Hank x Tricky : The Cause Of One's Bursting Love

Act 10: Sacrifice

Deimos was the first to wake up: "What now-.." "Don't act like you don't know! Because of you guys, Tricky hates me!". Hearing the conversation, Sanford awoke in his turn; "BRO HOW IS IT OUR FAULT?!" "You made me look like someone who was taking advantage of him!" "Isn't that what you were doing?! You did all of that to stop loving him!" "Well it wasn't the case anymore because I fucking changed!" "And how did you want us to figure that shit out Sherlock?!" "IT WAS OBVIOUS!". Deimos then got up from his bed aggressively, his limit was exceeded.

"Hank, for the love of god, shut the fuck up. We spent I don't know how much time trying to help you out freely. Me and Sanford woke up SUPER EARLY this morning JUST to find a solution to YOUR problem and this is how you thank us?! It's all YOUR FAULT, not us, so now leave us alone or we're just going away ourselves ". Hank stood there speechless. It was the first time his friend screamed at him like that. "Dei is right! You were never grateful for all the things we've done for you! The worst part is, you didn't even listen to us..." "Why would I need to? It was useless! Though I guess now it could help considering how shitty I feel right now." "Then fucking listen to us and stop being a massive prick for two minutes!"

Hank signed, they were right. At this point the possibility of going back to Tricky seemed impossible, considering how he probably broke his heart. The clown probably had already started hating him again, and he wouldn't be able to defend himself. If he tried to kill him, theres no way his feelings would let him defend himself properly. The assassin really thought this could have been a new beginning, a new start to his colourless boring yet. Guess he was wrong. "Alright. Spit it out." "Well um, to do that now you'll at least have to befriend Tricky again.. which idk if its going to be possible-"

The murderer got angry all of a sudden. "Really?! How the fuck will I even manage to do that after what happened not even thirty minutes ago-" "STOP GETTING ANGRY AND LISTEN TO US YOU-" "San calm down, dont get upset too." "Sorry.." murmured Hank, quietly. "Alright so" Deimos started speaking again: "What did Tricky hear that made him become so angry at you?" "I've told you already- he thought I was taking advantage od him and didn't actually want to be his friend! He was also mad at me because he felt probably felt used after we had-". The murderer stopped for a moment. Was he really going to tell his friends that he and Tricky slept together? "Had what? Answer us Hank!" yelled Sanford again, hoping to get an answer as quick as possible. "...after we had sex together.."

The assassin looked back to his two friends. Deimos looked surprised yet a bit relieved while Sanford looked absolutely disgusted. "I'm going to the bathroom-" Sanford said running. Vomiting noises were heard. "So I guess that means he loved you back..." "Huh?" "Listen carefully..." started Deimos; "The 'solution' was that the person who drank the potion had to make love with the person it made them fall in love with. If its reciprocated, they'll both still be in love with one another. If not, then everything would go back to the way it was and the feelings would be gone. Seems like you're still in love with the clown, which means.. he felt the same way about you." "....". Everything was silent and no noises could be heard appart from Sanford still puking in the bathroom (bro ruins everything). Hank was still trying to process what he just heard: Tricky loved him back and he ruined everything. The problem wasn't even the potion anymore, it was him. His friends tried to help him and he treated them like garbage the whole. Guilt invading him, Hank knew he had to make things right.

"Deimos. Sanford. I'm so sorry (dahr man) for all the things I've done to you guys. I screwed everything up with everyone and I have to fix my mistakes and redeem myself. One day I'll pay you back for your kindness.". He then ran out of his house. Hank had to speak to the clown again. He had to tell him the truth, how much he truly loved him no matter what. Only one thing remained in his mind; Tricky. The potion didn't matter anymore, he now knew he really loved the zombie with all of his heart. It didn't matter if something caused it, his feelings were fully honest now and not just because of a stupid liquid.