what Bigby was talking about. But the idea of going on like this- picking up the pieces and trying again- is so exhausting and miserable and humiliating that it's hard to even think about it. At least when he's ruining everything, it's easy.]

... Don't you have anything better to do?

[This is directed at them both. Nurse Chansey gently places a small hand on Bigby's shoulder.]

silence remains a valid option!

[wolfcut]

[ So that's it then. He's made his point loud and clear. Doesn't he just feel so high and mighty.

Briefly, he lets his gaze linger, waiting for something, anything, but there's nothing. All he gets for his trouble is a blank smile forcing him into a corner at the back of his own mind. His anger finally finished boiling over, and now there's nowhere else for that mess to go.

Maybe Snow was right. Maybe there'll always be a part of him that likes it when things go wrong. It's so much easier to stop pretending. Who is this kid to him anyway, besides a reminder of the young wolf he used to be? So full of rage at the world, fed on the fear and torment of anyone who crossed his path. He never had a problem being the monster, until suddenly he found a purpose beyond his own destruction. Someone else to care for. A fresh start.

Flowey should be grateful. He got his second chance handed to him on a silver platter, while Bigby is still busy begging for scraps back home. The fact that the kid would rather wallow in the past and ruin things for himself pisses him off beyond belief. Nothing worse than a villain who'd rather blame it on their nature, their lack of soul, than accept the choices they made.

He pulls his shoulder away from Chansey. As much as he wants to have the last word, there's nothing left for him to say. He turns to leave in silence.

There are better things for him to do. ]