Week 8

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Thanks to Freddie, it seems as though you’ve dealt your first, honest blow to Randall. Truly a fitting end to the Randall Rech Zone. Sadly, you’re still stuck here, but something inside you is nagging at you to keep your head up. This late in the game, nobody has to be willing to resort to murder.

...Right?

12 people remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

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cw...gaston...

[athleticallyinclined]

Belle doesn't care about that kind of thing.

[ He sighs, dejected, and drops into the chair next to Soos, feet up on the bar. ]

If that was all she wanted, she'd have married me in a heartbeat!

[sorrydoods]

[Well, now he's gagging. Overdramatic gagging, of course, and sounding clearly disgusted.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Just. Backs away.

Don't throw up that rum all over his boots, please. ]

[sorrydoods]

[If only he was that wasted.

Instead he just stops after he notices Gaston's backed away.]

You...you really think she disn't care what yur like in a...murder mansion place?

[He may be drunk, and not the smartest person in this manor, but even he can't fall for that kinda thing.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He...hesitates, for a moment.

Then he huffs in annoyance, glaring at nothing. ]

She hates me anyway! What's the point?

[sorrydoods]

Then-then why do you even like her?! If she dozen't like you, th-*hic*-en why don't you just go for sum other girl? One that a-actually likes you?

[Seriously, why bother??]

[athleticallyinclined]

Some other girl?

[ Soos, have some self-respect. ]

That would be...giving up! Admitting defeat!

[ He bangs a fist on the bar. ]

The only way to win is to win her over!

[sorrydoods]

W-ell, which do you prefer? Being in a nice relashonship with someone, or losing a gerl that doezn't even like you?

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Soos are you okay.

He squints as if he's trying very hard to understand. ]

You mean...settling for second best?

[sorrydoods]

[He's drunk as fuck, what do you expect]

Well, kinda, I guess? At least stop going for a girl that-that hates your guts...

[athleticallyinclined]

Wouldn't it be better to keep trying?

Think how satisfying it'll be when she finally gives in!

[sorrydoods]

Well, maybe, but do you really think she evr will? Like, if you reallllly think so, I guess you could ceep trying, but, if not...it'd be the easier thing. Plus, less annoying.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He scowls. This is not what he wants to hear. ]

There must be some way to change her mind.

Locking up her father in an asylum didn't work...

[sorrydoods]

...please tell me your joking.

[what the FUCK gaston]

[athleticallyinclined]

Why would I joke about something like this?

[ He is 100% serious. ]

[sorrydoods]

Why would you think that'd help you?! That's-that's like trying to become friends with someone buy punching them in the kidneys!

[athleticallyinclined]

...That doesn't work?

[ WELL THAT EXPLAINS A LOT ]

[sorrydoods]

...NO!!!

I mean, unless they're the kind a' person that likes stuff like that, but most people don't!!

[It's explaining kindness to him all over again.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ PONDERS ]

Do you?

[sorrydoods]

No.

[please don't try it right now]

[athleticallyinclined]

Hmm.

[ scratch that off the to-do list ]

Then what does work?

[ You allegedly have multiple friends, Soos, you should know. ]

[sorrydoods]

Being nice to people!

We talked about this for, like...an hour or something, dood. D-did you forget alll of that?

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Gaston gives a long-suffering sigh and rolls his eyes. ]

And I tried! For at least an hour! A day!

It didn't work.

[sorrydoods]

Then...try in different ways. Don't do stuff like-like complementing people for killing a lot of people, or killing someone you don't like.

Maybe...get to know them and figure out what they'd prefer to hear.

[athleticallyinclined]

Sounds pathetic.

[ And like a lot of work. Getting to know people?? ]

Shouldn't they be glad to get any compliment from me?