It's been a long time since I've been writing here, and the last Robes chapter was on my birthday in July- but yeah, I think my writing's gotten better, so here you go-

"Uh- hello?"

Stress turned around from her seat. "One moment, we're kind of busy right now!"

She opened the door to a short man, smiling brightly. "Is Mister Scar here?"

"Yeah, come on inside!" The shorter brunette laughed, fiddling with her flower crown in her hands.

"Oh, Uh thank you-" he gasped. "Stress, this place is amazing!" He laughed, looking around the room- little strings of fairy lights strung across the ceiling, paper flowers taped in patterns across the walls. A few picture frames held some messy drawings, and one wall was dedicated to pictures of Stress and many other people, including animals, robots, and landscapes.

"Aww Bdubs, it isn't much! We're just being stupid is all." Stress blushed. "Do you wanna play with us?"

Bdubs looked around the large room. "Uh- what are you guys doing?"

"Dressing up Jellie," Scar's head peeked over a large couch in the back, holding Jellie over his head. The small cat was in a bright purple princess dress and a little plastic crown strapped to her head with a thin string.

Bdubs laughed, walking over to him. "Scar, what the heck is this?"

Stress closed the front door, running over to sit next to Scar. "Me and Scar here have just been having a fun day together every week or every other week for a few months."

"Scarrr! Why didn't you tell me about this? What have you guys been doing?" Bdubs threw himself into a soft chair across from the two, giggling lightly.

"Uh- drawing, writing, scrapbooking, cooking, dressing up Jellie? Stuff like that to take me off my nerves from... things." Scar sighed, pointing to a small bookshelf stuffed with photo albums, little books with names scribbled on the spines, along with many other papers and trinkets.

The dark brunette looked behind himself to look at the small bookshelf before back at the two. "What nerv- wait."

The tanned man looked his friend up and down. Old ConCorp t-shirt, plain shorts, blue socks... "What's happened to you!?"

The taller looked down at himself, looking up with a face of confusion. "What?"

"Look at yourself!" Bdubs cried, walking up to his friend. "You're all scratched up, what's happened to you!?"

Scar's eyes grew wide, looking down at himself. "Oh- Uh-"

"Scar? Did something go wrong? People only get a scar every 50 deaths or so." Bdubs lifted his shirt up slightly to show off 3 faint scars across his stomach. "But you..."

"No, it's one every 20 deaths!" Stress lifted her sleeve to show a small scattering  of lightly prominent scars laying just under her shoulder.

Scar looked down at himself, setting Jellie down on the ground next to his feet."What? But I thought- Stress, you never told me it was every 20 deaths! I thought people just have lots of scars that they never show, maybe a bit smaller, but never like that!"

"Scar, I only thought it was a small glitch-"

"Oh, and what about you!?  Every twenty!? What's wrong with you, then!?" Bdubs snapped, stomping closer to the short woman.

"Don't you dare say that, you little brat!"

Bang

"Ow! Stress, what the hell!?" Bdubs stumbled back, holding his nose. "It's not my fault you were made wrong!"

Bang

"Stop it!"

Stress paused, glancing over to Scar with wide eyes. "Don't tell-"

"OH, I WILL!"  Bdubs screamed. "I'll tell Doc all  about the shit you've done! This will not fucking slide! X- I'll report you to him!" 

He turned to Scar, lowering his hands from his face. Crimson blood was dripping quickly from his nose, a large bruise growing around his left eye. "I'll get Joe and we're going to fucking leave."

Scar choked on his breath. "What!? Bdubs, I-"

"YEAH!" Bdubs yelled. "ME AND JOE ARE GOING TO FUCKING LEAVE YOUR LITTLE GROUP! JOINING THE RESISTANCE, WHY NOT!?"

"Bdubs, please listen-"

"NO! WHY NOT YOU AND YOUR FAVORITE LITTLE CUB LEAD EVERYTHING!?"

"Bdubs, please, I need to to listen-"

"NO! SHUT UP, SCAR! I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU ANYMORE!" Bdubs stormed across the room, slamming the door loudly behind him.

The room was filled with a chilling near-silence. A small fan on a far away sidetable whirred quietly, making the little magenta paper flowers next to it flutter against the pale walls. A few rockets could be heard faintly from outside, and Jellie's paws as she slowly stepped to the small kitchen area, her cat food clattering around in her bowl. The near- silence stayed there for a whole minute, maybe two, ambedo taking up their brains as the pair silently letting  what had just happened set in.

A small, choked sob broke the silence.

"Scar, I'm so sorry-"

The other didn't look up from his legs, letting a few tears fly down his cheeks.

"I'm so, so sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I was letting my anger get to me again." Stress muttered, sitting next to Scar on the couch and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 

The taller nodded, turning to Stress. "P-Please don't do i-it again."

Stress nodded quickly, pulling Scar into a tighter hug. He quietly put his arms around her back, pressing his face against her right shoulder. "I can't reverse time, but I can make you feel at least a bit better."

The taller sighed, leaning into the other's touch. "Mhm."

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"H-Hey, you awake?" Stress sighed, looking down at her friend. It had been a few hours since Bdubs had left, and the woman had let Scar go to sleep on her coral-colored sofa.

"Hmm?" The brunette turned over, looking up at his friend. "Y-Yeah, I'm awake."

Stress leaned in to hug him tightly before pulling away. "I've made dinner. Jellie's been exploring upstairs."

"Mm- okay," Scar smiled lightly, slowly getting up from the couch. "So what did you make?"

"Just some rabbit soup and a few cookies. Not too much," the shorter hugged him again, pointing towards the small dinner table. "If it's okay, I was thinking it could be only us tonight, no visitors?"

"Uhm, sure," Scar smiled sadly at his friend. "Let's eat, then?"

"Of course!" Stress smiled, going over to the kitchen corner to grab two plates and a cup of cutlery, putting them in their places on the warped wooden table. "I made quite a bit of soup, I can give some out an' will still have extras for tomorrow. Here, lemme-"

Knock-knock

Scar sighed. "I'll answer it."

The man stepped over to the door, opening it to a familiar figure.

"Hallo!"

"ISK, IS THAT YOU?" Stress called, laughing from the kitchen area.

"Yes! I just wanted to check in with you dudes," the person laughed, waving at Scar. "May I come in?"

"Of course, we were just about to have some dinner." The brunette yawned, stepping over to let them in.

The Swede grinned loudly, walking in quickly. "So uh... what're you cooking?"

"Some soup? I'm already done, uhm-"

"Cool! We should eat then, right? Since you're done with it?" The brunette scratched their beard, eye switching between the other two.

"Uhm... sure?" Scar furrowed his eyebrows at the person, glancing towards Stress.

Stress stayed silent for a moment, tilting her head a bit. "Isk, what do you wanna say? You're acting weird."

"Nothing. Let's just eat."

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(1,247 words)

Sorry for the sudden ending- this has been in my drafts for a really long time, and I just want to get it published

You can see how I just lost motivation by Isk's part, I'm sorry-

Also, publishing some big boy angst in a few minutes, I just finished it too