Slingshot.+Second Chance+Dom's View

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so sorry for no update ive been busy with exams and a projectt i ddecided to take on!!

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Slingshot stared at the mess in the mirror. Tired eyes, smudged mirror,  claw marks all over the wall, a mess. For another long minute, Slingshot stared at himself in the mirror. He wasn't going to let some low leveled phighter with shitty phighting skills destroy what he had. Destroy his reputation. Destroy his friends. Destroy everything he worked so hard for.


Destroy or be destroyed.


Destroy or be destroyed.


Destroy or be-

Shatter.

Slingshot's fist made contact with the mirror, the mirror cracking as it cut his cut. A small wince made its way out of his mouth as he held his fist close to his chest. Pain. When was the last time he could feel pain? Never. He never was the one in pain but the one inflicting pain.

Blood started to seep from his cut. It wasn't a bad cut, but his knuckle had begun to bruise. It was an angry red line of blood across a purplish bruise.

Slingshot stood up and slapped himself twice. 

"Get a grip, Slingshot. This isn't the time to cry over spilt milk."

He started to clean his apartment up, cleaning up the mess on the ground that he created shortly after the last time. He found it hard to keep mantaining a clean apartment, so why bother? He cleaned everything up anyways. He had a reputation to uphold and he was going to keep it.

His apartment was clean again. Just like his current mind.

As for his fist, he just rinsed it under a tap. He didn't want to spend anymore time on this matter. He had fix his mistake.

He remembered Valk had sent a message to everyone to delete all the messages they had sent to Boombox. Whatever the weasel was planning, it was probably bad. But everyone complied. No one wanted to deal with Boombox's sappy sad bullshit. He was going to either cry and bitch about it to Medkit or just bottle it up. After all, Medkit had taken his blades and knives and thrown them away. How did Slingshot know? He had been watching them.

Slingshot stared at his phone once more. What was he even trying to do?

A sigh left Slingshot as he stood up, going to bed. He was tired from all the cleaning. After all it wasn't just shattered potted plants. Dirty sink, untidy bedroom, everything.

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Boombox was now sopping wet like a cat. Medkit sprayed Boombox with a spray bottle every time he answered with a blood thirsty answer or wanted to seek revenge.

"For the last time Boombox.." Medkit pinched his nosebridge hard as he struggled to firmly grasp the fact that Boombox wanted revenge this bad.

"Revenge, bad. Repeat after me." Medkit flipped the flashcard for the 500th time, hoping Boombox would get it this time. "Revenge..bad." Boombox finally said. Medkit couldn't help but feel some hope. "Good. And should we wish for your enemies to die brutally in a car crash?" Medkit could feel just a little hope Boombox would finally get it.

"Y-"

Medkit didn't even have to listen to the answer fully before spraying Boombox once more. "I'm losing so much hope in you." Medkit groaned, setting the flashcard down and burying his face in his hands. It had been 3 hours and Boombox still couldn't understand what he was trying to tell him. Now he was genuinely about to lose his mind and just snap like Boombox did.

"I'm sorry." Boombox replied sheepishly, fiddling with his hands. "No. Don't apologise. Just one last time." Medkit picked the flashcards up, mixing them up and picking a random card.

"What do we do when-"

"Someone calls you something mean?" Boombox was used to all of the scenarios to the point he could memorise them all. "Yes." Medkit was expecting Boombox to answer with something like "Call them something mean in return" or the use of physical violence against them.

"Tell them it wasn't a nice thing to say and that they should apologise. If they don't, tell a friend."

Medkit's eyes lit up, a smile creeping across his face. "Now we're getting somewhere. Good job."

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Dom observed Valk's beat up body, staring long and hard at the already red bruises on him. Valk had been gone since morning. It was now currently 4PM. He wanted to ask him where he had been but he could sense Valk was in an extremely foul mood.

"What are you looking at." Valk snapped, scowling at his brother. Dom simply rolled his eyes and finally spoke up. "What did you do this time." He asked in an unamused tone, leaning over the couch backrest and annoying Valk even more.

"I didn't do anything.." Valk crossed his arms, wincing as he brushed against a sore spot. "You couldn't have done nothin'." Dom rebutted.

He was indeed correct.

"Tch. I got beat up by Boombox alright now screw off." Valk reached under the couch to get the box of bandages and ointment they kept as he started to clean his wounds and bandage them , failing due to how much it hurt when he moved too much.

Dom stared at the bruises on Valk. Damn that twink can really throw a punch.

Dom sighed, taking the bandages and wrapping Valk's wounds gently like how he used to when Valk fell down when they were kids. "You should at least apologise to him and let him know you're truly sorry instead of just blatantly lying to him like that. Even if he doesn't accept your apology, he'll know you're sorry."

Dom nicely wrapped Valk's wounds up, ruffling his hair while making Valk glare at him, the latter punching Dom on the shoulder.

"Fine, fine. I'll do it soon."

"BY YOURSELF." Dom added on.

"BUT WHY-"

"Because it's your fault, no one else's. Now you better start thinking of a way to apologise or you'll end up making things worse."

Dom walked out of the living room, leaving Valk to his own thoughts. Should he really have told the others to do that? Or should he just have owned up to his actions and apologise?

No one would know. The past would be the past and nothing can be done to change it.

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1001 words because i have been updating 

just a triple chapter update


yeah

HBFGYUIKOVCJNHBDGYHUJI i blacked out twice writing this

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