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The KHW gang (Light bulb suggested the name) had recently recruited a new member, Baseball. Knife realized they couldn't do anything with a goofball and a shy ass bitch so he got a fatass to block Nickel from her vison and, so far it's been working great! It's just.. things are hard to control sometimes.
Baseball was currently talking to Suitcase trying to help her solve a puzzle but, Nickel came down into the lobby and Baseball quickly and with SO much GRACE ushered her out of the room and into hers to finish the puzzle.
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Knife was playing some Placebreak with Suitcase and Pickle when Nickel bust through the front doors, Knife shot up, kicked his ass out and locked the door. All either of his friends could do was give him a weird look. They knew they wouldn't be able to get him to spill anyways.
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Lightbulb just.. locked her up basically, yeah.
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While all five of them had a MarioKart tourney, Suitcase took a break from the gaming to grab some Scooby snacks for them.
Nickel was in the kitchen.
It felt like they stood there for hours, thoughts raced through both of their minds.. even if I'm omniscient sometimes I still can't fucking read this shit with how fast it's going like, Jesus Christ this paper keeps making new lines every zano-second at this point anyway, the once chatter filled room went silent once they saw this cluster fuck of an interaction.
"Suitcase!" At least 3 people yelled at once.
The girl mentioned though, did nothing but walk out the room.
"Nickel?" Baseball asks, somehow shrinking his huge stature.
"I'm fine, Baseball." Unsurprising for Nickel he lies through his teeth. No one believes him, because even when they do leave they can still see him paralyzed in the kitchen.
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Suitcase, was well past due for a meeting with Swagforce, good thing they are meeting right now though.
"I'm sure you're aware of why you're here, yes?" Swagforce, even as a hyper realistic 3ft tall Ekin shoe manages to frown
"Yeah," Suitcase just flops down to her back, "Can't you make it prettier here?"
"You can't avoid the conversation you know needs to happen but, yes, I can do that. Close your eyes." Swagforce trues to nicely push Suitcase into talking about her feelings (it doesn't work).
"Open them."
When Suitcase opens her eyes she sits up eyeing the place around her in wonder. The rays of sun hit everything impossibly perfectly, the hill she's on gets caught in a breeze and the assortment of flowers around her sway knocking the petals off them. The forest around her is lush and green and almost magical in a way. Words couldn't possibly tell you the wonder.
It's almost like last time she was in this place and it wasn't this black void. The same day Balloon returned. Swagforce must be trying to help her regulate her emotions. Sadly, there's just too much going on up there. Swagforce must be able to tell since it starts talking. Hey, since she can basically be anything she wants here can't she...?
"I will not keep you here long it's almost morning for you but, I will tell you that your are here because of DAWG. Do what you need to do to get rid of it. Just don't do something drastic, okay?"
"Why are you doing all of this for just me? Isn't there like a million other people with black airforces that have DAWG?"
Swagforce looks over to find an inanimate hotdog. "For That I Won't Be Answering That Question, Just Why?"
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Suitcase, doing the direct opposite of what Swagforce asked of her...
socks Nickel directly in the jaw the next time she sees him, usually she does not resort to violence and do some goofy shit but nah fuck that ig.
The ugly shit gets knocked to the ground but, before he can even open his eyes he gets punched again, and again, and again. Punch-nado.
She keeps going until her fists bruise and go slightly bloody, until her arms are sore and her eyes can't shed tears anymore, until the bystanders can't bystand anymore and the red blob she can't see properly calls someone else that drags her off him, too bad she can't hear it cause of the ringing in her fucking ears being able to hear everything stinks frfr. She doesn't fight back. The one dragging her away isn't the one she wanted the beat the shit out of.
"Fuck you, next time I'll beat your ass with my super laser piss." Suitcase passes out from exhaustion, shouldn't have pulled all those crops without sleeping lmao.
The next time she wakes up though... She doesn't really wake up.
She's getting a very stern look from Swagcase, oops?
"What did I tell you?!" Swagforce states disappointed.
Suitcase averts her eyes.
"To not do anything drastic!" Swagforce paces.
Suitcase scoffs, "It's not your problem." She pauses "plus, don't you have better things to do?"
Swagforce sighs " even while I can still do whatever I want and am a multi-dimensional being with the power to shatter you across the multiverse, I still have emotions, most gods like me do! And I also cannot control who I meet. Someone of a higher power than me dictates that plus, I can only be with them people at once. Bring relieved of my duty once be become mentally well enough without my support."
"Oh." Suitcase says so very ingeniously, finally making eye contact with Swagforce, "it would be funny if I knew someone you were helping right now!"
"Unlike a therapist, I CAN disclose my clients! Say hi to Li-"
This time Suitcase wakes up for real.
Then, she's immediately informed its been two days. Emotional exhaustion does that or something?? Fourth wall break where I un-necessarily mention my own problems, even though I don't have any because I'm a personified version of thoughts 😒 I don't get paid enough for this.
"what the fuck, it's been three days! What do you mean 'not getting a punishment.' she literally rocked my shit !"
"Nickel, meet me in my office if you want to talk about it instead of scream at me about it, bye."
Oj invites himself into the hotel room to see Suitcase already awake and facing him.
"Great," Oj walks up to her bed and pulls up a chair. "we need to talk."
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Apparently the hotel owner doesn't like it when you beat someone up in the middle of the lobby 😒. Suitcase learned that the hard way, she also learned he had been informed of her DAWG and scheduled a monitored meeting in an hour.
Trophy, Knife and Baseball accompanied her, all of them under florescent light, and a camera in the corner closely watching, the two separated by a table.
Suitcase eyes Nickel, daring him to say something out of term.
"So are you going to explain why yo-" she lunges at him before he can dare finish. Trophy grabs her by the legs, causing her to fall face first on the table.
"Let's try that again." Knife states.
"I just want to know why you put everyone on our team through that during season two? Specifically me and Balloon!"
"I... Don't really have a reason. I mean, my hatred of Balloons behavior paired with you being non-confrontational led me to believe that you two wouldn't get along, it made me want to break you apart." He figets with his shirt, " I saw that, you and him actually DID hit it off, and I did see he was trying to change. It's just I didn't want to change either."
Hes being awfully fidgety.
"I just didn't like him and I don't respect you- I mean, I didn't respect you! I mean I don't but, um. I guess it can basically be boiled down to me not liking him.. and thinking that I could shape you into not liking him either."
He doesn't look like he was planning to utter an apology. He doesn't look like he is anyways.
"You don't even sound apologetic. Are you even telling the truth? You don't even LOOK sorry, for the fucks sake!"
"God, what do you want me to say Suitcase?! What do you want me to do? I'm sorry!" He exclaims defensively.
He feels himself falling from his chair before he can register what happened, and before he passes out he hears one last thing "The next time you speak to me I'll piss on the moon."
The 'bodyguards' oj assigned did nothing to stop this, he deserved it for that dumbass response.
Pickle opens the door, "Wanna play Rawbrocks?" Everyone follows his lead to the lounge leaving it on the floor out cold.
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A few weeks after that interaction and Nickels only companion is Balloon, Suitcase doesn't blame him though he's heartbrocken and has Ben for many yars. Nickel avoids her like how twitter users avoid basic literacy skills.
And soobcsse... If
Guess
.. you could say.... Shes swag as frick!!! 😎