splatted.

"Stupid game.. Stupid people," Warchief thought to himself, groaning as he started at the Defeat Screen. He wasn't no tryhard by any means, but god, it seemed like people could never actually get on his level and understand how to play properly.

Warchief scowled, crossing his floating arms as he exited the lobby, groaning as he was summoned back to his chair, throwing his headset onto his bed with not so much grace.. "Why can't people just listen?" He groaned out, pushing himself back into the chair to try and calm the rage he felt down.

No matter what, it seemed like nothing went his way. One way or another, people blindly followed some moron who was trying to sabotage everything or he ended up dead before the round even started.. And no, he doesn't have a skill issue! He just knows how to play the game, that's all.

The bean-shaped thing let out another huff of annoyance as he dwelled within his thoughts too much, hand going onto his visor and pinching it. He thought back to rounds he could've won, how much better this game could be if half the player base wasn't trolls or kids who couldn't even spell restaurant... Maybe he just needed some fresh air, is all.

He hauled himself up out of his seat, stretching a bit to get the nerves that were left after people seemed to pluck all his nerves out.. Warchief staggered to his door and swung it open, luckily not managing to hit the wall in the process, even if there was already a conveniently door handle shaped dent from the many times he's used too much of his willpower. At least Jelqer was chill about stuff like that, dents and all that.

Speaking of the guy, he hadn't seen him since he started playing. Sure, he was playing, but usually he'd come in just to annoy him or tell him some shitty joke that ended with the line "skibidi" or about how he was bald.. Weren't they all bald? Whatever, it was always just to mess with him anyway, even if the other didn't seem to understand jokes that were thrown at him unless they were served to him on a silver platter.. Maybe what he needed instead of fresh air was a shitty joke, so, he made a small detour and walked over to Jelqer's room, listening intently for a moment to see if the guy was actually up.

It was a bit quiet and faint, but some mashing of buttons could be heard, which luckily indicated that he was up. With a faint sigh, Warchief knocked on the door, "Hey, man, can I come in?" He would ask flatly, still a bit annoyed from his own losses.

Took a bit of time, but Jelqer's voice rang back, "Yeah, yeah, c'mon in." Jelqer murmured in response, probably too engrossed in his game to comprehend what was being asked of him. But an acceptance was an acceptance, and Warchief gently opened the door, inviting himself in.

Compared to Warchief's room, Jelqer's wasn't spotless, but it wasn't exactly messy, more like.. Organized in his own way.. It almost reminded him of the lobbies, with how everyone had their own set rules that for some reason, meant they couldn't follow the actual game rules. A slight scowl formed onto Warchief's visor as he thought about that, quickly trying to shake the thought off and see what Jelqer was up to.

"What'cha up to?" He pondered, making his way and stepping over some clothes that were scattered about. "What's it look like?" Jelqer teased, and if he was an Impostor, a smirk would be present on his slightly smug expression.

Warchief groaned a bit in response, and if he had eyes, he'd be rolling them.

Intruding a bit more, he settled down next to Jelqer, who was laying on his back with his switch propped up against his legs, controller in hand and his mind firmly glued onto the screen and what was happening at hand. It was cool to see the different ways things worked, and he knew Jelqer had a bit more of a preference for handhelds instead of the in-game setting that Among Us had.. Maybe it made him a bit sick, whatever, wasn't too much to dwell on.

He watched as Jelqer played his game, looking over the monitor a bit. There was a team of 2 with 4 players, and some of them seemed to be shooting something that looked like liquid out of some sort of water gun toy, and one other seemed to be holding a paint roller, fighting over some part of the map that was a square, shining a little bit. Warchief just assumed they were fighting for control for this square, and probably when it reached the end of the timer, one team won.

Jelqer seemed pretty invested, and it almost brought Warchief a sense of calm to see how well the guy played when he was in his zone, his character a bit more farther away from the action and holding something similar to a sniper rifle. It was intriguing to see how many different playstyles there were, with some others providing more support and others going a bit farther into enemy lines and territory.

Seeing the gameplay made Warchief think back, and annoyance started to bubble up inside of him again at the annoying, stupid people there could be in that damn game.

He thought about the different people he's encountered, or how many different types of play styles he's seen.. Some were geniuses and could probably win gamer awards, and some were just.. How did they make it past kindergarten? He knew it was some stupid game and he shouldn't let himself get bothered by it, but it did. It did bother him, especially because it was something he was passionate about and actually was dedicated towards. Seeing people just troll and not pay attention to the actual premise of the game makes him genuinely upset, and yeah, sure, he shouldn't pay attention to trolls.. But they got on his nerves, they always managed to click his buttons and mash them in the most terrible way possible.. It just drove him to the boiling point where it felt like he was a computer. You input too much, you code it in the wrong direction or press the wrong thing, and it all goes haywire. The heat from it burns your hands until you eventually have to shut it off and take a break.

Warchief was snapped out of his thoughts once he heard a whistle from the console, followed up by a small "Damn," from Jelqer, one he quietly muttered under his breath.

"What happened?" Warchief asked, his voice a bit quiet as he trailed back into the real world, fixing his posture a bit.

"Lost," Jelqer bluntly stated, his expression a bit sour, but not one that could bring down his mood.

The rose colored one turned his screen to Warchief, showing 4 characters in poses with the word "DEFEAT" in a bubble-like letter font. One of the characters backs was faced away from the screen, and the other doing a sort of wave motion with their arms.. "Aren't those the "human" things everyone's raved about?" Warchief inquired, tilting his top portion a bit. "Nah, they're not humans, they're squid kids," Jelqer explained, "Or octopuses." "Oh." Warchief defeatedly murmured out, a bit embarrassed he was wrong.

He didn't understand the rave and passion around humans, sure, they've been extinct and nobody knows what the hell happened to them.. But they weren't that interesting. I mean, crewmates and humans are essentially the same things, just a bit shorter and stubby.. With floating hands—How does that even work..? Whatever, isn't his place to dwell on the laws of nature, he just lives in it.

The screen turned black and it showed the results screen, and Jelqer actually did pretty decently well for what seemed to be a back to midline player.

"Not bad," Warchief complimented.

"Oh, thanks," Jelqer replied, shutting off the console quickly and setting it off to the side. "So.. What'cha want?" He'd ask, a neutral look on his face with a mix of curiosity, wondering what the other man wanted.

A sigh escaped Warchief, remembering the reason why he came to see Jelqer in the first place. "Lost again," He replied, relaxing into the endless amounts of pillows Jelqer had on his bed in defeat.

"Not uncommon for you," Jelqer joked, which quickly received a bit of a glare from Warchief. "Just joshin'."

Jelqer chuckled, causing Warchief to groan. "I just don't get how stupid people can be.. It's annoying, like, to the point where I wanna take on the Impostor role and snap 'em into shape." He barked out, crossing his floating arms with a scowl, growing increasingly agitated again.. Jelqer knew that was just a way for Warchief to say he'd break the rules and stab 'em.

Jelqer listened along and nodded, thinking for a moment before he responded, "Well, you're gonna get people like that, y'know? I lose all the time with idiots." He chuckled, gesturing towards his switch.

"Well, yeah, but.." Warchief sighed, feeling a bit more calmer with Jelqer's input, even though he was still pretty agitated, "It's just upsetting, I guess. This game is something important to me and it's frustrating to see people not listen."

Another nod from Jelqer, focused on what Warchief was saying. When this guy wasn't running his mouth with jokes or staring off, he was a pretty good listener who loved to listen. It made Warchief feel appreciated, and his features seem to soften a bit as he noticed the others dedication.. Even if a jokester, he was quite loyal, and that made him grateful. "Yeah, I know, I feel that way too," Jelqer would input, sitting up a bit to better hold conversation. Warchief tilted his upper body a bit, looking at Jelqer, "I'm glad someone feels the same way.." He scoffed out, but not in an annoyed or upset tone, just glad to be heard and appreciated.The silence between them fell for a moment as Jelqer thought on what to say, and he tapped at his visor in a thinking motion. "Here's the way I think about it," Jelqer started, "You win some, you lose some.""Right.""Well, here's my point," Jelqer cleared his throat a bit, continuing, "At the end of the day, it's just a game. I'm pretty into my game, but I don't let dumb people get to me. Sure, they annoy me to no end and I can get upset.. But who cares?"As Jelqer was speaking, he fully sat up to look at Warchief, his expression one of neutrality, but with a genuine hint of care in it. Sometimes it was hard to read Jelqer due to his either overly enthusiastic expressions or deadpan ones, but when the expressions did shine through, you kinda had to shift in the sand for them."At the end of the day, I'll just get to play more games, and I think that's the funniest part, and who knows? Maybe I'll get some pro competitive player who knows what they're doin' instead of people who can't count to three," Jelqer chuckled a bit, gazing back to Warchief to gauge his reaction, but once he saw the other was focused in and intent, he kept going. "What I'm sayin' is, don't let them get ya. Sure, you're a bit of a hothead at times who's way too invested into his stuff.. But when you let idiots get to ya, you can't really do what you do best, and that's trying to win."A dumbfounded expression was on Warchief's face, staring at the other with a small look of uncertainty and shock. When Jelqer thought, damn did he think."I.. Guess I never thought of that," He murmured, laying flat on the bed.Jelqer chuckled a bit, looking back at his switch and then back to Warchief. "I know it's cliche or cringy or whatever, but I mean, I said what I said. You can't do what you do best if you dwell on things too much." The other rested down next to Warchief, hands near his legs, folded together. Jelqer's words seemed to bring a sense of calm over him, and the more and more he thought back on his outburst, the more embarrassed he got of himself. He looked off to the side to try and avoid it.The two bathed in the silence, just enjoying the quiet company with the occasional rustle from outside. These conversations were nice, and even if Jelqer got on his nerves sometimes, at the end of the day, he was loyal.. And that's what matters, the end product."So.. Pizza for dinner?" Jelqer was the first to break the silence.".. Yeah, sounds nice. Just don't put any veggies on mine."Jelqer chuckled, "Beggers can't be choosers, man." And Warchief just groaned.