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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