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Soda was still stuck on this. Goddamn it. Dave really wished he had gotten a drink. Instead, he just shoved a mozzarella stick in his mouth and tried to enjoy the taste for a moment. "What's it matter what you deserve? They want you back. Flesh wants you back."

Dave glanced back at Kora. Did he even know the full extent of the damage? Fuck. "Are they at least treating you okay in here? What Owen told me about that Wheat guy sounded pretty fucking sketchy to me."

Dave'd wondered if Soda would ask if the other Soda had done the same things he had, but maybe he didn't really want to know. Any answer to that was shit in its own way. "What's the status on getting out of here by now?" he asked instead. "Anything new?"

"Hey," Dave said back. He moved to exchange the mozzarella sticks through the slot, keeping a wary eye on Kora. Guy looked like he was having a real internal battle with himself. He'd made it sound like he and his Soda had barely even hung out, and this was an entirely different universe's...

For a fleeting moment Dave imagined that universe. No Blacklight corruption, no memory fuckery, no Substitutes. Soda just staying a drinking buddy, and not someone he'd had to spend weeks thinking about. "No. Let's not." He picked up the bag and headed in towards Soda's cell.

"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."...