After over a year, Four is still salty about the BFB split, growing more and more restless with the need for revenge.
warnings: this is probably going to have some gore and sensitive topics such as self harm, and suicide. i'll mark chapters with t...
Not even knowing what day it was anymore, Two hung their head, ashamed of letting this happen to themself. They shouldn't have trusted Four.. Two sat in silence, thinking back on what had happened.
Saturday night, December 23. X was asleep already and it was just Two and Four, alone in the kitchen. Two silently sat as Four stirred up a glass, handing it to Two before pouring his own drink. Four sat down across from Two at the table with an unusual smile, leaning forward as Two stared at the cloudy drink with a bit of confusion.
"Y'know, I've been too harsh on you, I'd like to start over." Four said with a soft smile. Two's eyes widened. "You really.. Really mean it?" their eyes lit up as Four nods, glancing down into his own glass.
"What changed?" Two leaned their arms on the table, grabbing the glass Four had given them. "I dunno, you've done nothing to make me hate you, and I feel bad for slapping you.." Four glanced down as Two gave a soft laugh. "Ah, no hard feelings, it was just a reflex.." "yeah, but still.." Fours voice sounded guilty, like he was genuinely sorry.
Four looked at Two and smiled again, lifting up his glass. "To us." Two grins hopefully, lifting their glass and clinking it against Four's.
"To us!"
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To us...
Two and Four both sipped their drinks, Two grimacing, They never really drank, so they didn't find the horrible taste suspicious. Somehow, they also didn't find Fours satisfied grin suspicious as Two forced themself to finish the glass, not wanting to be rude.
Stupid, stupid stupid stupid. They should have known. They felt so stupid for falling for one of the most obvious, oldest tricks in the book.
