Audience: White

[probe]

Comments

[enfangs]

[he rolls on over to the kitchen then, except not literally]

Ooh, you making something?

[probe]

For sure. Just cookies. Even the Avatars of Sin can be basic sometimes. Here.

[they hand him some cookie dough.]

[enfangs]

[a pause.]

I... I don't know how to bake?

[so he's just going to eat the dough. sorry if that was not the intention, wrath.]

[probe]

[no, that was definitely the intention. they laugh.]

I'm not asking you to, you dingus. Cookie dough is much better raw.

[enfangs]

No kidding. Less effort involved too, right?

[probe]

For sure, and you know I'm all about that no effort.

The eggs here aren't going to give us salmonella so, you know. We could just eat this entire bowl of cookie dough and nobody would give one, or two shits!

[enfangs]

What, they're magically curated eggs? But that sounds pretty sweet! Living that indulgent life, huh?

[probe]

Of course they are, what - you think in a place with indulgence is gonna let you get super sick because of some cookie dough? I don't think so.

[they offer him more.]

[enfangs]

[looks at the dark chocolate in location changes

but he takes it and stuffs it into his mouth, before giving wrath a thumbs up.]

[probe]

[don't look at wrath, that wasn't their fault]

So what's up, my dude?

[enfangs]

Hey, I'm one of yours, right? Figured I should drop by once in a while.

But I did have a few questions too.

[probe]

You're fun, so drop by whenever you want.

[they just hoist themselves up onto the counter.]

Sure, hit me. Not literally.

[enfangs]

Dang.

[but he will not hit wrath.]

So, uh, what's with the clones of us? One of you said they were maybe failed versions of us or something, but they weren't sure so we should ask the others—so I'm asking you now.

[probe]

[they tilt their head.]

Who told you that? Was it Lust?

[enfangs]

I think so, yeah.

[probe]

I wouldn't be surprised if that's what they were. Failed versions from, uh, various timelines. The thing about time is that it makes zero fucking sense, so I couldn't give you a clear answer.

[enfangs]

Ugh... got any idea why they're here, then? And uh, what I did by pressing that button!?

[probe]

You probably unleashed our eventual doom! Good job.

[enfangs]

... You're screwing with me, right?

[probe]

Yeah.

[hehe] You're not the only one who was in there pressing buttons, it's fine.

[enfangs]

Good. If anything happens, it's not my fault!

[immediately throws all responsibility out the window]

[probe]

[white,

they laugh though.]

Oh, absolutely, I heard it here first. Nooo responsibility for you.

[enfangs]

Yeah! It was all that asshole's fault anyway.

[does white know law's name? no.]

[probe]

There are so many of those here that I feel like it's hard to narrow down who you're talking about, babe.

[enfangs]

That asshole! Uh... the one with a goatee?