"Hello, Productiveness. Long time, no see," Procrastination says. He strolls up to her.
"Why, yes. It has been a long time," Productiveness remarks.
"Why don't you like me? I'm kind to you," Procrastination flirtatiously questions, caressing her cheek.
"We're opposites; we're supposed to hate each other," She answers, backing up away from him.
"Supposed to, nothing said we have to," he replies.
"Why?" Productiveness asks, looking him in the eyes.
"Why, what, my dear?" Procrastination questions.
"Why do you make them seem lazy? Why do you take control of them? Why-"She trails on.
"Simply because it's what I have to do. Why do you make them do something as soon as it's given to them? Why do you make them stay up for hours, so they can finish it at once?" he counters.
"But, unlike you, I'm looked at as good. I help them finish what they need-" she's cut off.
"So do I, my dear," he counters.
"B-but I-I help them get it off of their plate, so they have more free time," she's flustered, he can tell.
He gets closer, "But you also can make them lose sleep by doing that, you know. You aren't always looked at as good," he whispers in her ear, "And I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm not all bad, I promise,"
Her breath hitches. The look of terror in her eyes; He's getting to her. Productiveness is always so serious, but Procrastination is laid-back. She sees him as lazy and he sees her as uptight. They clash, mainly because of his almost provocative attitude towards her.
"You must relax, my dear. Too much stress is bad for you, you know," he says softly.
"The only thing that causes me stress is you and your stupid, cocky attitude! I wish I wasn't paired with you! You are impossible, you lazy, no good, feeble bas-"
Procrastination cuts her off, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, princess. And as for you, you're an uptight, impatient, little bi-"
"Screw you, Procrastination! I hate you! I wish we never met!" she screams.
"Dido, shrew! I curse the day we met. Now I remember why it's been a long time since we've talked, you're unbearable!" he rants.
"Oh, I'm unbearable?! Look whose freaking talking! You're a lazy slob who cares for no one but himself! That's all you've been and all you'll ever be!" she screeches.
"I wasn't always like this, you know. I had love, I was kind, I dressed properly," he looks down at the rags he calls clothes, "I was happy until Chaos killed them, all because of who I am. Now I've become a slob! I can't take this. I want this to end! I want to be with my love again! End me, please. I'm begging you!" he pleads.
"I-I-I-I I'm sorry, I didn't know. I-I wish I could help, but I don't know what to do!" she stutters.
"Kill me," he mutters.
"WH-what?!" she's shocked.
"Kill me, bash my head in, shoot me, whatever kills me. Do it, please. This life is torture," he says.
"I'm not going to do that. If you die, I die, too. And you won't be reunited unless he's one of us. Our afterlives are so much different from theirs," she informs.
"So, I'll never see him again?" he sadly questions.
"Unless he somehow gets reincarnated, sadly, no," she says, "You're being selfish, you know,"
"How am I being selfish?" he demands.
"You know if you die, you're opposite dies as well. You just asked me to kill myself, basically. How is that not freaking selfish, Procrastination! Don't you think I hurt too? I've never even experienced love! I look around at all the happy couples and think, why can't that be me? Why can't I be happy like that? Everywhere I look, I see happiness and I get lonely. I don't have a partner, like Insanity and Death or Love and Reason. I don't know what it feels like, I only know loneliness, and I grow tired of it. I work so much to keep my mind off it. Your cocky attitude only reminds me that I have no one," her voice cracks so much. Procrastination tries to hug her but she just runs away. He chases after her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know, either.-"
She cuts him off, "Of course you didn't know! No one really notices that you're dying inside when I seem so happy on the outside!" she sobs.
"We have depression. I learned about it through one of the people I've used. There are ones who can cover it well, like you. Then there are one's who can't do it as well, like me. I promise; I understand what you're dealing with. Depression is the worst thing ever, but you don't have to go through it alone, anymore. You have me, you're not alone," he sooths her a bit.
"I guess you aren't as bad as I thought you were, but I'm fine without you. Please, leave me alone," she says.
"Fine, but if you ever need to talk, or if everything is too much, I'm always here for you," he starts to walk away.
"W-wait! How are you falling apart at the seams but you're still able to help me?" she questions.
"It takes my mind off of me, much like the work took your mind off it," he answers, then disappears around the corner.
"Wait! I have so much left that I want to know! Please!" she tries to move but ends up falling to the floor, "How will I ever get in touch with him, again?" she wonders aloud.
Little does she know, he's hiding around the corner where he 'disappeared', "You'll know," he mutters then walks away.
