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[Twister is lurking in the corridors and is in a particularly unpleasant mood today. He recently confronted Roulette in regards to getting his Clive back, only to find that not only did Roulette not have his Clive, but somehow he magically teleported Twister away.

Twister does not like being magically teleported away.

He reasons that it probably had to do with this blasted wish event (an event that he knows is drawing to an end all too soon...), but that doesn't make him feel any better about it.

Come bother him if you're up to feeling the wrath of his bad mood.]

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[Smug cthulu-monster is smug.]

Decided how you plan to use your final wish, Twister?

Hmm?

You think I'm going to use it?

I assumed you'd want to hurt me some more. Or... well, or try to retrieve Petrel, but then he rather proved he doesn't want you.

The best way I can hurt you is-

...Doesn't want me? Petrel has proven nothing of the sort. I have yet to even come in contact with him since he arrived, thanks to Roulette preventing me from doing so.

...hazard a guess as to what Roulette's first wish was.

To prevent me from finding Petrel through some mean or other.

To stop you seeing or hearing Petrel. Regardless of whether or not he was in the room with you.

[Well, fuck.]

Regardless, that has nothing to do with what Petrel wanted.

How do you think you were teleported out?

You would have seen Roulette make a wish.

Petrel wouldn't want me to leave. He's want me to help him. And he wouldn't have even known about the wish event-

[...until I'd mentioned it right in front of him.]

That... doesn't make any sense.

Unless, of course, he prefers Roulette~?

Why would he prefer someone who tortures him and clearly just uses him as a mean to get back at me?

Well, you have to admit... Tyrannus did arrive with a rather more affectionate - in his own way - view of Laytons than Petrel did. And the difference is, I imagine, between yourself and Roulette rather than Tyrannus and Petrel.

I'm the nice Prime Minister Layton. No one prefers Roulette over me.

I prefer Roulette, at the present time.

Yes, he did mention that. Which is why I find it hard to believe that you might not just be fabricating this to mess with me on his behalf.

If you can prove to me that Petrel chose Roulette over me, then do so.

You could ensure that I can't lie to you.

And waste my final wish? No thank you.

If you want me to believe you that badly, you'd use your god-like powers to prove it to me. If you can't do that, then I won't believe you and be on my way.

But seeing as you want to break me so badly, I feel that if there is at all any proof behind this that you would show it to me.

Come here, then. I'll show you it as it happened.

Very well.

[He steps over to Peacock, still not entirely sure if he can even trust what Cthulhu shows him.]

[It presses its fingers to his forehead. Have the part of that thread you didn't witness forcibly inserted into your mind, Twister.]

[Bloody hell don't do tha- ...oh.

Oh.

No.

But yes, that is definitely something that Petrel would do. That is a conclusion Twister could see that blind, impulsive idiot coming to.

There's no doubt on Twister's face that he believe what you're showing him, Peacock.]

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[It steps back, one eyebrow raised.]

Well?

...

[A moment, please.]

[Yyyyyyyeah... no.]

Twister.

[And there's a warning clenching feeling around his neck to accompany that.]

...Well done...

[Well, that sounds positive.]

Go on.

[Abruptly, he claps his hands onto Peacock's shoulder, smiling warmly across into his face.]

No, really, well done.

Here I thought that I could get one over on you and make you suffer. But no, you put me right in my place.

Who was I to think that I could outsmart the hell beast that is this place?

You saw us as ants, I know that much; but I thought that maybe I could show you just how irritating ants could be when the farm smashed and they were left to run all over the floor. It was never like that, though. What a most... human was to have even considered it at all. We were never ants in a farm in some kid's bedroom - the whole universe was always the farm. If we broke it, we'd just be breaking into a bigger farm.

Thank you for showing me that.

Thank you for completely breaking me and putting me back in my place.

I daresay I could kiss you, but that would probably just result in you slapping me across the walls a few more times. And I don't want that.

[He takes his hands of Peacock's shoulders.]

Now if you excuse me, I must go mourn my last chance of happiness elsewhere.

[That draws a giggle out of Peacock - were it anyone else, it'd be a startled laugh. Even with its ability to predict this, the laugh still sounds like it's been startled out of it.

Because oh, Twister, you don't even know how prettily broken you look to something with eyes like Peacock's.

Its delighted grin practically splits its face as it watches him, bouncing on the balls of its feet a little.]

Oh, finally! I knew it was coming but there's something just a little unpredictable about how it'll look up close and oh, you're nothing like Tyrannus or Petrel were!

[A tilt of its head, that grin stretching wider.]

Should I break Hendel, too? She's so close and I think she'd be just as pretty.

I'm sure Hendel, with her superior intelligence, would be but even more beautiful than I to break.

Now, good day, fine sir.

[He turns on his heels and begins to march away.]

[Meet the wall, Twister.

Peacock isn't done with you.]

Do you think she'd come after you again? You'd be broken together and it would refract the light so prettily. I want to see that.

[Hello wall, it's been a few days.]

I'm sure that you can tell me exactly how each of us would react, seeing as you already know everything and have seen every possible outcome.

Ahh, but... the breaking. It's hard to judge the breaking. It's always unique and it's... a surprise.

No wonder that's the only part of the process you truly devote your attention to.

But seriously, can you tell me when we're done here? Because I would very much like to go and decide upon exactly how I'm going to lose my mind.

[Its expression twists, and it throws Twister into the ceiling.]

Don't test me.

[Ceiling, you are a fond friend that I have missed. A lot less cats up here than I was told about, too.]

I'm not testing you. How could I test you when you already know my every decision inside out?

I will of course bounce words off you until you decide that you don't wish to do so anymore, but I really would like to be getting on. The loss of one's sanity is a rather pressing matter, after all.

Well. How about a detour through the white room, Twister?

Though I'm afraid it'll be without the usual company, considering.

Take me wherever you feel would provide you with the most entertaining reaction, good sir.

[Why'd you have to go and be boring with it?

It throws Twister against the ceiling again, and then flings him down the corridor. Well. It's... probably permission to leave, at least.]

[Twister takes it as such, saluting Peacock before striding off down the corridor whistling a merry tune.

He could have at least had the decency to limp.]

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