“Woah woah, love? We’ve talked about this before, I don’t love anything. Only booze!” Truth be told, the man was a hopeless romantic, and maybe he didn’t exactly love this girl, but Nathan hadn’t lost his worries over her. … Though Nathan suddenly remembered when they were together (for the second time), they’d constantly whisper those three words to each other like it was nothing. He groaned, stepping back, just before her comment. “Yeah, neither of us wanted that. And you know I don’t blame you for anything, that’s in the past so fuck it.” Nathan darted green eyes away, head lowering, not knowing how to answer her question. “I… Don’t know. I’m sorta-kinda with someone.”
“I know you love me…or at least did once…you told me you did. And I could see it.” She thought back to those much happier times and bit her lip, holding back tears. “Nathan, who is it? Who’s so much better than me?!” She couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, they were just too much to bear. They suddenly came cascading out of her eyes and she crumpled to her knees. The pain was overpowering. And maybe Nathan would pity her when he saw her crying. He always did what she wanted when she got teary.
Nathan didn’t reply to her comment. He didn’t know how. Eyes were focused on the ground, not exactly wanting to say who it was he was “with,” because knowing Trindle, she’d go batshit insane and try to probably kill her. But at the same time, she’d fucking find out somehow, she’d follow him in the past, what’s stopping her now? “… It’s kinda hard to explain.” A thick finger itched at his temple. “Long story short, I met a girl version of Pickles and uh, yeah, we’ve been um, “hanging out.” Did that make any sense whatsoever out of context? Not at all.
A…what. A girl version? Of…Pickles? What? Trindle was beyond confused. What the fuck did Nathan mean? Did Pickles get a sex change? Or is there some alternate reality where girl versions of Dethklok exist? No, that’s ridiculous. “Nathan, what the fuck do you mean?!”
“Exactly what it sounds like! There’s a, like uh, like a… alternate dimension or something where reversed-gendered versions of us exist? We’ve met all the girl versions of us, yeah.” That was really the best way to put the situation. He blinked, staring at her face, waiting to see if she’d make some sort of confused expression. “… You could meet them if you want.”
“Nathan, are you doing too much LSD? What the FUCK are you even talking about? There is one Dethklok and one dimension and one you and one me. And one Pickles. No girl, just the guy. You’re freaking me out.” She was concerned for Nathan, he had obviously gone insane in her absence. He needed her more than ever now. She realized that what he needed right now was a good friend to show him that he was going insane. Yes, then…then he’d want her back. “Alright Nathan, I believe you. Let’s go meet them.”
2 days ago