that one time travel psl

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sad bad end s5 jon and tim on a monster road trip



[Algric had given the trio a fair warning of what was happening. Not the specific details of what he was coming from, but he was from a little further along Algric's timeline, and came through Hilltop Road. Never pleasant, but he's here now. IT took a few days of settling, readjusting, and putting some firm self-imposed boundaries on himself before Jon felt comfortable enough to see the others.

After a few minutes of surprise and staring, Jon ends up sitting alone with Tim for a few minutes; the others having some things to take care of themselves. He sits there, fiddling a bit with his fingers, trying not to be self conscious. He can't do anything about the myriad of different, newer scars, nor about his black sclera or so many other things about himself now.

But god... Tim. Alive and not shouting at him right this second. How novel.]

Tim... I.. [Where does he even start.]

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[that makes Martin pause.]

I mean. Aren't we all, at this point? [waggles the fingers on his left hand to make his point.]

He's just... [he trails off, trying to put this...delicately.]

...He's been through a lot.

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Ah. Yes. Yes, we - we all are dangerous now.

[ He's thinking of Tobias Fisher now, which is sadly an improvement on thinking about his mother. ]

... He has. I wish - I am desperately sorry to have left him there alone.

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...You didn't know. And how could you not want to leave at the first opportunity you got?

[absolving himself hasn't gotten any less weird, yet.

and isn't anything an improvement from thinking about Mum?]

I bet he understands.

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[ Algric rubs at his arm. ]

He ... he does. That doesn't erase the fact that I hurt him.

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[it's also entirely weird to watch your own nervous quirks. Martin feels the compulsion to mirror it, but chooses to shift his weight slightly from foot to foot instead, eyes darting around for the best thing to say.]

At least...you're back together now? Reunited? You can. Th-there's opportunity to mend it. Make it right.

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[ A deep breath. ]

I'm - I'm trying. D'you think it's working?

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I don't know. But I do know that he...h-he loves you. And he's still Jon, so... He's still got that mile-wide kindness streak. It's fine, or it'll be fine. I-- I believe in him, in that way.

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... Yes. Yes, I - I do too.

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[yup, sorry, bringing it back around.]

...What was it like? Having Jon stand up to her.

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It was ...

[ His voice goes soft, tentative. ]

It was nice. It probably shouldn't be, but ... having him in my corner, after all those years of enduring her alone ...

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[oh no. there's that...bitter anger at the back of his throat. here, Martin can only dream. what must it be like to have someone believe him, and stand up for him against her? and again, Algric got to have it. with Jon. his Jon.

swallowing the jealous lump down, Martin musters up as much sincerity as he can.]

I get it. I'm glad.

[but then he just...deflates, defeated.]

I can't ask him to go a second time. I won't do that to him.

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[ Ah. That - that isn't something Algric had considered? He looks a bit alarmed in fact. ]

You can take my Jon. He hasn't gone yet.

[ And he would 100% be feral for you. ]

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[a small snort, and even the hint of a grin.]

It's starting to sound like they're- They're items to be swapped around between us. Or different Jons have different effects on boss battles...

[it amuses him more than anything else, for some reason. do the Jons talk about them the same way?

the mental distraction only lasts a brief moment, before Martin's shoulders hunch and he shoves his hands in his pockets.]

It's. Tempting. ...But no, I-I'll. I can just. Go. 'S fine.

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And the boss battle is our mum?

[ It's very stupid, but he can't help a small laugh. Better than the alternative. ]

You don't have to go at all, you know. Or - or I could go with you.

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[that's when Martin stops and stares with big eyes.]

You've only just been. You just- You would? Why?

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Because - because you shouldn't go alone. You should have someone there.

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You know I've done it plenty of times...

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Yes. And I know how terrible it is.

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Good...point.

[hands reappearing, Martin rubs at one arm uncertainly.]

If you're...willing. Then. Please.

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[ He nods at that. ]

Whenever - whenever you want to go.

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Doubt you're in a hurry, so... It can wait until you're...okay with it.

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Mm, well. I probably never will be, so let's not wait for that.

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[fuck.]

I- Oh. Okay. Th-then. Um. ...Just. Give me a minute.

[he's fine, he just needs to rest his head on the cold bathroom sink for a minute so he doesn't have a small panic attack from the suddenness of it. he's fine.

when he comes back after a few minutes, he's ashen-faced but resolute.]

Not ready whenever you are...

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[ Oh. They're doing this now? That's not quite what he expected, but ...

But this is better, probably. Get it over with for now. Give Martin a chance to do this while not alone.

He waits, his expression a grim mirror to Martin's. ]

R-right, same. Let's go then.

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[what more is there to be said? they both know what's going to be facing Martin on the other end of this metaphorical gallows walk, they both know what it takes to screw up the courage to face it, and they both know what it'll do to him afterwards.

Martin's mind is static the whole way; set on an awful, disassociated autopilot. what little solid thought occurs is both deeply bitter and desperately grateful that it's Algric who's going with him to this possibly final encounter. (he knows himself too well to think that he won't try again to talk to her before she passes, to try and find some peace between them, some meager shred of love and acceptance now that he has a known deadline.) Algric robbed him of the opportunity to find comfort and support in Jon, but Algric knowing every aspect and layer of this agony in a way that no one else can is, blessedly, a relief to not have to try and fail to explain or convey.

what brings him back to the present in painful clarity is when he stops at the usual flower stall beforehand to pick up a small but cheerful bouquet. the hopeful peace offering that always gets thrown back in his face, yet almost never fails to bring. will it be a relief to not have to enslave himself to this small ritual anymore?

will her death mean any relief at all?

probably not. and yet here he is. the two of him.

as the automatic doors yawn open in front of them, Martin finds himself unable to think of how to ever repay the colossal kindness that is Algric's choice to be here, or even just how to thank him. --but Algric isn't here, technically, and Martin remembers that almost too late for it to go unnoticed that, in the view of the on duty nurse, he's giving a very complicated expression to the empty space next to himself.

she's surprised to see him again so soon, so Martin fumbles for an excuse about having " a little more free time right now", then winced as that made it sound like he was out of work. (which... well.) he tries not to alter his pace on the way to his mother's room, but his feet don't obey and slow on their own, until

until.

the door to her room is the last defense and the last chance to back out. there's absolutely a part of him that's screaming to run, but there's the rest which knows that running isn't an option. assuming that Algric is staying outside, Martin just gives him...A Look. what kind of look, even Martin isn't sure - his everything is on high alert and he feels vaguely nauseous - but it's the last little purge of his own emotions that he needs before sacrificing them. with a thrill of dread up his spine, Martin affixes a smile and opens the door with a quiet clatter.]

Hi, Mum.