Week Two Afterparty: For the people who are Still Alive

[literalidiotball]

That afternoon could not be more confusing.

Not only was the witch who called herself Yuuko a fake, but it turned out the witch who communicated through bird and notes was none other than one of the pieces. And the suffering... Oh, the suffering...

At least nobody else died for now...🗈

In spite of the lack of death, Wheatley was about as shaken up as everyone else. If he wasn't sure he was going to die here before, he is definitely certain now.

But he wasn't going to try and let it get to him. Even if he kind of wished he could consume things in the real world, he's still clinging to the small victory they had in sparing everyone.

On that note, he had the goats prepare a feast, turning the dining room table into a buffet table. There was turkey, fish, granola bars, fish shaped crackers, a giant bowl of frosted flakes, Macaroni and cheese with chunks of fish, fish shaped granola bars... Look, Wheatley didn't quite understand what humans liked to eat at these things, but at least it looks professional.

There's even a large cake in the center of the table. It's covered in chocolate frosting, strawberries, and has a lovely message written in bold white frosting: "WE SURVIVED".

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[clearumbrella]

[ A gentle nod. ]

Yes, neither have I. That's why I made one myself.

[sotoshini]

[ He considers that answer—he could ask the obvious question of why a jellyfish, or he could ask the other slightly less obvious one instead. Well, the subject of the song doesn't really matter to him so much, so. ]

Why did you sing this during...all of that? [ That's a fitting description for that theatre they were forced to endure. ]

[clearumbrella]

[ ... Ah. It's an obvious question, really, but it makes sense someone would ask it. As he mulls over his answer, he pulls an umbrella out of his coat pocket and opens it up, holding it casually over his head. ]

I wanted to help.

[sotoshini]

[ Blink. Is it going to rain? He looks up at the sky to see it as bright and clear as ever. Not the best idea with his nightvision, and he takes a moment to rub his eyes. ]

And what about now?

[clearumbrella]

Now... [ He repeats the word. And since Natsuno looked up, he follows suit. Yup, it's as clear as ever. ] I think it's because I felt like it.

[sotoshini]

[ This is a strange conversation, but just going to roll with it. ]

Is that the same reason for the umbrella, too?

[clearumbrella]

[ He always has strange conversations, let's be real. ]

No.

[sotoshini]

[ ....truth. Hm. Several seconds tick by where Natsuno debates on whether to ask again. He's not usually this curious unless he has a personal investment in the topic, which isn't really the case here.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. Augh, fine. ]

...why did you open up a clear umbrella while it's sunny out?

[clearumbrella]

Eh? [ It looks like some gears are turning as he looks at Natsuno. After a second, it looks like a bulb lights up and he lets out an "ah!" ] Did you want to use one, too? Here~!

[ Without second-guessing a thing, he moves his umbrella so it's over Natsuno's head. ]

1/2

[sotoshini]

...

[ It takes a second, but then Natsuno just laughs. ]

[sotoshini]

[ But then he reins his expression in, tone still somewhat soft compared to his usual level effect. ]

Thanks, but the sun doesn't actually bother me too much.

[clearumbrella]

[ !! He laughed. Somehow, it feels like he witnessed something rare. When he speaks, it's obvious he's smiling behind his mask. ]

I see. [ Clear pulls the umbrella back and places a hand over his heart. ] If it becomes a bother, please tell me right away. I'd be happy to share my umbrella with you.

[sotoshini]

[ "Share" huh? Shaking his head he decides to bury that thought for later. ]

Clear, right? Are you Japanese?

[clearumbrella]

[ There's a pause as he considers how to answer. After a while, he responds quietly. ]

No.

[sotoshini]

[ He noticed that pause! Hm. ]

I see. You reminded of the obaasan who used to hang out at the stationary store in Sotoba. [ Still sitting, he mirrors Clear's gesture from moments ago; hand over his heart. ]

[clearumbrella]

Did I? Ah, I wonder if it's my grandpa's influence. He taught me everything I know, after all.

[sotoshini]

Mhmm. Is he Japanese?

[clearumbrella]

I'm not sure.

[sotoshini]

[ ... ]

Where are you from? Before SCP and this...nonsense.

[clearumbrella]

[ This time, Clear cheerfully answers. ]

Before we came here, I lived on an island!

[sotoshini]

[ Siiiiiiiighs. ]

So this is pretty normal for you, then. [ Has he given up? He might have given up. ]

[clearumbrella]

Yes!

[sotoshini]

Even the murder part?

[clearumbrella]

[ A pause. ]

It wasn't like this in Midorijima.

[sotoshini]

[ !

Mission accomplished, that's a Japanese name if he's ever heard of one. His time wasn't completely wasted. ]

I'm not surprised. A lot of people don't seem to know what to think of you, though.