17; dirty little secrets; evil evil evil; all your fourth wall are belong to me

[sandinmyboots]

[It's a huge cave full of lava. And rocks. And roads. And soldiers looking miserable in their armor. And Kefka, who hasn't ditched his ridiculous outfit despite it having more layers than pound cake, whose mere presence is terrifying all the soldiers into huddling together.]Soldiers! We've got reports that people are blurting out dark secrets, so

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[delilahs_reaper]

Well, at least you've found a way to turn this virus amusing.

...fiction?

[sandinmyboots]

Nice to see someone's enjoying it.

Fiction. Noun.

[delilahs_reaper]

Considering the amount of secrets being spilled, someone ought to.

And how exactly are you fictional? I've seen you in the flesh before. [As Cefca, but same principle.]

[sandinmyboots]

Whatever, Daddy's boy.

I can be fictional and real at the same time. Woolsey is real to me, but it's a story on Earths.

[delilahs_reaper]

If I have to deal with this place spilling information about me, I'm damned well going to enjoy it happening to others. I paid my dues.

That makes no sense.

[sandinmyboots]

Look, I'm a video game character. Hundreds of thousands of people have fought me on their television screens.

[delilahs_reaper]

[Since Jezebel is still in the Victorian Era, he understand approximately none of that.]

...I'll take your word on it, then.

[sandinmyboots]

Once I get my hands on a system I can play it on, I'll show you. I've never killed myself before. That should be interesting. I wonder what I look like.