part 359 survival horror tropes

[aphanon_meme]

Hello again meme! Can you believe all these new updates? I love it! I hope we see more historical stuff, though and not just emperors. Also more of that Denmark, whatta guy.

Enjoy part 359!

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[greece]

[eyes the bloody sickle]

[...okay, maybe it's a good thing there aren't any bananas here]

My problem, as always, is you.

[comes over and sits down at the table right next to you, giving you a bit of the elbow]

Go find your own meal.

[attaturk]

Tch! Feeling's mutual! An' I sat down first, so it's you who's gonna have to find somethin' else!

[chooses his preferred method of poking you relentlessly in retaliation]

[...until he decides to make a grab at the hat]

You never said what this was for either!

[greece]

[makes an annoyed noise at the poking!]

I set my tent down first. You don't even have a tent.

[and then suddenly has to jerk back, trying to keep his hat out of reach]

[at the same time smacking his palm in your face to keep you at bay]

It's for wearing. Idiot.

[attaturk]

They gave you a tent?!

[that is so unfair]

[speaks around the face smush, still reaching for the hat]

Brat! 'm askin' why.

[greece]

No, I took it.

[smushes harder, insulted you don't remember]

Since when have you been concerned over the purpose of fashion...?

[tiiiiiiilting his head further away]

[attaturk]

Thief!!

[it's all he can get out before he's smushed so hard he can't speak anymore]

[but maybe he can hook the hat with his sickle, that sounds like a great idea]

[there is now a sickle aimed at your precious hat, you little punk]

[greece]

Nobody was using--

[!]

[hey, you almost took some hair off with that, it's not time for his haircut yet]

Stop that.

[reaches over and tugs on your hair with his free hand in retaliation]

[attaturk]

[swats your hand away]

Tell me why you're wearin' a cone on your head an' I jus' might!

[he even worded it nice this time so you can't be obstinately obtuse]

[greece]

[well!]

[how can he deny such a polite request]

I'm throwing a party.

[happy?]

[attaturk]

[no]

What for?

[looks around at the zero guests]

Tch! Some party!!

[more pie for him, though. Grabbin' some of that]

[greece]

My birthday.

[looks around too, he doesn't see anything wrong with his party]

[could use some decorations though]

[makes a half-assed grab for the pie just to put up some resistance]

1/2

[attaturk]

[attaturk]

Really?! Why the hell didn't you tell me, huh?!

[forget the pie, you can have it! goes back to poking you in punishment for taking so long to reveal this crucial information!]

[good thing he's set the sickle back down or those pokes would be pretty uncomfortable]

[greece]

Eeeehh...

[trying to bat your fingers away, when was the last time you trimmed your nails]

Why the hell didn't you remember?

[attaturk]

[pokes a few more times for good measure before he lays off]

Hey! Not like they gave us calendars or nothin'! An' how am I supposed to remember when it feels nothin' like February out here?! Plus, had other things on my mind!

[like the whole reason this food's been provided and why his shirt is covered in dull red bloodstains]

[greece]

[after you're done, he gives you one good sock in the arm in return, then moves to pour them both some coffee]

I would venture to say early November.

[it feels like a not-that-cold-yet November]

[attaturk]

[ugh, gross, there's no sugar to put in this coffee]

[...he'll settle for stealing that pie back again in consolation, but he'll put a slice on a plate for you too]

November? No, no, it's hotter than that. More like late September!

[greece]

[nor milk, he can't even turn this stuff into frappé]

It's most definitely November...

[takes a sip of the coffee to chase down the pie]

...this tastes like it was washed from your feet.

[attaturk]

Oi.

[sets his cup down with a clink, unsweetened coffee sloshing over the rim]

You wanna take that back, conehead?!

[greece]

[calmly takes another sip]

No.

[cause you know it's true]

[attaturk]

[it is not and even if it were why are you still drinking it]

If it's a fight you're lookin' for, don't think I'll hesitate jus' 'cause it's your birthday!

[rises out his seat as he says that, one hand braced on the table the other thrust threateningly to point in your face]

[greece]

[cause coffee]

[sets the cup down, nudges the pie aside, and stands up as well]

I couldn't imagine receiving any other present from you.

[attaturk]

Probably 'cause it's all you ever deserve!

[and what you definitely don't deserve is that stupid hat you seemed so protective of before, so this is him hoping to punch it right off your head]

[greece]

[off it goes, falling around his neck and being held up by the stretchy string]

[hdu]

[grabs the front of your shirt]

That was my party hat.

[attaturk]

[how the mighty do fall]

[tilts his chin up in challenge]

It was a shit party. Next year choose a better location than this fucking island.