[log] knife dad is knife dead [closed]

[mrcreamsicles]

Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, the Cat, and Alfie
Location: House 77
Date: Night 275
Summary: Four friends meet up to collectively miss their fifth friend.
Warnings: Likely discussion of self-harm and accidental suicide.

77: A two-story A-frame house. The first floor has a living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms. The second floor has a master bedroom, master bathroom, and balcony. There's some posterboard and dried paint in the right first bedroom, and piles of boxes in the left one. All of the boxes and light furniture has been shoved into a pile. "SHEENA FUJIBAYASHI AND ZELOS WILDER, DAY 65, TRAVELING EAST" has been carved into one of the walls.

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[mrcreamsicles]

[And it's out of his realm of expectation and as far removed from the dour mood as he hoped that he laughs, a thing bursting from him in his surprise.]

You shitting me? Why'd you do that?

[devoutish]

[Alfie doesn't smile, but he very nearly does, and that's an achievement by itself.]

I was a very small baby at the time.

[mrcreamsicles]

[He makes a 'pfft' noise.]

Oh, dude, come on. That's cheating. Everybody knows babies piss on people they shouldn't. Tell me something from when you were old enough to make decisions more complex than whether the spoon goes in your mouth.

[devoutish]

I nearly dropped a baby in front of that same important man and a whole crowd of other people, when I was in my twenties.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Another laugh.]

Have you got something personal against him? He's going to build up a whole thing against stuff involving babies at this rate.

[devoutish]

Goodness, I hope not. He's a mohel; he leads a special ceremony involving newborn babies.

[mrcreamsicles]

[It takes him a moment, but babies, ceremony, Alfie is Jewish... oh.]

Maybe just keep your distance and let him handle it, huh? But hey, you want a dumb baby story from my life?

[devoutish]

Ah, couldn't've done that. I was chosen to carry the tyke up to him; it's an honor.

[But he gives Davesprite a nod, indicating that he should go on with his story.]

cw: animal death

[mrcreamsicles]

I accidentally killed a pony my first day on Earth.

cw: animal death

[devoutish]

That's a rather large animal to kill accidentally.

cw: animal death

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite shrugs.]

That's what happens when you get caught between a baby's ass and a meteor. Not bullshitting on that one, either; Karkat can back me up.

cw: animal death

[devoutish]

Context?

[mrcreamsicles]

Right, so, none of us who played the game were actually born, and neither were our guardians. Sburb—the game—had this thing called ectobiology where basically our guardians got cloned from themselves, and then that genetic info got combined to make us. Then all of us got sent back to Earth on meteors. And I know how utterly balls out bullshit that sounds, but I swear it's the truth. Prince of Bel Air was me trolling you; this is the real deal.

[devoutish]

[Alfie just gives him a confused look - not disbelieving, exactly, but what the fuck, Davesprite.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite holds the look.]

I'm making it as simple as I can. You ask elaboration and we're going to be here all night while I explain the game to you.

[devoutish]

Yeah, all right.

Who's your guardian, then?

[mrcreamsicles]

[Not a wrong question to ask, but a wariness settles into him under the surface just the same.]

My bro. Biologically my dad, but I didn't know that 'til later.

[devoutish]

Is he all right back home, or are you on your own?

[mrcreamsicles]

[He can't even fault Alfie for wondering. He doesn't know. It's a question that makes sense to have. He keeps his tone and expression carefully even as he answers.]

He died three years ago. I don't want to get into it.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Suppose I wouldn't want to, either, if I were you.

[mrcreamsicles]

[He shrugs one-shouldered. There's only so much to say when so much of it sits uncomfortably in his mind. He pushes on.]

What family have you got back on your Earth?

[devoutish]

No wife and kids. But - a grandfather and two parents still living. Two brothers and a sister, and all their families. Aunts and uncles and cousins, though not all of them in London.

[mrcreamsicles]

Big family, huh? Or maybe that's normal, what do I know.

[He pauses, musing. Alfie's certainly old enough to have nieces and nephews of all kinds, and people having siblings is common enough.]

All I've got left if my sister, and I didn't know we were related until we were thirteen. Haven't seen her in a few years. Don't really want to when it would mean her showing up here.

—Oh, and the teenage alt universe forms of our parents? But I haven't met them yet.

[devoutish]

Why has it been so long since you've seen your sister?

[Sisters are lovely and normal compared to this ancestor-descendant thing, so he alights on that.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[It's the easier part to explain, too.]

We were in different places. Like when you're in different states or different countries, except we couldn't really contact each other because we were in different parts of reality, somehow? Don't ask me to explain that because I honestly don't get where we were. And before I could meet up with her again, I got brought here.