Dante "Slug" Savage's Questionnaire

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What kind of sick question is that, you know more than anyone how cruel of a question that is! Where the fuck does it look like I live?

*sigh*

I-I did had a home, I lived in a small trailer park, by myself. After some, business, came up I started moving a lot, I couldn't let him find me… I don't know how or why, but i'm here now.

This place keeps changing, but the dirty alleyways are always the same. The dark corners where the sun doesn't shine, where unwanted things are tossed away, that's where I stake my claim.

Just like trash… just like me.

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Money, heh.

A necessary evil during this point in my life. Never liked the concept of money, as stupid as that may sound. 

What you see on me is all I have to my name, barely event a cent. I might come upon some dirty money once in a while in the filth.

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I've had to steal some cash from time to time. I feel so god-damn disgusting for doing it, but I need to.

*sound of sloshing liquid in a metallic container*

This, mud, it's the only thing keeping my mind from it all.

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This seems like a loaded question? I dunno what you want from me.

I guess what everyone wants, a happy life, fulfillment, purpose, meaning. 

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I don't deserve that. How could I after what I did! How do you even begin to move on from this?! 

WHY, why me, why was I born with this! Who's twisted sense of humor thought of this loop, it NEVER STOPS!

If I wasn't such a fucking coward, I could've stopped him! I should have stayed to fight, I would face him again if I could, I wouldn't hesitate to end him this time! Continue the cycle…

*a quiet sniffle*

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Turn that fucking thing off!

*sound of slamming on wooden table*

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You're really starting to piss me off with these questions, you know that?

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Yellow.

Those memories are painted yellow. The scorched earth, hollow bodies, his wrathful screams. It was all gone, burned by his power, and it was all my fault.

I've never been so scared, so full of doubt. So I fled, I ran and ran, my powers abandoning me with every negative thought that rushed through my head. 

I found this, ripple, It didn't seem like he created it, so I touched it and was pulled in.

After a moment I found myself here, the last thing I say was his burning stare, full of anger and disappointment.

I'm a coward…

I should've just let him take me out. After all, it's our fate...

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This one is personal, ain't it?

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I-I don't have no one, not anymore, they're just memories to me now. Only me and him, knew they ever existed…

Ethan, my best friend, it was only a matter of time before fate crept in.

Maria, my moon

Eliot, oh, Eliot, he had her eyes…

*sounds of soft and quiet sobbing*

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Good, nothing too out of the ordinary. 

I guess.

I was born with this freakish white hair due to my, condition, which caused some light bullying, but it built character.

My folks were good, we didn't have much, but we made it work. I wonder where they were that day…

*clears throat*

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School was fine. I moved around Grade 7, I started dying my hair to fit in better, that's around the time I meet Ethan. Me and him were good pals, always hung out, he was a bit of a bad influence on me though. Started doing some petty crime, light stealing, some mischief, it, evolved, eventually.

Anyways, I say I had a worthwhile childhood.

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*ambient sound of rhythmic fingers scratching wood*

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I don't want to remember, no matter how much sludge I force down my throat, she's still there.

Every time I look at the night sky, she's there.

Her eyes… have you ever met someone who's gaze could strip you to your core, make you feel so vulnerable but so safe?..

*soft mumbling that becomes more aggressive*

God Dammit.

STOP, stop making me think it about!

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I-I'm sorry

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I'm not sure anymore to be quite honest...

I used to fear for the lives of those closest to me, my family and friends, I would do anything to protect them. That fear is dead.

Like many mortal beings, I feared death, that is until I learned to fear something far worse, Him.

I don't know what happened to him after I came here. Who's to say he knows where I went?

What if he comes back….?

Oh god...

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Are you shittin' me? Prized possession? Everything I held dear I left behind, reduced to ash by Him. All I have is what I was wearing at the time and the junk there in. I've been picking up some odd trinkets from these odd ventures I keep finding myself in, like this weird bucket with my face on it, and thsese cloud bals, that's pretty neat I guess. The only thing I got that holds any significant is my canteen here, it has a sick hold on me as of late, helps me sleep, and stop thinking...

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*sigh* 

Where do I even begin...

Well for one, I'm homeless, I only recently moved out of the fake alleyways of that main hub place. How a digital realm can still have poverty is, depressing. I live in a camp in the woods now, but that still isn't really a home. With that i'm also poor as dirt, so I can't buy anything I really need, and anytime I do get cash I blow it on booze.

I'm also a problem, I let myself go, I need my flask to even get through the day, my brain won't shut the fuck up about how much of a failure I am. If I can't get myself straightened out, then I might as well let this world take me.

Then have Him to worry about.

There's just a lot going on.

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Hmm, well I get up whenever I have the will to, I sleep in till noon usually, sometimes later depending on the night before. 

When I do eventually get up, I stumble to the river my camp is near and just sorta fall in. The cold water really gets me up, plus this is the closest thing I get to a bath. Plus I wash my mouth out in there, I don't have a tooth brush. 

After I air dry on a rock, I try to find some food. This venture takes much of my effort because there's very large bees here, and they like to hand around berry bushes. I steal honey when I can, and if i'm lucky I can kill a fish in the river to eat. 

After that, I put my cloths on and go about the rest of my day.

I would do more, but I'm just not in the position to, well, care about my upkeep.

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Now, aside from the fact that would never happen, I'll give you my hypothetical answer as if I had the means.

Being, well, a guy, it doesn't take me too long to prepare, most of it would just be me procrastinating. 

I would shower first, after that I would shave a little to touch up my longish hair and beard, I like my beard. Put on the pit stick, maybe some nice smelling fragrance. Believe it or not, I'd rather smell like a muffin rather than coolant. 

I would wear a floral button-up shirt and some khaki pants, my style used to be very casual, I would love wearing those kinds of shirts. Those were better days…

Uh, anyways, that would basically be it, that would take me about 15 minutes, I would just need my wallet and I would be out the door.

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I don't fuckin' know, man. I don't even know if I will even make it to my next birthday, let alone have the time to care about it.

I have no one to celebrate with, no one even knows my birthday, anyone who did is ash now.

None of it matters now.

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