open post; alan wake

[twains]

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[youbutfun]

Oh don't tell me it was just in case!

[The anger's good, he likes seeing some fight in Alan. Or well...more fight. There's been plenty of fight in Alan.]

Admit it, you didn't think you were free and clear, did you?

[twains]

[The writer barely contains his impulse to scream 'fuck you' at Scratch, not wanting to give him what he wants. The curl of his lip is more than enough to give away he's holding something back, though.]

We were free and clear.

[youbutfun]

Hey, you can't hold it in like that. Not good for you.

[That stupid smirk again.]

And well, turns out you weren't. Imagine that.

[A nonchalant shrug there. An evil nonchalant shrug in fact.]

Oh wait, you don't have to imagine, do you?

[twains]

[Alan had escaped, had reunited with Alice and begun rebuilding their lives. They were free, they were free, they were free, they were free theywerefreetheywerefreetheywerefreetheywerefreetheywere-- Weren't they?

The insidious thought worms its way into the Writer's mind, leaving him susceptible and open.]

So you waited all this time to what? Make your big reveal that much worse?

[youbutfun]

Worse?

[Scratch looks confused by that one. Is he really? Does it matter?]

No, no, no, I'm making it all the better, you should be thanking me! Do you know how boring this all was? Alan Wake woke up, Alan Wake tried to write, Alan Wake choked down a handful of pills, then Alan Wake went to bed and did the exact same thing the next day! God! Instead of worrying about why I let you go on in such a monotonous boring way forever, you should be on your knees thanking me for providing a little excitement!

[Scratch’ll break his monologue to comment a little further on that obvious idea. So for better or worse, he’s not going on about how dull he finds Alan’s life.]

Yeah, in fact, let’s do that. On your knees. You can do it yourself or…

[The darkness squirming again, the obvious end to that sentence and entirely what Scratch expects to have to do.]

[twains]

[It might have been dull, might have been boring but it was good. He and Alice were together again finally and they were recovering. Healing from what Scratch and the Dark Place had done to them.]

I don't want your excitement! Nobody besides you does, Scratch.

[Alan can feel his knees threatening to give out. He knows where this is going, where it's been headed all this time. It's taking everything he has left to keep himself upright.]

[youbutfun]

Oh yeah? Well, too bad.

[Not his most elaborate retort, he knows. But that's fine, there's no need to really go on while this is well, going on. He'll just let the darkness pull at Alan, tugging at him. He's trying, Scratch can see that, but trying really only gets you so far, doesn't it?]

If this keeps up, might have to take something to those knees, I'm sure there's something around here that'll get the job done.

[Pretending to look around while this goes on, he's not actually going to go look for something. Probably.]

[twains]

[The more Alan struggles, the harder it is to focus on Scratch and what he's saying; what he's doing. His knees get closer to giving out and Alan can't stop them.]

You --

[He grunts as his knees connect with the hardwood floor. Nothing that's going to happen now is something Alan wants, but better to go through it with both knees intact.

Alan stares up at Scratch, his gaze full of malice.]

[youbutfun]

You what?

[Scratch's gaze on the other hand is just full of amusement. This is just the funniest thing to him apparently. Alan Wake, the Champion of Light on his knees struggling, angry.]

Go on, I'll let you have that one.

[twains]

You --

[Alan bites it back again. Giving in is what Scratch wants, and he refuses to stoop to his level. It's bad enough he's forced to endure what's coming.]

You asshole! Will you just fuck off?

[On the other, he's been wanting to say that to Scratch for a long time.]

[youbutfun]

There, do you feel better now that you've gotten that out?

[It's possible he could be more condescending, but it might take some work to get there.]

Somehow I don't think so, but it seems like you really needed that.

[twains]

I'd feel better if you'd fuck off!

[He snaps, and then quickly deflates because this isn't helping at all. All he's managed to do is give Scratch what he wants and he hates it.]

[youbutfun]

Bet you would, but I've still got so much to do.

[Said while unbuckling his belt after a hundred comments.]

I will after I'm done though. Promise.

[Just not permanently.]

[twains]

[The jingle of Scratch's buckle draws Alan's eyes downward involuntarily. He knew where this was going, but it grows ever closer to becoming a reality.]

You expect me to believe you'll keep a promise?

[youbutfun]

Oh, don't worry. I'm not saying I'll leave forever. But I'll give you some time to recuperate. So it's an easy promise to keep.

[He'll take a while to get that belt off. He knows where Alan's eyes are, he's gonna make him endure this for a little longer.]

[twains]

[Alan knows Scratch is dragging it out purely to torture him. He's seen the videos, the broadcasts; he knows what Scratch likes, how he acts.

He hates that he knows this. The writer's lips curl into what could charitably be called a snarl.]

Just get it over with.

[youbutfun]

You're no fun, you know that?

[He might've said that before, but anyways, the belt'll come off quicker now before being set on the same table where he didn't use a coaster earlier. He doesn't want that getting too far away.]

Loosen up a little, it's not the end of the world.

[twains]

[Don't take the bait, don't take the--]

I was plenty loose, before you came into my life!

[Alan.

Alan.

Alan.]

[youbutfun]

[Just this face because Alan.

Congrats on shutting him up for a moment? Just a moment.]

You know, I don't think that's true.

[He actually doesn't have a ton to say about that one because Alan.]

[twains]

[By the time he realised how that sounded, the words were already out of his mouth. Besides, he really does not need to be defending himself against Scratch. At least like this.]

I'm not continuing this conversation.

[youbutfun]

Yeah, I don't think I'd want to continue that one either if I were you. Now let's see, where were we?

[He says knowing Alan's not going to want to continue that either.]

[twains]

You were just leaving.

[youbutfun]

Ooh, tempting. I leave and the wife comes back to find you a bit...tied up at the moment. I'm sure you'd both love that.

[He's thinking about it, or at least he looks like he's thinking about it.]

[twains]

I'd have more fun with Alice than with you.

[Wrong thing to say?]

[youbutfun]

Oh, that hurts.

[Scratch takes a step back, playing at being wounded. And careful not to bump into that end table from earlier.]

But you know what.

[A smile on his face once again.]

I think I'd have more fun with Alice too.