Chadverse Mini Stories

Villain

Steven and Connie finished the movie with eyes narrowed in disappointment. It had ended on a cliff hanger, a morally grey one that had them questioning themselves.

Steven takes another long drink of his beer. "You know, I know there's a version of myself out there that is a villain. Sometimes I wonder if that's not me." He glances over at Connie, who's turned her eyes to him. "Do you think I'm a villain?"

She takes a deep breath. "No, Steven."

The answer leaves him uneasy, it doesn't fit comfortably in his brain. He wonders if that's what he truly wants out of life. He watches her go to the fridge and rummage around the kitchen. He follows, ever craving her closeness and rests his hip against the dining room table thoughtfully. "I dunno. I feel like I have every right sometimes. I feel like I should be."

She comes back to his side with a dish of crème brûlée and stands next to him. "Villains are little kid shit." She's mildly drunk too, but her words ring clear and meaningful.

"I dunno. Sometimes I look at the Diamonds and wonder." He takes a bite, the creamy sweetness and the crunchy sugar coating his tongue as he chews. The world feels incorrect, and he can feel himself slipping into another split but he can't stop the thoughts.

The silence stretches long before he speaks again.

"Maybe we all are. Every one of my alters or pieces or whatever you want to call them. Star, Diamond, me. Maybe we're all villains."

She hums. "Maybe. But I still love all of your pieces."

She murmurs that she's going to bed, both lost in hard to think thoughts. He's dizzy, but fine and he tells her so earnestly. She can go to sleep early, he doesn't mind. Star and Diamond could use some time alone.

He grabs her hand before she leaves and she turns to him again. "Hey, I know you said villains were kid shit... but do you think I'll ever become a good guy?"

She smiles softly and reaches up to scratch his scalp in the way that would normally make him purr. "A good guy?"

"Yeah."

She breathes out what could be a laugh. "I dunno. I don't think it's that black and white, Biscuit."

The answer doesn't soothe him, but he can tell it came from a pit of honesty. "Yeah... you're probably right. Good night, Connie."

She leaves and a soft glow envelopes him as soon as the door shuts.

Diamond and Star stare after her for a moment.

"Couch or Roses Room?" Diamond asks quietly.

"Couch in Roses Room."

They sit and Star rests his head in Diamonds lap, sighing deeply. "I hate this."

"I agree." He doesn't know how to comfort as they watch the clouds shift and dance, but he knows how to relate.

"Do you think we are villains?" Star runs his fingers over the carpet. It's fake. Everything in here is fake, he and Diamond included. Fake Stevens fake sitting in here with no fake reassurance in this fake world.

"Yes. And no."

"Elaborate." He pleads and Diamond does.

"I think we are not White. And I think we are not Steven." He rests a hand on Stars head. "I think we are us, when we should not be." The room flickers to show a beautiful sunset or sunrise, he can't be bothered to figure it out. "We should be an 'I', not a 'we'."

Star cringes. His body wants to cry, the wound aches so raw he can't imagine how it could ever heal.

"I also think we don't have the capacity to be villains. We... I am the closest it gets without crossing the line." Diamond wishes once again that he could split or disappear into his gem, but he cannot and he hates that the feeling burning in his chest so clearly and tangibly is hurt. Why can he only understand hurt?

"I'm only a few steps behind you." Star whispers. "Maybe even one."

"Humans are always telling us things get better. Do they?"

Star shakes his head. "No. Not really."

"Connie tells us we will be okay most days, but not every day. Do you believe that?" Diamond feels his hard light body buzzing with thought, and it hurts even more. He hates to feel like this, but sometimes it is the only way for him to feel period.

Star is quiet, trying to decide if he really does. "I do. I just don't know how it's possible."

Diamond sighs. "We'll have to see, Star." They gaze at the clouds together and the light drifts over their bodies again. Star watches his hands turn pink, wondering why they were fusing if they both felt so terrible before they both disappear entirely.

"We'll just have to see."