Aphmaus Proposal

They Will Fade Away Once You Let it

Garroth.

My "brother".

He doesn't know how to love.

It's fairly simple.

You don't.

You never love, so you never break, crumble, and get betrayed, something he doesn't understand.

Garroth, you loved here. You loved your family, and then, you left. You crumbled.

Before that, father "left". You were betrayed.

You loved Aphmau, a woman you can never let go, and yet, you needed to. You are broken.

If only he never felt the need of love within his heart. It would make this less exhausting and more effortless.

Anyway, I never realized how much I could toy with Aphmau! She is just a fragile little glass vase, the pedestal it stands upon wobbling, toppling the vase. I could teeter the platform to encourage her to do so many torturous things. This will be my test of loyalty. If she will retrieve Garroth for me, what won't she do? I have the leverage. I obtain the bait needed to motivate her.

I just need Garroth to uphold to his fraction of the deal. He can't forfeit right as the deal is almost finished. He won't have time to execute an extravagant death. He'll have to face the world, he will have to face the world as a traitor.

Of course, he wouldn't have been if he'd have just never made allies in the first place!

Hmm? Are you saying I'm a hypocrite due to O'Khasis having allies? Well, they're fake allies, ones you don't trust. They're the ones you need in the beginning to climb to the top. They're like a little stepping stool you use to reach the apple at the top of the tree.

Before, your little body has to jump to be even a hand distance away, knowing you won't reach it without the stool. You long for that stool to rise you up to the sky, picking that plump, red apple, but where will you find the stool? You search for a stool, but there is no stool to be found. You ask the people surrounding you, all ending in rejection. You go to the store, five dollars grasped in your hand, when you find out it is not enough. When you come back with more, it is sold out. Months go by before you find a stepping stool. It was right in your garage, staring at you from the back. Your eyes widen from shock as you snatch the stepping stool and run away to the tree. As you place the stool beneath the apple, you lift your hand, your shoulders up, the apple dangling right before your fingertips. You pluck it. You finally did it.

Do you understand? Getting the stool is the most difficult part. Climbing it is just the instinct afterwards.

I'm getting off topic. Now, I wonder...

Where's that amulet...

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Phone call

"Hey! Garroth! Nice to hear your voice, again!" I said. My voice was the tone of the sarcastic villan in every classic horror film.

"No need to sugar coat it, Zane. All you want is the amulet. You don't want my actual self, or anything else."

I see, so we have decided to use our brain today.

"Hey! Now, is that the way to talk to someone who will get revenge for you? Besides, I want plenty of other things." I talked to him, trying to win the battle between each other. Of course, I can do this no problem. I talk to him like the teacher in the classroom. The one you despise. I overpower his words, and create authority over him.

"Tsk. I can say what I want, you need me. You can't do this without me. I'm your secret weapon."

Looks like we are back in kindergarden. Well, I guess I expected this considering my previous line.