Part 29: Second Playthrough - 3 AM

[SFX: Somewhere, a fire is burning]



Sometimes it's okay to be quiet. It is nice to know we don't have to talk sometimes.





♆: Yeah?
♀: Umm...are you okay...?
♆: Yes.
♀: Ah.
♀: S-sorry.



♀: Are you okay?
♆: I said—
♆: *cough*
♆: —God. I'm fine.
♃: You're totally not.



♀: Again?
♆: Yeah—
♆: *cough, cough*
♆: —again.
♃: Are you sure you're okay?
♆: I'm fine, I'm fine.
♆: I need to go to the bathroom.



It's quiet. But it's not okay anymore. We shiver whenever Neptune coughs. Even through the bathroom, it sounds louder than ever.



♃: You sound really bad, can we get anything?
♆: No.
♃: Do you want to go back, I mean, we can if you—
♆: I TOLD you, it's *cough*

[SFX: A siren gives off some buzzes and crackles.]

♀: Jupiter, she's—
♆: I'm fine.
♃: Neptune. Please open up the door, okay.
♀: Please, you gotta open up.
♆: I'm FINE.
♀: Please.



♃: You have to come out.
♆: Okay.
♆: Okay.
♆: You asked me to come out. So I'm coming out.

[MUSIC: Victim of Circumstance]





♆: Ha. Sorry. Stay good there Venus.
♆: Drink up.

Neptune lets the ichor drizzle off her finger. Like it's chocolate syrup. Jupiter screams and pushes her but Neptune won't even flinch. She ignores her completely.

♆: At least YOU know how to be decent, ha.



♆: Calm your tits, Jupiter, I just need like a minute.

Jupiter slams her body into her.

♆: I promise to be an incredible nightmare to you too babe just wait a MINUTE.



It's long and thin and heavy and she takes it and she swings it and she crashes the blunt of it right against Neptune's shoulder and she crumples to the ground. Jupiter grabs Venus and bolts.

Neptune is already on her feet again. She just watches. Jupiter holds her radio with one hand and Venus with the other. He claws for support against the wall. It doesn't look like he can see.

♆: Oof.
♆: Sorry, I lied. But you should have known better.
♆: You kids are trying so hard to be good.
♆: And I guess I don't want you to.
♆: Doesn't it feel unfair?
♆: You're already good, so why do you have to try so hard to be good?
♆: It makes me mad.
♆: They want you to prove you're good. But you're already so good.
♆: What is that? Why do they do that?
♆: Why did they think I wouldn't notice that? That it should so obviously be me. That it should so obviously be you.
♆: It makes me so, so mad.
♆: I hate this place so much.
♆: Why are either of you here?
♆: Why do we have to be here?



♃: Let's just. We don't. It doesn't.
♆: God just stoppppp. Please. I hate this.
♆: I am trying to fuck up Venus for the rest of his entire life and you too if you let me and if you want to stop that I guess there is a problem and you will have to kill me.
♆: Does that kid look happy to you? Well I guess we have different opinions and you will have to stop me from making him into what he is trying very hard not to be.
♆: And Jupiter I want to do the same to you so badly. So, so badly.
♃: Please—
♆: No.
♆: I don't want to be good ever.
♆: And neither of you should want to be good either.

Jupiter tightens her grip on her radio. Venus holds her shoulder.

♀: I'm okay.
♆: Ha. Try not to kill me, okay?