[Trying to make an omelet. . . ugh, this is tough!]

' Claus. . . ' [It almost made him want to explode. He wanted to scream and shout, shake his twin viciously.] 'You're not pathetic. You have somehow been given... another existence. Twice. Sure, it's not the same as the last few, but life is what you make it into. That's what Mom always told us.'

??? 'Rub what in, T...that you're-- I thought you were-- a zombie. Here to hurt us because of what happened????' [He stumbles over his own shaking hands, his face looks... genuinely upset.] 'You're-- alive again, then. Is that what you're telling me?'

'Hi. You're... still here, huh. I mean... I thought the dead had to move on after they got closure?' [OUCH. Unintentionally RANCID, Lucas.]

. . . [Grabbing a nearby stick. Poke poke poke. It almost makes him wretch when he realizes this is a solid form, not a ghost. Ohhh, that makes shit weird.]

(( JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IM GONNA GET CONNIPTIONS

'Claus is...here.' [His fingers clad in bandaids falter, and reality seems to shift and pause. His beloved twin brother. He can't even bring himself to cry, even when seeing @tazmillytwin.bsky.social.]

[Awkwardly wringing his wrists. Ugh.]

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Everyone's waiting for you. Everyone's waiting to throw rocks at you, spit in your eyes, and make your life hell. Who's everyone? Everyone you love. ♡ lit lucas, mother 3. ♡headcanon heavy. ♡mv / rare ships with chem. ♡sfw only, muse is a minor (16) ♡scribbled by shiloh / g. #MOTHERRP // #MVRP