Mezzoni snarled, lowering himself like a beast. The hands that protruded from his mouth swiped violently. "LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU NEVER THOUGHT I WAS ENOUGH FOR YOU. SO I MADE YOUR DUMP BETTER, I MADE IT TO PROTECT PEOPLE!!!"
Mother forms from the ceiling and drops besides both of them. "G e n t l e m e n. We do not yell in this house."
Father can only manage a whimper. "You were always enough, Mezzoni. I just didn't show it like I should've. And I'm sorry. I'm truly, truly sorry. I wish with all my heart that I could say I was proud of you, of what you've accomplished. You've done amazing things... but I can't condone your actions. I'm sorry, Mezzoni. I'm sorry, Mother. I should have tried harder. I really should have tried..." He starts sobbing softly.
Mezzoni seems to falter and bristles again. "No no no no no no no no!" He snarls before suddenly getting backhanded by Mother.
She stares down at him, her eyes icy cold. "Son, I have watched you take lives that didn't deserve to go just yet. Nicholas has shown you them but you haven't stopped it. I have seen you treat the creatures in your basement as lesser all because you think yourself higher than them." She said, her tone laced with venom. "I watch this and I bristle at it. They are creatures with emotions and souls like you, me, your father.." she said and lifted him by his collar, turning to Father. "Apologize to him. Then you are going to apologize to each spirit you split from its husk."
Mezzoni can see Father now. The real Father. Like he used to be able to. This isn't the proud, powerful monster of the olden days. He's been growing since the day he was created, and has been growing the entire time he was down here. Skinny from lack of food, the lack of variety. Spindly from growth. Long, filthy nails and beard. His glasses fell off years ago, leaving him blind in the darkness. He looks almost corpse-like. His eyes are crushed shut and streaming tears as he hangs his head, his lips peeled back around his sharp, black teeth in a pained grimace.
He used to be kingly. Father wasn't just a name, it was a title. All the nightmare spirits were proud to call him Father. But he had lost sight of his real child. And his child had lost sight of him.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Mezzoni snarled, lowering himself like a beast. The hands that protruded from his mouth swiped violently. "LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU NEVER THOUGHT I WAS ENOUGH FOR YOU. SO I MADE YOUR DUMP BETTER, I MADE IT TO PROTECT PEOPLE!!!"
Mother forms from the ceiling and drops besides both of them. "G e n t l e m e n. We do not yell in this house."
Father can only manage a whimper. "You were always enough, Mezzoni. I just didn't show it like I should've. And I'm sorry. I'm truly, truly sorry. I wish with all my heart that I could say I was proud of you, of what you've accomplished. You've done amazing things... but I can't condone your actions. I'm sorry, Mezzoni. I'm sorry, Mother. I should have tried harder. I really should have tried..." He starts sobbing softly.
Mezzoni seems to falter and bristles again. "No no no no no no no no!" He snarls before suddenly getting backhanded by Mother.
She stares down at him, her eyes icy cold. "Son, I have watched you take lives that didn't deserve to go just yet. Nicholas has shown you them but you haven't stopped it. I have seen you treat the creatures in your basement as lesser all because you think yourself higher than them." She said, her tone laced with venom. "I watch this and I bristle at it. They are creatures with emotions and souls like you, me, your father.." she said and lifted him by his collar, turning to Father. "Apologize to him. Then you are going to apologize to each spirit you split from its husk."
Mezzoni can see Father now. The real Father. Like he used to be able to. This isn't the proud, powerful monster of the olden days. He's been growing since the day he was created, and has been growing the entire time he was down here. Skinny from lack of food, the lack of variety. Spindly from growth. Long, filthy nails and beard. His glasses fell off years ago, leaving him blind in the darkness. He looks almost corpse-like. His eyes are crushed shut and streaming tears as he hangs his head, his lips peeled back around his sharp, black teeth in a pained grimace.
He used to be kingly. Father wasn't just a name, it was a title. All the nightmare spirits were proud to call him Father. But he had lost sight of his real child. And his child had lost sight of him.
Mezzoni narrows his eyes, his expression falters between feeling guilty and childish anger towards his parent. He decides to be immature as he wrestles himself from Mother's grip and smooths out his features, returning to his form of Perfection. He forces a smile "I'm.. sorry." He says between gritted teeth, lies breathed out like smoke.
Mother's eyes, once dark, now engulfed in pure rage. The caring woman changing to one of disappointment and disgust. She turns without a word, disappearing into the walls.
Mezzoni narrows his eyes, his expression falters between feeling guilty and childish anger towards his parent. He decides to be immature as he wrestles himself from Mother's grip and smooths out his features, returning to his form of Perfection. He forces a smile "I'm.. sorry." He says between gritted teeth, lies breathed out like smoke.
Mother's eyes, once dark, now engulfed in pure rage. The caring woman changing to one of disappointment and disgust. She turns without a word, disappearing into the walls.
The third seal shivers. Not enough to break it, but enough to be known. Father doesn't respond as he fades from Mezzoni's sight once more. "Apologize to your mother. Please. She treated you well all these years. You don't have to feel anything for me. Just don't treat her like that. Please. She doesn't deserve this."
Mezzoni narrows his eyes, his expression falters between feeling guilty and childish anger towards his parent. He decides to be immature as he wrestles himself from Mother's grip and smooths out his features, returning to his form of Perfection. He forces a smile "I'm.. sorry." He says between gritted teeth, lies breathed out like smoke.
Mother's eyes, once dark, now engulfed in pure rage. The caring woman changing to one of disappointment and disgust. She turns without a word, disappearing into the walls.
The third seal shivers. Not enough to break it, but enough to be known. Father doesn't respond as he fades from Mezzoni's sight once more. "Apologize to your mother. Please. She treated you well all these years. You don't have to feel anything for me. Just don't treat her like that. Please. She doesn't deserve this."
"She has done nothing. She is just a yes man to you, that's all. She may have helped me with my project but that's all she has done." He said and fixed the lapels on his jacket "I've done all the work, she is just nice to the ones she likes here."
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Mezzoni narrows his eyes, his expression falters between feeling guilty and childish anger towards his parent. He decides to be immature as he wrestles himself from Mother's grip and smooths out his features, returning to his form of Perfection. He forces a smile "I'm.. sorry." He says between gritted teeth, lies breathed out like smoke.
Mother's eyes, once dark, now engulfed in pure rage. The caring woman changing to one of disappointment and disgust. She turns without a word, disappearing into the walls.
The third seal shivers. Not enough to break it, but enough to be known. Father doesn't respond as he fades from Mezzoni's sight once more. "Apologize to your mother. Please. She treated you well all these years. You don't have to feel anything for me. Just don't treat her like that. Please. She doesn't deserve this."
"She has done nothing. She is just a yes man to you, that's all. She may have helped me with my project but that's all she has done." He said and fixed the lapels on his jacket "I've done all the work, she is just nice to the ones she likes here."
"Mezzoni. Without her, the people would have lost hope long ago. Fear is a duality. Remember our studies? Without hope, there is no fear. You would have starved. So would have the attendants."
Mezzoni narrows his eyes, his expression falters between feeling guilty and childish anger towards his parent. He decides to be immature as he wrestles himself from Mother's grip and smooths out his features, returning to his form of Perfection. He forces a smile "I'm.. sorry." He says between gritted teeth, lies breathed out like smoke.
Mother's eyes, once dark, now engulfed in pure rage. The caring woman changing to one of disappointment and disgust. She turns without a word, disappearing into the walls.
The third seal shivers. Not enough to break it, but enough to be known. Father doesn't respond as he fades from Mezzoni's sight once more. "Apologize to your mother. Please. She treated you well all these years. You don't have to feel anything for me. Just don't treat her like that. Please. She doesn't deserve this."
"She has done nothing. She is just a yes man to you, that's all. She may have helped me with my project but that's all she has done." He said and fixed the lapels on his jacket "I've done all the work, she is just nice to the ones she likes here."
"Mezzoni. Without her, the people would have lost hope long ago. Fear is a duality. Remember our studies? Without hope, there is no fear. You would have starved. So would have the attendants."
"Gods above, I don't care. Both of you are old, forgotten in the minds of everything and everyone." He said coldly "Nothing but a hotel for maggot is what you are anymore."
The third seal shivers. Not enough to break it, but enough to be known. Father doesn't respond as he fades from Mezzoni's sight once more. "Apologize to your mother. Please. She treated you well all these years. You don't have to feel anything for me. Just don't treat her like that. Please. She doesn't deserve this."
"She has done nothing. She is just a yes man to you, that's all. She may have helped me with my project but that's all she has done." He said and fixed the lapels on his jacket "I've done all the work, she is just nice to the ones she likes here."
"Mezzoni. Without her, the people would have lost hope long ago. Fear is a duality. Remember our studies? Without hope, there is no fear. You would have starved. So would have the attendants."
"Gods above, I don't care. Both of you are old, forgotten in the minds of everything and everyone." He said coldly "Nothing but a hotel for maggot is what you are anymore."
The third seal shivers. Not enough to break it, but enough to be known. Father doesn't respond as he fades from Mezzoni's sight once more. "Apologize to your mother. Please. She treated you well all these years. You don't have to feel anything for me. Just don't treat her like that. Please. She doesn't deserve this."
"She has done nothing. She is just a yes man to you, that's all. She may have helped me with my project but that's all she has done." He said and fixed the lapels on his jacket "I've done all the work, she is just nice to the ones she likes here."
"Mezzoni. Without her, the people would have lost hope long ago. Fear is a duality. Remember our studies? Without hope, there is no fear. You would have starved. So would have the attendants."
"Gods above, I don't care. Both of you are old, forgotten in the minds of everything and everyone." He said coldly "Nothing but a hotel for maggot is what you are anymore."
"And you think you'll end up any different?"
"I know I won't.." he hissed, grasping claws into the woods to pull himself back upwards. "I refuse to be defeated by you in anyway. Then you would get free.. you think I can't see behind those words and tears? I can." He waved a hand. "Stay down there. Where you belong."
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Mezzoni is crawling out of his father's crypt, his Perfection form back in tact.
They go over to him "what happened earlier?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"I am. It's my job to be." She said.
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βWhat do you mean?β
"Have you ever heard of the term Empathy?"
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Mezzoni can see Father now. The real Father. Like he used to be able to. This isn't the proud, powerful monster of the olden days. He's been growing since the day he was created, and has been growing the entire time he was down here. Skinny from lack of food, the lack of variety. Spindly from growth. Long, filthy nails and beard. His glasses fell off years ago, leaving him blind in the darkness. He looks almost corpse-like. His eyes are crushed shut and streaming tears as he hangs his head, his lips peeled back around his sharp, black teeth in a pained grimace.
He used to be kingly. Father wasn't just a name, it was a title. All the nightmare spirits were proud to call him Father. But he had lost sight of his real child. And his child had lost sight of him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
βYeahβ¦ I think I have. Feeling other peopleβs emotions?β
(woo boredom)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Mezzoni narrows his eyes, his expression falters between feeling guilty and childish anger towards his parent. He decides to be immature as he wrestles himself from Mother's grip and smooths out his features, returning to his form of Perfection. He forces a smile "I'm.. sorry." He says between gritted teeth, lies breathed out like smoke.
Mother's eyes, once dark, now engulfed in pure rage. The caring woman changing to one of disappointment and disgust. She turns without a word, disappearing into the walls.
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"Yes dear. I feel their emotions as my own. It makes me want to care for them so they are sad, or lonely, or angry anymore.."
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The third seal shivers. Not enough to break it, but enough to be known. Father doesn't respond as he fades from Mezzoni's sight once more. "Apologize to your mother. Please. She treated you well all these years. You don't have to feel anything for me. Just don't treat her like that. Please. She doesn't deserve this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"She has done nothing. She is just a yes man to you, that's all. She may have helped me with my project but that's all she has done." He said and fixed the lapels on his jacket "I've done all the work, she is just nice to the ones she likes here."
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(anyone open?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Mezzoni. Without her, the people would have lost hope long ago. Fear is a duality. Remember our studies? Without hope, there is no fear. You would have starved. So would have the attendants."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Gods above, I don't care. Both of you are old, forgotten in the minds of everything and everyone." He said coldly "Nothing but a hotel for maggot is what you are anymore."
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"And you think you'll end up any different?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know I won't.." he hissed, grasping claws into the woods to pull himself back upwards. "I refuse to be defeated by you in anyway. Then you would get free.. you think I can't see behind those words and tears? I can." He waved a hand. "Stay down there. Where you belong."
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The kid is looking for Mezzoni
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
The shark person is being carted around by a staff member in a large clear glass tank
Mezzoni is crawling out of his father's crypt, his Perfection form back in tact.
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They go over to him "what happened earlier?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Mezzoni narrows his eyes "you will speak nothing about what you saw if you value your life little one..."
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