faust teases the everliving shit out of peanut

part 2

"If this story is so good, why was there no part 2?" said nobody, but here it is. I can't just leave Peanut there.

After finishing our meal, we decided to go into his room. He booted up Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance and started playing like a god, so good that I almost recoiled back and fell to the floor. Clumsiness aside, I could see what he truly intended. Considering what I had been doing to him, I knew this was just him flexing on casual scum like me because I wasn't as skillful as him. However, I am not out of options yet.

After a while, the final boss appeared, Senator Armstrong. His hands were moving so fast, his controller was clicking loudly, and Armstrong's HP bar was going lower by the second. But after some time, the song's vocals started kicking in. I prepared myself and decided to sing along.

Peanut did get a bit angry from having to listen to me singing It Has To Be This Way, yes, but the real pain came from me singing the lyrics a bit late, making the song sound wrong and triggering him. Eventually he yelled at me, lost concentration, and lost. Despite this, he knew what to do next.

-Oh, so you figured something out?

If lyrics were his weakness, he simply had to play a game with no lyrics. His game of choice was Yakuza Kiwami 2.

As Peanut was having a street encounter, I kept poking his cheek. I was having the time of my life, as he groaned and complained. Sadly, I got a bit greedy and ended up pulling a bit of his hair. It was fairly long, and it seemed like he gave it proper care. As soon as he felt my pulling, he paused the game and left.

-Wait, where are you...

-YOU STAY. THE FUCK. THERE. - He pointed towards me and gave me a look that sent shivers down my spine.

Next thing I know, he has thrown me into the floor and has a plunger in hand. I knew exactly where this is going...

-Essence Of Plunger, asshole

I didn't even try to stop him. He slammed the plunger into my face and once both were stuck, he lifted and lowered it repeatedly, hitting my head against the floor with all his strength. Defending myself or trying to run away from an angry Peanut sounded like horrible ideas, so the only thing I could do was brace myself and hope I would still be alive afterwards.

My head hurts. I mean, suffering from a slight headache was something that he had to deal with every time he had to be around me. Law of Equivalent Exchange, I guess.