♎ W1TCH: R3S3T

[foretastes]

[As the week has worn on, Terezi has, like every other non-erased character, forgotten almost everything about those who chose to erase themselves. This has changed her entirely

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[crusthatecean]

Terezi?

[He responds automatically, even when she told him never to talk to her again, because she just doesn't sound right. But he also needs her. Gamzee has grown more and more strange and distant over the past few days, and that scares him badly; he has no way to stop him if he goes on another murderous rampage. Even if she doesn't remember him, he feels he can trust Terezi.

Only then the actual meaning of her words catches up to him, and he can tell his problems go beyond just Gamzee.]

[lynches]

That is me! Do I know you? [Her cheerful tone continues despite the aggressive mood behind it.]

[crusthatecean]

No, I don't think so.

[He tries to think the best way to proceed here.]

Do you know Gamzee? We live in the same hive.

[lynches]

Gamzee's my boyfriend! So you're the assigned human sibling? Have we met?

[crusthatecean]

[Wow, that feels like a punch to the gut. But he's been forgotten, he has no right to mind. A bitter part of him is relieved that at least it's not Dave.]

We haven't, he must have mentioned you. He's been in a pretty ugly mood, is he always like this?

[lynches]

Mm, I'm not sure what you mean! Hehehe, did you do something to piss him off~? I don't think I have lately. [she should fix that.]

[crusthatecean]

[Well. She's not going to be much help.]

Possibly. It doesn't matter.

[lynches]

Sure it does! Spit it out. His business is my business.

[crusthatecean]

It's not fucking important. I mistook him for someone I knew, and I don't think he liked that. Satisfied?

[lynches]

[There is a pause, then Terezi's voice goes quiet and lofty.] How could you mistake Gamzee for someone you know, human? [Terezi simply makes the default assumption- that the person she is talking to is a human, much like the vast majority of the town.]

[crusthatecean]

[He's been intentionally avoiding admitting to his species, worried about the attention it might attract, but he won't get far if he lies outright.]

I'm not a human, I'm a troll. So I guess my answer is that I knew a troll who wore idiotic clown makeup all the time, and I didn't realize it wasn't him.

[lynches]

Oh, fucking fascinating! Why didn't you say so sooner? And what business do you have with subjugglators?

[crusthatecean]

I wasn't aware it needed discussing.

It's not important, all right? Sweet asshole tearing shit, why are all of you so fucking ready to jump down my windtube with questions? He's not a subjugglator, he's just some fucking idiot friend of mine who wears clown makeup.

[lynches]

Wow, rude much! If you're a troll, you ought to know what that kind of makeup means.

[crusthatecean]

It means he has stupid religious beliefs. We don't need to talk about this.

[lynches]

We'll talk about whatever I feel like talking about, scum! I doubt you have a caste higher than mine, otherwise I'd have found out about you being here much sooner, so don't tell me what to do.