Not That Bad

Chapter 1 Ouch

It had been nearly a week since the crossover fiasco, and to put it plainly, Scarab hates it. Despite his title being "assistant", he feels more like Prismo's janitor. He spends most of his time picking up trash and trying to sweep away cobwebs from the corners of the Time Room. It's an insultingly simple task, made all the more tedious by him being stuck in a two dimensional form.

The fact that he's stuck here with Prismo certainly doesn't help.

The blaringly yellow walls paired with Prismo's non-stop chatter has made the first week feel dragged out. To pass the time Scarab has taken to observing the Wishmaster, studying his every move. He seems as bubbly and talkative as ever, and yet, something about him seems off. A strained look, a sudden pause, a lost train of thought. Not to mention his... less than ideal appearance. Could there possibly be more violations he's hiding? Or is there some else going on?

"Hey Scrabby, wanna take over for a bit?" Prismo's voice suddenly cuts through the quiet room "my hand is killing me."

Scarab pauses his sweeping and glances over his shoulder at the Wishmaster. Ah. That might explain the strange behavior. An instinct to try and hide one's weakness is understandable.

Silently he makes his way towards where Prismo is sat in front of the computer, taking note of the grimace on his face as he rubs his hand.

"Dang, I knew I should have iced it"

"You're basically immortal, it can't be that serious." Scarab scoffs as he sits down and reaches for the computer.

"Hey, c'mon Scabby, being immortal doesn't mean I can't feel pain!" The Wishmaster whines "besides, this is your fault anyways."

"Tch. Oh really, how is that exactly?"

"This is all because you left me in that cube! I wouldn't have hurt my hand if I didn't have to punch my way out. Like, it was seriously uncomfortable in there dude."

"You what?"

"I mean, i'm like, totally ripped so it wasn't thaaaat hard to break out, but interacting with solid objects like that isn't something I usually do! It hurt! Well... still hurts... " Prismo continues to ramble on but Scarab just stares at him, not really listening.

He had assumed that one of their colleagues had let him out. Scarab wasn't aware that Prismo had been actually hurt back then... as minor as it may have been. That... wasn't exactly Scarab's goal when trapping him...

Shaking his head, Scarab shrugs away the thought. No. Scarab had been in the right, Prismo broke the rules and had to pay for his discrepancies. There's no need to start doubting himself now. Besides, Prismo should be grateful that he hadn't been egged.

Besides, why bother bringing this up now after trying to hide it all week? Was he was trying to use guilt to mess with Scarab? The Wishmaster insisted that he forgave him, but perhaps he's just doubling down on his "cool guy" persona to lull Scarab into a false sense of security.

Although the thought may be a tad concerning, in the end it doesn't really matter. There's no chance Scarab would fall for such a trick.

"Are you quite done? Some of us actually have things to do."

"Wha- ok wow, that's kinda rude dude...ha... rude-dude, that rhymes." Prismo chuckles to himself, unable to keep a straight face for very long.

"Oh please, you're just complaining because you're finally dealing with a consequence of your own actions. Very unbecoming of a Wishmaster if I do say."

"Man... why do I even bother" Prismo sighs "look, just...watch over things here while I ice my hand a bit. Ok?"

At that, Prismo moves away, creating an opening to go deeper into the Time Room.

He doesn't hate Scarab, but the guy can be a bit of a jerk sometimes. It would be simpler to just stay in the room to ice his hand, but maybe giving Scarab some time to himself will calm him down a bit. While he didn't expect them to become best buds right off the bat, he had thought that Scarab would at least be a bit more appreciative of him putting in a good word to their boss.

"I bet he just needs a little more time to adjust..."