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"I mean, we used to have drinks at the Cauldron together before the whole Blacklight clusterfuck, and I've been getting him food while he recovers." Dave gestured at the takeout bag. "So in your Cibus he just... didn't get hit by the parasite at all?"

Dave narrowed his eyes at him. "Well, yeah, I'm visiting. What, was he a friend of yours in the other Cibus?"

Chapter fifteen! A bit late because even after finishing the art it took me a bit to find the time to read through and edit. Chapter 15: Darkness and Poison When the two kids reached the Scorpio City Gym again, it was locked. Gyms were only supposed to be locked when the leader was away or...

Dave squinted at the other Zoroark. This was... another one of the Miracle Matters people, right? Wasn't he at the picnic, being fucking weird? And he was dripping Shadows, too. Not a great time. Was he here for Soda? Why? "Dave," he said, putting down the takeout bag. "What are you doing here?"

Dave needed some way to unwind after the fucking therapy session. Luckily the Cauldron was open, and after ordering yet another batch of mozzarella sticks, he headed for the holding cells. When they'd asked if he'd like anything to drink, he'd paused, and said no, and he wasn't even sure why...

Dave had no interest in talking. He wanted to just get out of here, but that wasn't going to accomplish fucking anything at this point. He sat and faced Fugu. "Fine. Talk." <><><><><>

Slowly, the Blacklight receded from his brain, and Shadow stopped shivering altogether before melting away into the air beneath his paws. Dave was alone with Fugu, again. This entire thing'd been fucking dumb. He stood, eyes still closed, breathing through his nose, for a moment, wondering if...

Dave crumpled to the floor. The Blacklight still pulsed through him, threatening to burst, and he couldn't find the motivation to get up again. Words echoed back at him, a series of pathetic deflections of the obvious, and all he could feel was deep loathing and disgust. For a moment he...

Fugu barreled into him with an Aqua Jet that left him seeing stars and then struck with her blade. Dave lost his balance, stumbling. The Blacklight was seeping through his tissues, spreading with every beat of his heart and ragged breath he took. He was so fucking exhausted. "It's all true, I...

Even that brief moment of concentration was cut short before it could clear the cold fog in his head too much. Fugu broke through, blade flashing, and his pulse pounded in his throat, and he had no time to think. "I don't fucking know! Shit about my dead kids, or Soda, or that I don't want to...

Fugu's eyes bored into him from the other side of the remaining shield. A flash of anger rose within him but drowned in a sickening surge of Blacklight-tinged memories. "He doesn't go away," Dave snarled. "No matter what I do. Reappears when I drink, if anything." That was... "Shit. Fuck!"...

Fugu hit hard; those muscles weren't for nothing. Dave staggered back, saw her preparing another strike as his heart pounded uncomfortably in his chest with a deep spike of panic, and dragged more Radiance out of his brain with a shuddering heave of mental effort. Dave used Shining Burden! The...

"Help," Shadow whispered. Was he even talking to him? Fuck. Fugu was fumbling a little, playing defense now. Shadows gathered in Dave's paw as he moved in again to slug her with it, snarling. "It's just, he talks, all right? Just, all this pathetic fucking whining about nothing." Come on, come...

Dave charged to follow her as she withdrew, gritting his teeth as shadows sprouted in his wake. "It's just some Blacklight bullshit that -- it's a weird doppelganger thing. Just this wispy version of you that follows you around sometimes. Consider yourself lucky you can't see or hear them."...

Fugu suddenly kicked the desk into the wall and pulled a sword out of her arm and Jesus fuck. He jumped at the deep, ringing clang of the blade, felt the thick pulse of adrenaline shooting through him as his body prepared for a battle. Honestly at this point he couldn't complain, could he...

"I don't even fucking know. What's that got to do with anything?" Shadow stared at Fugu, ears flat. Why the fuck was he even here if he was just going to be standing there? It wasn't like she could even see him, for fuck's sake.

"I mean, like I said, that wasn't exactly a great time for anyone. Multiple apocalypses going on." Shadow's eyes bored into him. "Sure, I was drinking a lot at the time. Frankly I'm surprised anyone wasn't."

Chapter fourteen! Emerged as kind of a sudden unexpected favorite for me when I reread the whole fic to comment on it after I finished it, despite featuring a bunch of absolute nonsense. Chapter 14: Thief and Victim Mark woke up feeling very refreshed. He scanned through his memory, but...

He blinked. "Wasted. Drunk. I'd just had a few beers at the cells with Soda. Basically half-asleep by that point too. Point is, I figured whatever, I'd agree to go to therapy if they'd leave me alone and let me sleep. That's about the size of it."

"Look, I don't even know at this point. Brisa insisted, and so did Mia, and I was too wasted to argue at the time. Mia somehow got it into her head that I've got some kind of brain damage." There was a soft whine somewhere beside him. Shadow looked up at him with a pointed stare. "This was all...