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CONVERSATIONS OF THE FLAWED

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"Okay, so for your character in the SMP—"

"Wait, you guys were serious in having me there?" Amber asked, eyebrows furrowed together. Clay chuckled as they ate the food she and his mom had made half an hour ago.

They were currently in his room, eating while they conversed with each other. Clay was currently telling her about the ideas he and Wilbur had made and written down.

"Yes, Amber," he replied. "We're serious. But, I have talked about it with Wilbur and we're almost finished with the script. We already planned how we're going to add you into the storyline and what's going to happen next and we want to subtly add you in between of it all."

"Okay..." Amber nodded, telling him she was listening to every word he was saying while also telling him to continue.

"Okay, so," Clay started as swallowed his food and placed his dish next to his computer, "we're going to exile Tommy and he's going to be exiled close near our house, right? Our house is a major key here. You have the ability to enter ones mind without reading their thoughts, but you can easily communicate with them."

"That's cool," Amber commented.

"Right?" He excitedly questioned. "So, you hear these loud thoughts of someone's and you find it weird because you've never heard their voice, and to be cautious, you communicate with Tommy through his mind, making sure he was alright. You discover him crying and try to reassure him and you become someone he starts to trust and make him feel less alone. Every time I come around, I go try to go to our house, but Tommy always catches me about to go into the woods and questions me.

But everyone in the SMP doesn't know who you are so I always shake off his question. You can't hear me, though, because you go grab something to eat and collect things in order to make weapons and armor so I never see you around. But right now, after Tommy is exiled, you come in. You are not going to stream those interactions, we want fans to be questioning who it is. They'll probably guess it's you, though, under seconds, but just don't stream until you're introduced, okay?"

Amber nodded. "Okay. So far it sounds good."

"We have to create some type of backstory, too," the man had continued, grabbing his plate again. "Wilbur wanted to do it but he had already written half of the plot and you didn't get to have a say in anything, so you're going to help me create the backstory."

"Alright," Amber grinned. "I'm very excited for it. But," Clay stared at her as she furrowed her eyebrows in concern, "I just don't want to make anyone mad because I joined the SMP when I barely know anything."

"Don't worry about them," he tried to reassure her. "If anyone has a problem with you, I'll give them a piece of my mind and shut them up."

Amber chuckled. "I would be scared. You're so intimidating."

"I'm not intimidating," Clay scoffed. She gave him a look and he shrugged. "Maybe a little. But that's just because people like hating on you and I don't like it."

"You're such a nice person, you know that?" She smiled at him before glancing down at her plate, humming. He stared at her and chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.

"I'm nothing compared to you," he said. She looked up at him, chewing her food. "I mean, you're everything. You're-you're perfect."

"Perfect?" Amber asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Even a perfect person has flaws, Clay."

"Do you have flaws?" He asked and she gave him a look that asked him if he was serious. "I tell you mine and you tell me yours?"

"How about we say at the same time?" Amber suggested. Clay nodded and Amber did, too. The two cleared their throats and rolled their chairs in front of each other, eyes making contact.

"1."

"2."

"3."

"I open up way too easily."

"I'm let myself be easily controlled."

The two had unknowingly squinted their eyes, but their eyes opened wide when they heard each others words.

"You, too?" They exclaimed before they realized what they said. "Wait, what?"

"You let yourself be easily controlled?" Clay asked the girl.

"You open up way too easily?" Amber asked him.

"I-yeah, pretty much," Clay nodded, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Amber. "How-how do you let yourself be easily controlled?"

"I open up way too easily," Amber answered as she relaxed on the chair. "My exes all mistreated me because I poured my heart out to them."

Clay stared at her. "Physically and mentally?"

"Yep."

"Hmm," he hummed. "You and me both then."

They stayed quiet and they simply stared at their shoes. Amber furrowed her eyebrows at the way his shoes looked and glanced at his face before staring back down at her own. His cat, Patches, was laying by her foot, nuzzling her ankle. She had reached down and grabbed her, the cat instantly climbing on her lap and laying down.

"She likes you."

Amber smiled and watched as Patches reached out for her hand. Clay watched, mind racing with thoughts about Amber's past relationships. Amber was like that, too, wondering what he had gone through. But even though they had just met a couple weeks ago and he trusted her enough to see his face, today was just a day where they got to enjoy each other and maybe later they'll talk more about their flaws.

"Sapnap just texted me that he's proud of us and to use protection..."

"Block him."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I surprised myself with that
ending oh my god... but I wrote
down all of your ideas and I'm
very, very excited to write
Amber into the SMP 😌

And here in the bottom are
your ideas and my commentary...
this is just how my brain works.
Nice usernames ❤️

Also, give me POC people
for my karl fic 👀