IC: Flashback
*Sleeping in a cobbled-together bed underneath the canopy he had built, Matt doesn't seem to be having pleasant dreams, and is squirming in his sleep...*
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Whatever was outside the quaint log cabin could not be seen, as a heavy snowfall completely whited out and cancelled any potential visibility. Several red rugs lay on the floor while hallways and staircases connected the cabin’s foyer to its second floor and other rooms.
Standing right at the stairs were Mercury and Pluto, then Fumika and Charon. Mercury, looking exactly the same - her typical square glasses and sideways-egg-shaped yellow hair - was in a gray and white uniform that definitely was Team Galactic’s, except for the fact it lacked a “G” logo. Pluto, however, wore a simple sweater and looked much younger, sporting a blue mullet. Both were completely furious.
“You’re leaving me to take care of them both?!” Pluto raged. “I have enough trouble dealing with that headstrong son of yours who wants to take after my miserable father! You think I can take care of a fricking cripple too?”
“He’s your son too!” countered Mercury. “Besides, it’s your fault she’s a cripple. You’re the one with deformed legs!”
“I can walk, so it’s not my fault, you! And that STILL doesn’t give you any excuse to leave them with me!”
“You care about them no more than I do. If you hate them so much, just leave them somewhere. It’s not like your daughter can simply walk away!”
As the petty bickering continued, a nearby door creaked open slightly, revealing a circular spark of light. It had come from the glasses of a much younger Matt, who, despite the fact his hair then barely hung over his right eye and wearing glasses almost bigger than his face, looked much like he did presently. Behind him, only half visible in the darkness, was a young girl with long, wavy blue hair seated in a rather cheap-looking wheelchair.
“They’re fighting again, aren’t they….”
“I’m afraid so, my sister.” Matt turned from the door, looking frustrated. “But what can I do? There’s nothing I can do to stop this…”
“Please promise me something, big brother.”
“What?”
“Promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll always be there for me.”
“I promise, Amanda. I will die before something happens to you.”
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*Matt squrims in his sleep and mumbles something nearly incoherent...*
"I...failed...."
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Whatever was outside the quaint log cabin could not be seen, as a heavy snowfall completely whited out and cancelled any potential visibility. Several red rugs lay on the floor while hallways and staircases connected the cabin’s foyer to its second floor and other rooms.
Standing right at the stairs were Mercury and Pluto, then Fumika and Charon. Mercury, looking exactly the same - her typical square glasses and sideways-egg-shaped yellow hair - was in a gray and white uniform that definitely was Team Galactic’s, except for the fact it lacked a “G” logo. Pluto, however, wore a simple sweater and looked much younger, sporting a blue mullet. Both were completely furious.
“You’re leaving me to take care of them both?!” Pluto raged. “I have enough trouble dealing with that headstrong son of yours who wants to take after my miserable father! You think I can take care of a fricking cripple too?”
“He’s your son too!” countered Mercury. “Besides, it’s your fault she’s a cripple. You’re the one with deformed legs!”
“I can walk, so it’s not my fault, you! And that STILL doesn’t give you any excuse to leave them with me!”
“You care about them no more than I do. If you hate them so much, just leave them somewhere. It’s not like your daughter can simply walk away!”
As the petty bickering continued, a nearby door creaked open slightly, revealing a circular spark of light. It had come from the glasses of a much younger Matt, who, despite the fact his hair then barely hung over his right eye and wearing glasses almost bigger than his face, looked much like he did presently. Behind him, only half visible in the darkness, was a young girl with long, wavy blue hair seated in a rather cheap-looking wheelchair.
“They’re fighting again, aren’t they….”
“I’m afraid so, my sister.” Matt turned from the door, looking frustrated. “But what can I do? There’s nothing I can do to stop this…”
“Please promise me something, big brother.”
“What?”
“Promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll always be there for me.”
“I promise, Amanda. I will die before something happens to you.”
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*Matt squrims in his sleep and mumbles something nearly incoherent...*
"I...failed...."