They the Wubbox : Rewritten

[Chapter 66]

"Finally, it was new years. Buzzinga had been arrested and charged for her crimes two months ago, Mimic had come three years ago, and the lunar new year was soon to approach–for the monsters that celebrated then.

It wasn't much of a joyous day though. Fire brought Wubbox along with him, hoping they could maybe talk again for the first time in a while. However, Wubbox never opened up, staying silent most of the time. Fire tried to get him to meet the others, but he never tried to engage.

Wubbox did not drink like everyone else was, so his sudden outburst near the end of the party was unwarranted. Fire walked over, once again trying to talk to him. He didn't know what he said wrong, but suddenly Wubbox stood up in anger, attempting to get away.

Fire tried to reach him, taking his hand out to hold his, but Wubbox yanked his hand away, turning with a familiar fury he had seen many times before, but strangely different.
He yelled at him, anger in his tone as he threatened to hurt him, and leave him down like he should have. How he always angered him, and despite everything, never cared or tried to hear his side of how he felt, just acting on what he thought was best.

Fire tried to calm him down, not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone there, though they already had. Wubbox wouldn't hear it, continuing to yell at him and move away from any attempt at contract.

Fire began to get angry at himself. He tried to be reasonable, but he was intoxicated, so his calmness was very easily challenged, and he could only hold himself back so long.
Eventually his anger became too much, and with a snarl, he yelled back, flames emerging up from his pipe-horns, just a few inches from the ceiling.

He shouted about how he safed Wubbox from his life, and how he tried everything he could to help him, but he repeatedly refused to try and fix himself. Any time he tried to get him to a therapist, counselor, group therapy, he would refuse and get angry. He went off about how Wubbox tried to then control him and began to neglect his children, only making them suffer and handle each other, never trying to get involved over a long period of time. How he tried to have their relationship be more than just a heated addiction, but Wubbox only had one use for him, being something he could control for s.

Anytime Wubbox tried to bite back, Fire would step forward, his tail lashing, and yelling over Wubbox until he was forced to be quiet.

After the heated yelling, it suddenly became silent in the room. Wubbox could no longer look at him, fighting back doing anything else. Fire didn't look away, waiting for Wubbox to say something back, but he didn't.
Wubbox stepped back, not looking at anyone around the dead silent room, only moving off towards the door, stepping out and closing it behind him. Fire watched with as much shock as anyone else. The other monsters began to whisper talk again, unsure if they should do something or let them be.
Psychic decided to move over after Fire sat down, trying to comfort and talk to him, but Fire seemed to be a wreck. They couldn't even have an important day without one of them getting angry and storming off.

Fire didn't respond to any words spoken to him, sitting on the ground with his head laying on the couch, both arms wrapping around his face.
Psychic offered to take him home, and Fire gently nodded. She gently got onto her knees by him, wrapping her arms around his chest, and lifting him up as best as she could.

She informed the others she would be taking him home, but that she would be back. They didn't get very far before Fire began to blip in and out of consciousness, both from being tired from the yelling and stress, and being drunk.

He had a rough night, but only when he woke up in the morning could he think of what he should do.

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