“And I say it never happened like that.”
“Oh you can be such a pain.”
“Haha, shut up Zero.”
A video call, on the screen of one end, a young girl, crystal blue eyes staring back at her screen to meet the blue of another, the man known as Zero, both with brown hair moving down their heads, though Autumn’s down her back.
“I’m telling you, this is what happened, this is what will always happen.”
“No, I disagree Autumn, mostly because I’m the one who wrote it.”
Static would crackle with a response hard to understand at first.
“N-y-aoda-faaa nen-”
“Care to repeat that, your connection is breaking up.”
“Yeah well maybe it’s your connection, ever think of that?”
“God, how are we friends when all we do is argue?”
Both would laugh.
“You know what I don’t get though, why put yourself in your own stories and people you know… especially when they look like evil psychos.”
“Well first of all Autumn, I only take pieces of a person and put them in. Second, I think it’s fun to see how a person would act in different circumstances… like you for example in uh… let’s say Forna Lorna Diablo Riders.”
“That demon motorcycle knock off of Ghost Rider?”
“Yeah, that one. Say I throw you into it as… I don’t know, one of the demon riders. Normally, you wouldn’t go on a motorcycle because you’re a big chicken but in it your character would act pretty different. Your personality with an evil biker agenda?”
“Oh shut up, I just don’t care to ride them is all...”
“Ha. Well, let’s look at it another way. I paint myself to look like a psychopath more or less in some of these projects when in reality I wouldn’t hurt anyone unless severely provoked. Well, throw me into another situation where I have means and a reason to do just that with only a few of my personality traits, it might paint either the picture of a villain or a hero, ya know?”
“Yeah but I don’t get it because you’re no villain.”
“True but if I want to paint myself as a villain, I’d show how I’d be… uh for example, in that one story I made our friend Elliot a murderer. Elliot wouldn’t actually murder but if I changed it so he was for the story, that’s how he’d act… or some other guy who has his own motives, ya know? Why not. That’s also why I reuse some characters in multiple things.”
“Makes sense… experimenting. Sounds fun until someone thinks it’s how that person is in real life.”
“Pft, it’s fiction, what am I going to do in reality, figure out how to breathe volcano sized lava blasts and go nuke everything in sight? As if.”
Both would then laugh.
“Man… I just worry though. Your sense of justice is super strong, you just don’t have the means to carry it out right now. I think we’d be enemies if anything happened.”
“Hey, you’re speaking as if I’d go killing everyone if I had powers or some crap, that’s not even close to accurate. There are good people in the world just as there are bad people… I just bitch about the bad ones most of the time.”
“Like how you think democrats are scum bags that need to burn?”
“Hey, come on Autumn, you have to admit the way they’re handling the latest school shooting stuff is bs… like how that one state wants to take out armed guards and put in fucking psychiatrist people? Why not both. I was neutral before but some of this crap is stupid like… say I was a shooter that wanted to inflict a lot of crap, where would I go? Most don’t go shooting up police HQ or anywhere where they can easily be gunned down, they go to where they can inflict the most damage and possibly escape from. It doesn’t take a damn rocket scientist to figure that one out.”
Silence.
“Well… you’re not exactly wrong… gosh, politics in your country are so stupid.”
“Yeah like there were a couple shootings lately where the only casualty was the shooter or the shooter was killed not long after starting… by gun owners… I mean, I hate guns myself, you know this but it’s just logical, am I wrong?”
“Talks of a Realist...”
“Better than being an Idealist… nothing wrong with both but you can’t be just an Idealist. It doesn’t work that way anymore.”
“Yeah… I know… more than you realize… if we had had a gun years ago then-”
“Then what? Your father could have taken that before you would’ve thought to Autumn. It ended for the better if you ask me, no one died and he’s locked up.”
“How did-”
“I know what you were going to say? Easy. I know you well enough to figure out what you’re thinking.”
“Oh… I… alright.”
“Personally and no offense, I wish he would’ve dropped dead from when you stabbed him.”
“I don’t… asshole or not, he was still my father.”
“He was an abusive drunk that was going to go too far with you. If there is a God, he was shining down upon you with those scissors… or rather I should say Lucifer was, Christians would be offended in a heartbeat by that comment thinking the scissors were bad because it ended with… ya know what, whatever.”
“Ha… religion is just a joke anymore.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth.”
“Hmm… well anyway… we’ll have to call again next week, I think my fiancée is back finally.”
“Very well. I’d say invite me to the wedding but I can’t travel overseas… and I’d burn the second I’d walk inside the church.”
“Seriously? Haha, don’t worry, maybe we’ll record it for you.”
“The footage would burn as I see it.”
“Hilarious, haha, see you around Zero.”
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