PORK SODA

T W O

"Somewhere in South End when you were fun,

You took my hand and you made me run.

Up past the prison to the seafront-

You climbed the cliff edge and took the plunge."

Zak sat at his desk- as he has been since the stream ended. His headphones funneling the song he's been listening to on loop for the fifth time into his ears. The music definitely wasn't a type that Zak could see himself listening to that often, but it was pleasing to listen to nonetheless.

"How come I see you and ache instead?

How come you only look pleased in bed?

Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again

Pineapples are in my head

Got nobody cause i'm brain dead"

Zak wondered what Bad thought of the song, how he felt about the strange tune that the song had. And he sighed, his mind in a flurry. Thoughts about Bad, about the song- More thoughts about Bad. Why did his mind go back to Bad as much as it did?

Zak took a breath, trying to bring his mind to anything that wasn't his friend. Keyword- Trying. And Zak just groaned in annoyance at his thoughts, funneling out the sound of the song and putting his head down on the desk. Nearly not catching the muffled ding from the discord notification.

Propping his head lazily on a hand, he checked the notification. It was Bad- and all the message said was 'Hey Skeppy' and by the dots on the screen, it seemed that it wouldn't be the last message he'd receive.

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[skeppy is a simp. -az]
[indeed he is - sam]