Context: Your bodyguard promised to tell you about how he learned to fight if you beat him in a sparring match, so it’s time for him to make good on that promise.

Words: 1053

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Notes: High difficulty script!!

A/N: It's been a while! I'm finally back!!!

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[SFX: silverware clinks]

[voices are slightly echoey in this section, surroundings are a fairly big room]

“... You get to eat stuff like this every day…?”

[pause]

“Man, you’re lucky… I would probably never would have been able to touch this stuff if it weren’t for you.”

[pause]

“Ha… I guess I am lucky in that regard…”

“Funny. After all this time, I finally got a break.”

[pause]

“... Yeah… I guess you could say it’s been tough.”

[short pause]

“Look. I’m going to make something very clear to you: While I’m spilling my guts to you, you can’t laugh, or talk, or look at me with pity.”

“I’m doing this because you won the bet. And you’re also the first person who’s going to hear about all this. So everything that I’m about to say… does not leave this room.”

“Understood?”

[pause]

“Good.”

[pause]

“Huh? Somewhere more private?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

[pause]

“Oh…”

“Yeah, you’re right, it is kinda echoey in here.”

“Well, where do you propose we go?”

[pause]

“A guest room?”

“Ah, makes sense that you would have those… Alright then,”

[SFX: chair scrapes]

“Lead the way.”

[SFX: footsteps]

“This place is gigantic… How do you not get lost in here…?”

[pause]

“Eh, I guess if you’ve lived here for a while, then it’s not that surprising…”

[SFX: door opens]

[pause]

“... You sure this is a guest bedroom? This place is bigger than my entire apartment.”

[pause]

“Hey, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like I said, I don’t need your pity. So get comfy and let me fulfill my end of the bargain.”

[SFX: clothes rustling, sitting]

(muttering) “... This couch is probably worth more than my entire debt…”

“Alright. Again… no talking until I’m done, got it?”

[pause]

“Good.”

[deep breath]

“F*ck, where do I even start…”

[short pause]

“I was… born into a sh*tty family.”

“I don’t know who my mom was, because she left when I was too little to remember. And my dad blamed me for her leaving.”

“So… I got beat up a lot.”

“The place always reeked of alcohol, he lost his job, so he had to turn to some loan sharks for money… At least the money mom left me was dedicated to my education… but that didn’t really matter when the school diagnosed me with 'behavioral issues’.”

“You know how it is… the moment the school pegs you as someone who can’t learn or listen, everything kinda just falls apart.”

[pause]

“Hey, I said no questions.”

“But you wanna know why they decided that I was a troublemaker?”

“... It’s ‘cause I fought back.”

[pause]

“Heh… that’s right.”

“Both my elementary school and my middle school were ruled by a group of bullies.”

“The teachers didn’t give a sh*t, so those *ssholes went around doing whatever the hell they wanted. And y’know… I was an easy target. No mom, piece of sh*t dad, no money, blah blah blah, wayyy too much bait for them to bite.”

“So yeah. I got beat up a lot as a kid.”

[short pause]

“I see that look on your face. I said I don’t need your pity.”

“Anyways, I confided in my dad once. Y’know what he said? He told me to just beat them all back.”

“And that was the best… and probably only advice he ever gave me.”

[pause]

“Nah, I was a scrawny kid. I couldn’t land a single hit in at first.”

“Didn’t stop me from trying though; I kept trying to fight my bullies. Eventually, I started actively picking fights with them in order to learn their moves.”

“I got bolder, almost treated it like a competition of some kind, but so did they. Once they noticed that I was just out to mess with them, they got even more violent.”

[SFX: clothes rustling]

“See this nasty scar? One of the kids brought a box cutter at one point.”

[pause]

“Eh, it was only a flesh wound. Didn’t have the guts to cut me that deep.”

“I think that was the one time where the teachers stepped in. I also got detention for that. Unfair, isn’t it? But then again, I was the one who instigated that particular fight.”

“I spent all of middle school beating people up and getting beaten back. I learned real quick that the moment someone realized that you were stronger than them, they’d leave you alone real quick.”

“By the time I entered Atlas Spire High… I was about the same as I am now. Took a lot of beatings, but I’d learned enough to handle myself.”

[pause]

(flatly) “Ugh, what was I expecting? A rich kid born with a silver spoon in their mouth would never understand.”

[pause]

“You didn’t say anything, but I could see it on your face. You really are an open book, you know?”

“Now remember: this stays between us. Got it?”

[pause]

“Good.”

[SFX: rustling, standing up]

“I’m gonna go home now. It’s getting late.”

[pause]

“Huh?”

[pause]

“Wha– you want me to stay here for the night? Why?”

[pause]

“Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? A little darkness ain’t gonna kill me. If anyone comes after me I’ll just fight ‘em.”

[SFX: footsteps]

[listener grabs his hand]

“Hey! Let go!”

[pause]

“Ohhh, you insist, do you? Well I insist that I’m fine! I don’t need–”

[pause]

“... And you’re trying to tempt me with food again. Does it look like I care if your chef can make good pancakes?”

[pause]

“No, my eyes did not light up when you mentioned pancakes.”

“I don’t care, I’m going home.”

[pause]

“... Sorry, what did you say?”

[pause]

“Ha… you’re seriously willing to give me that much money just for me to stay in your mansion tonight? What are you, crazy?”

[pause]

“Right. You’re not crazy, just rich.”

[he groans]

“Fine. But you have to get your daddy’s permission first. I’m not staying here without his okay.”

[pause]

“Why? Because he’s my boss. Not you.”

“So go on. Go ask daddy dearest if I can stay. Don’t come crying when he says no, though– hey!”

[SFX: a sudden hug]

“Quit hugging me! Get off!”

[SFX: rustling] wrestling the listener off

“Ugh… you’re… insufferable.”

[short pause]

“Not another word.”

“Hurry up. Don’t keep me waiting.”

[SFX: running footsteps fading away]

“Haaah…”

(quietly) “... When was the last time someone actually hugged me?”

~END~

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