Voice || End of his Tether

[notjustinthemirror]

Alright. I fucking give up. Who the hell did I piss off this time?

I've impaled myself on my own mannequins, lit myself on fire, knocked a building down on my head, and I don't even want to know what the fuck I just teleported into, but it smells like something crawled up an asshole and died there.

[There's a loud crash and some scrabbling noises.]

And I almost got decapitated by a window.

What the fuck?

Comments

[hopecanruinyou]

Well I don't know about everyone, but I know I have. Pretty sure I ran into a guy earlier that was having the same kind of problem too because he didn't seem surprised at all by the whole falling over nothing thing.

[had wanted to refer to the whole thing as a meet cute even, which was weird.]

Your bad luck sounds a little more... extreme than mine though. You said you got impaled? Are you okay?

[notjustinthemirror]

Yeah. It sounds a lot more dramatic than it is.

Actually no, it is pretty dramatic I have a hole in my fucking chest now. I need a new shirt.

[hopecanruinyou]

I don't know if I can help you with your shirt but I could probably do something for the hole in your chest if you'd like?

[notjustinthemirror]

It'll heal.

Eventually.

I wonder if I look more intimidating all fucked up with huge holes in my chest, or less intimidating.

[hopecanruinyou]

Well yeah, but-- [but he's clearly not actually all that bothered by the hole, so he probably doesn't need your help, let it go thom.]

Erm, more probably? I think?

[notjustinthemirror]

You say that, but you don't really mean it.

[hopecanruinyou]

Well I don't actually know what you look like either way? [he's trying his best here.]

[notjustinthemirror]

Nice effort though.

Hows your brush with death going?

[hopecanruinyou]

A bite less dramatically than your own, honestly. Though I did fall down a flight of stairs at one point.

[notjustinthemirror]

That's it?

Come back when you've fallen through a building into the basement onto a bed of spikes.

[hopecanruinyou]

Uh. I'd rather avoid that if I can, to be honest. I'm not sure I could handle it with as much... er, grace as you have?

[notjustinthemirror]

I don't know how graceful I looked flailing all over the place trying to get out of the basement.

And don't sell yourself short, I believe in you. Be the death you want to die.

[hopecanruinyou]

I don't want to die any kind of death, really.

[notjustinthemirror]

You planning on living forever?

[hopecanruinyou]

Not really but I don't really want to die any time soon either.

[notjustinthemirror]

From what I hear, if you die here you just come right back. So might be a good place to give it a trial run.

((OOC: I'm on mobile and i'm pretty sure I just blocked you and then subscribed to you and who knows what else. I'm sorry. D:))

[hopecanruinyou]

That seems like the kind of thing that could have a really disastrous trial run if you're wrong.

((OOC: lmao no worries, i know that struggle.))

[notjustinthemirror]

Well then you're dead and you don't have to worry about things like right or wrong.