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Of course I remember my home. I remember my uncle's house, and my room, and the sports field, and everything else about Lazytown! You can try to put whatever you want in here [taps her temple] but that doesn't change anything!

[she sneers.] We are gonna find our way back to our homes. Our real homes. This place isn't real! You stole us!

It's my memory now, Hyde. But, as Miss Stephanie says, she also has it, so you could get it back, kinda, if you want.

[ me, crying as I was desperately trying to imply something before but it's okay, it's fine, this is the ic reaction ]

But yes, you can leave. You can go home, too... you'll find your way back. I know you will.

[ But this place and what it is, who stole who, he doesn't say anything about that, leaning back at his desk while Stephanie makes her declarations and it makes him smile, almost proud. ]

[ IM UPSET WHAT DID I MISS. ]

All right then. You keep your secrets....

[ Hyde looks over to him with heart eyes. ]

[you know USUALLY when you confront the villain on their dastardly schemes, they admit it and get all flustered and walk off and it's all over? and she's not entirely sure what to do with him just. continuing to sit there. that's not how it's supposed to work.]

Why are you smiling? [she has him dead to rights. she knows she does. so why is he smiling.

she glances at Hyde briefly, whispers to him:] I'll tell you all about it later.

Oh. I can stop.

[ He just hides his smile behind his hand so she can't tell. ]

[ Hyde is casually looking over Steph. ]

Did you think that was it? Of course he's smiling, he's totally in control of this situation. You have nothing on him. Except.... A beanbag I guess.

Ugh! You don't have to say it!

[she puts her fists on her hips.] Hyde! Move his hand!

[SHE'LL SHOW YOU CONTROL BITCH]

[ He looks at Steph, then looks at the Counselor. ]

Wanna hold hands again?

[ He can't help but laugh, betraying his own attempt to hide a smile, but he keeps one hand in front of his face, extending his other hand to Hyde. ]

Would you take my other hand, miss Stephanie?

[ Only way to make him stop hiding ]

["this is a bad idea," says the accented moral voice in her mind. "this will not end well."

"break his FUCKING hand, pinky," says the equally accented immoral voice.

so, obviously, she grits her teeth and grabs his other hand.]

[ Hyde pulls up the counselors hand and looks at it. Looks at the counselor. Looks at steph.

Hes about to bite it. He WANTS to bite it. ]

[ The hand slides off his face and into Stephanie's hand, while Hyde holds his other and contemplates chomping on it. There is no smile on the counselor's face anymore, expression perfectly neutral. His hands are on the cooler side, dry, with pistachio dust on the fingertips, and the longer they hold onto him, the longer a sense of foreboding settles upon them, like in the library whenever one tries to speak.

But he does not otherwise move or speak, looking at Stephanie to follow up because she was the one who wanted him to stop smiling. ]

[ ... The feeling of foreboding reminiscent the same manner or way a hound would feel another dominating their entirety over the other. As he instinctually beast in a way. Hyde immediately tightens his hand and then lets it go, as if he was instructed to not touch him. ]

[she shows absolutely no indication that she's even considering taking back her hand.

instead, she looks from his hand to his face, and back again. the feeling is disquieting. the feeling makes her think.]

Do not let it hear you. [pause] Are you it?

[ Stephanie can continue to hold his hand, then, as the counselor doesn't show any indication of letting go either, though his grip is loose enough that he isn't really holding on. ]

"It," huh? What do you think?

[hand hold chicken let's go]

I think you're the part of the monster we can see. Part of the disguise.

[ YO THE DRAMA??!?!?!?? Hyde is eating pistachios as they go. ]

[ Chicken but he has no reason to let go— actually, no, that's not true. He can't shell pistachios with just one hand. Hyde, wait, those are his pistachios... he already gave you the unable to be shelled ones... ]

Would you act upon your suspicions? Have Hyde murder me before things get out of hand?

[hyde eat all the pistachios that's the second command spell i'm calling it.

a bit wryly:] Things are already way out of hand.

... But, no. Not at all. Even monsters deserve to be saved.

[ SDFSDBFUHSDJ !!?!?? this was the best idea giving step command seals... dw hes still eating them... Good bye Pistachios.... Hell maybe hes eating the shells that the conselor took off from before too.

Just eats them.

like that.

Yum Conselorkuns leftovers.

But Stephanies comment about 'Even Monsters deserve to be saved' gets him.

He starts

fucking

bursting out laughing. He chokes on the pistachos, falls onto the ground, hes rolling around laughing so grossly hard. He cant believe what just came out of their mouth. ]

[ Oh. Hm. This finally gets the counselor to get down from his perch— still not letting go of Stephanie's hand, but crouching down in front of Hyde so he can keep a closer eye on him. He doesn't intervene, though, not to pat his back or anything. If Hyde can laugh, that means his airway is clear and he's not choking. ]

It doesn't seem like he agrees...

[well we're both just crouching in front of hyde now.]

He's biased. [she waves her free hand dismissively.] Bad guys never think they can be helped. It's why most of them are bad guys.

HAHAHAHA!!!

[ LISTEN HE WAS CHOKING. Then he wasnt... THEN HE IS.. Then he wasnt. Evil. Evils - he existed to REPRESENT all the evils within a persons mind. Of all people to say 'Monsters want to be Saved.' The irony of it, in many ways. In many ways would come tumbling down one day upon her. ]

YOU - [ Hes gasping for air clutching his stomach. Everything hurts in a good way, he loves hurting. ] YOU REALLY THINK??? MONSTERS WANNA BE SAVED??? WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF BULL SHIT!! Child mongering FUCK ASS childrens book did you come from?

[ Thats what it sounds like, even Nursey Rhyme knew better. Knew better about monsters, and how sometimes evil existed just to be simply evil. ]

KID! You are so fucked, if you honestly believe in that bull ass shit. You think the counselor cares about your feelings? About mine? The guy is sitting there upon his ass eating pistachos - the asshole is here for the ride. THATS a monster. A disgusting HOT ASS ugly, monster. [ Then he points to himself. ] You think I give a damn about being saved - [ He does, its a lie its a fucking lie. Jekyll is crying, please save me I dont want to kill. I want Justice, I wanted to end all things evil. I wanted to strip monsters from their will, I wanted to make good be all that is capable of reaching everyones light. I wanted To end all Monsters too.

Except this is Hyde so, Jekyll can scream all he wants. Its not going anywhere. No one is hearing that voice. Only Hyde is talking now. ] no Im here to rip and shred every single one of you apart one day. I'll make sure of it, it'll be my goal. To kill everyone here and show you that MONSTERS that live under your bed. Deserve to come out and be who they want to be too.

Fuck off with your need for salvation bull shit, what are you Jeanne Arc Lily?

[ He scratches at his head lazily. rolling his eyes as he lays on the floor, you should kick him steph. ]

[ If he can talk, he's not choking. Careful not to let go of Stephanie's hand, the counselor returns to his desk so he can sit on his ass eating pistachios, or whatever's left after Hyde raided his bowl.

He's not part of this conversation, so he doesn't interject— doesn't agree or disagree, just listens, takes in Hyde's words, a smile working its way on his face that he catches and fights back. He looks from Hyde to Stephanie to see if she's listening. Really listening. Maybe learning choice new swear words. ]

[of all the things to lose a game of chicken for... she lets go of his hand and goes to stand above Hyde, her fists on her hips.]

Ritsuka is gone, and you needed a master to keep living. Right? And you didn't have a whole lot of options. You couldn't have gone to the powerful magic people here, like Lucifer and Clamor; they never would've said yes, 'cause they would've understood what you were asking for. But, there were other people you could've asked, who would've said yes. People who would've loved to use their commands to make you shred us all apart.

[she leans down, and flicks him on the forehead.]

Instead, you asked a little girl who says monsters can be saved.

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