They the Wubbox : Rewritten

[Chapter 17.5]

"Honey, i'm home!" Wubbox chuckled as he walked into Fire's apartment.

"Hello!!" Fire giggled. "I'm glad you made it! I haven't see you in so long, i thought you were dead forever or something." Fire leaned over the side of the couch, his tail wagging quickly with excitement.

"Nope, i'm as resilient as ever." Wubbox walked over.

"Well, we got all day to hang out! I have a few plans, but first, you have to tell me about how you've been!" Fire patted the seat next to him invitingly.

"Well," Wubbox sat next to him, "Not much. I've woken up some time ago, and i've woken up my children, then went back to our island."

"W-Wait children?? You never told me you had kids!"

"Yup! More of made them, but still interesting. It was quite difficult at the beginning with a lot of my emotional issues. But, we got about thirteen now, unless you count Bona-Petite as two separate monsters, then there's fourteen."

"Damn! And i though seven was a lot!"

"Sure, but i'm also planning to make rare forms once we get the rest done."

"And how many are you planning before the rares??"

"Mmm..Nineteen?"

"Holy fuck! D-Do you have any idea how much of a responsibility that is gonna be?? Are you even gonna be able to handle all that?"

"Nope. I've already predicted theres going to be a lot of problems. I even had a precognition that shows the rares and commons won't get along. But who can change destiny, right?"

"Y-You can! Just don't build them then!"

"Right...I'll have someone else do it!"

"No!! Oh my god.." Fire growled in annoyance. He knew Wubbox was being dumb on purpose.

"I'm just joshin' you." Wubbox chuckled.

"I know." Fire then got up from his spot, but turning around before he got too far. "I'm gonna go do something else, but keep talking about your kids, mm'kay? Im really curious."

"Alright." He watched as Fire walked away for a moment. "Well, probably obvious, but they're a handful."

"No wonder."

"Yea, and from the first five, i've found that they don't start as the form i gave them, but instead, they started as a younger form, but like most monsters, grew up quiet quickly. Brump and Poewk were the very first two and were relatively easy to handle, being quiet and non-problematic. Thwok and Zynth, on the hand, they would fight with each other all the time, weather as a game or not, and Zynth can even speak! But Dwumrohl was a half-half, he wouldn't fight unless provoked. And one time, Thwok and Zynth ran into him, so he put them in my office until i came back from my work and found them."

"Hehe, sounds like Dwumrohl is someone i'd wanna be around!" Fire giggled.

"Then Whajje and Gheegur came around, and i got really fed up with them. Gheegur can't talk, and Whajje was constantly crying. Then Zuuker and Tympa, but they were mostly fine despite Zuuker struggling with speaking at first. All of them just made me wanna scream, so i started to just avoid them."

"But they were kids, Wubbox."

"I know they were kids, but that doesn't fucking help!" Wubbox stared to sound irritated

"Im just saying, they didn't know much, but they could have learned from you! You could have just left your place every once in a while, and talk to them!" Fire tried to stop the brewing before it got hot.

"It's not that fucking easy, Fire! Do you have any idea how hard is it to break habits like that?! NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!! YOU HAVE IT EASIER THAN I EVER WILL!! STOP ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME!!"
He yelled with anger. Fire looked up from the counter with shock.

"Wubbox, calm down! I'm not trying to be a jerk to you!"

"Well it sure sounds like you are!" He yelled, then turning away from him.
Fire sighed, starting to feel fed up with his constant outbursts. If anything slightly ticked him off, or he talked about something he's done or has experienced, he'd explode and refuse to stop, saying anyone else was in the wrong.

"Wubbox, im getting tired of this. I love you and all, but when you constantly snap and never listen to advice your given, it gets tiring for me to want to listen and help you."

"...Im sorry.." He spoke.

"Im gonna give you a minute to calm down. Are you gonna stop acting like a child?"

Wubbox nodded quietly. Fire then went back to what he was doing, Wubbox just sitting in silence, just thinking. It made him feel like a little child whenever he had an outburst; yelling because he couldn't feel understood. After what seemed like barely any time, Fire walked over.

"Are you going to stop acting like a
child?" Fire asked him, leaning on top of the couch just above him, looking down to him.
He nodded silently.
"Are we going to talk this through?"
Another nod.

"Alright then." Fire stood back up to walk around to his side, taking a seat on the armrest. "Tell me whats up."

"I..i don't know.."

"You know, you just won't tell me."

"Well, you don't have to be a total twat to me!" Wubbox began to yell again, but Fire put his hand in his face.
"Ah, you said you wouldn't act like a child."

Wubbox sighed, looking away. "Sorry. I just... Hate everyone sometimes! It's like no one listens, and i always have to stop what in saying, because they won't get it!"

"Like me not understanding your children?"

"Yes. You don't get how stressful it is! Constantly nagging you, constantly needing every second of your life, constantly trying to get under your skin!"

"Do you ever think thats why your mother was cold to you?"
Wubbox stopped and stared at him for a moment.
"...Thats why..?"

"It's entirely possible. I mean, your kids might end up like you and your brothers because you act like that to them."
Wubbox turned away from him, to the wall parallel to them as he began to think. His mother was cold, and he was cold. His mother would yell, and he would yell. His mother couldn't handle kids, and he couldn't either. His mother tried to improve later, but he tried to sooner. They were more in common that he thought.
"You get it now, don't you?" Fire tilted

There was no reply.

"How pitiful. I know you want me gone, but thats too bad. I'll always be with you, even when you think i'm gone, i'm there, always nagging you, because you thought i was your friend. How funny that a child turned to a heartless creature. Well, theres only one to blame for that." He slithered, his stone-blue skin shinning brighter than any light on his body, even his eyes. It only seemed to mock his failures.

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