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Ashswag came running into Reddoons' room, the latter having texted that they needed to talk. Ashswag’s heart pounded in his chest, wondering aimlessly what it could be. Were… Are they breaking up??
“What did you need?” Ashswag panted, having run all the way from his house to here. Reddoons turned around in his office chair to face Ashswag, his desk shrouded in the light of his computer. Ashswag could not read or tell what was on it, which worried him even more. Reddoons let out a heavy sigh, “Ashswag… Things are changing.” Not even making eye contact with the other.Ashswag furrowed his brows. “What do you mean? Did I do something wrong??” He took a few steps closer to the other. “I can make it up to you! I’m sorry if I did or said anything bad I-” Reddoons shook his head. “It’s not you or your fault, Ashswag,” Reddoons informed, Ashswag’s heart sank thinking of other possibilities that were worse. “It’s me.”Ashswag's mouth was left agape for a moment. “What- what do you mean?? I’ll still love you, even if you did change.” His lips frowned deeply in sadness. Reddoons just sobbed, “You don’t understand, Ashswag! I’m-” He trailed off, as if hesitant to say what was coming next.“You’re what?” Ashswag ushered him to finish, “I don’t care if you’re some kind of demon! Although, I’d be worried if you were a skinwalker.” Reddoons gritted his teeth. “I’m not either of those!” Reddoons then stood up and opened his arms grandly. “FUCK BEING FORKLIFT CERTIFIED,” Reddoons shouted to the Aethers, “I’M SCISSOR LIFT CERTIFIED, BABYYYY.” And proceeded to phase into one, eliciting a gasp from Ashswag. “WHAT THE FU-”