castaside | [Heart Game] From the ashes we can build

"I wasn't gonna touch it!" MK said defensively. He really wasn't.

"...You might be right but I wanna try something first." Well several somethings but first...

"Epsilon? We...need to get inside. Would you mind moving? Pretty please?"

Epsilon might hear you, might not. The cracks are memories only, so it's impossible to tell.

Regardless, nothing happens.

Red Son raises an eyebrow, but slowly let's go of his hands. "Just checking. We don't need a fourth person with blue cracks and you definitely don't need identity issues," he said flatly.

He waits for a response. "...shall we contact them now?"

Stupid AI not listening. Or just not moving. Rude ass Epsilon.

"I guess yeah. Call them?" He asked as he stepped off the porch and tried to look under the door. Do the cracks go along under the door?

He pulls out his phone and considers. "I think Wash. He has more experience," he said.

You can see blue under the door, but it's hard to tell where the cracks are exactly.

The porch starts creaking ominously.

Mk was sure Red Son would yell at him later. He just wanted to see something. And he needed to see closer. With a poof, while Red Son was on the phone, he turned little. He moved close to the door and looked under. Could he squeeze through without touching anything blue?

That is an ominous creaking and Red Son steps off the crouch. "MK. MK, get off the porch!" Red Son said, trying to look for the sign of the strain.

From this vantage point you can see that the entire floor is covered in blue cracks. Even as a tiny person there's no way to avoid touching them. Not only that, the entire place is structurally unsound. Anyone going in there might not only touch the blue cracks, they might fall down into a sinkhole of them.

That was horrifying to see. There was nothing in the house waiting for them except that. Mk quickly backed away and poof! He was big again as he stumbled off the porch.

"That... that was fucking scary! Ask Wash what it means if there's a huge hole FULL of cracks? What do we do about THAT?!"

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"He said not to touch them! He says he'll take a look, but its his brain explosion," Red Son said, waving at the house. "If anyone can do something, its him, and if he can't, we just keep giving it space."

"I didn't touch them!" Mk snapped back a little. "I promised I wouldn't but Epsilon went and made a giant hole in Monkey King's house! But not as BIG A HOLE AS I MADE!" He shouted at the house. He huffed and crossed his arms.

"If he can't do anything, there's nothing in there anymore."

While you stand there talking about it, the creaking sounds increase, and then the house collapses into a glowing blue sinkhole.

Fuck-

"Its attention," Red Son said, grabbing MK's arm and yanking him away. "There was an effect when I looked at the cracks too long in Pigeon Girl's heart, we need to just...give it space."

He hopes.

HE HOPES.

"OH FUCK!" MK yelped and jumped back. They were both safe but the whole house just FELL INTO A GIANT GLOWING BLUE SINKHOLE.

"...WHAT WAS THAT?! WHY?!" MK yelled. He heard Red Son and looked at his boyfriend.

"We can't even LOOK at them?! I...that..." Mk sputtered and growled in frustration. There was nothing they could do and the AI had just drilled a huge hole in Macaque's brain. Great. Wonderful. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

The wind blows up through the sinkhole, seeming to be chuckling.

UM.

"....it wasn't Epsilon," he said. Because that laughter was definitely not Leonard Church.

MK stopped. The chuckle. They knew that chuckle. He grabbed the Monkey Keychain and his button hovered over the button. A very angry vengeful monkey chirp erupted from MK. He shook as he was so tempted.

"...You're dead. You hear me? You're dead, bitch."

Red Son reaches out to put his hand over MK's.

"Its mixed with Epsilon. That's a trap," he said. "If she was most active here, it would have been apparent a lot quicker. This is just a branch at best. A branch of a memory. You can't just wreck bad things in someone's soul."

Am I~?

More giggling on the wind. There's no way to get to her from here, since you don't see anything in the sinkhole but blue glow and icicles.

Red Son's voice was closer, louder, and made sense. It wasn't really her and it wasn't real. Her voice, those two words though, sank in deeper. She was dead. She was dead and gone. MK saw her die. He saw her disappear. Yet those two little words stabbed into his brain and his heart like those sharp icicles. He couldn't dive in there to find her. She was in there and there wasn't anything he could do!

Red Son was right. They couldn't destroy things. Not in Macaque's mind. Never had MK wished the Samadhi fire was around here. If they could toss it in the hole, then maybe that would be better. That wasn't the case. They had to go. They needed to get going.

"Let's go. Now." MK grabbed Red Son's hand and ran for the way back out toward the elevator.

Red Son moves with MK and-

Pulls out his keychain and activated the privacy bubble.

No more words from the blue bitch.

"Do you need grounding?" He asked. He can see its getting to MK. Red Son can focus on other things. Like Macaque. Like MK himself. He knows how Hearts work know, and already dealt with Nyssa.

He can keep his head on straight.

The privacy bubble definitely helped. Mk's hands moved to his own head and he kept walking. It was hard to not hear her voice still echoing in his head.

"She's still in my head. She's always all up in my head," MK spoke through clenched teeth. "I don't want her in anyone else's head too."

"She's in everyone's head with enough exposure," Red Son said, moving with MK until they're out of the room. "You should sit down."

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