The Human Game: A Shrine for a Fake God

WARNING FOR WRITING/FLASHING IMAGES SUGGESTING PHYSICAL ABUSE

> "...It sure sounds like I hit a nerve."



You don’t want to talk about this. Cancel is trying to get you angry, he has to be, and you need to change the subject, and you need to change the subject NOW.

ABIGAIL: …Y-you sound upset.
CANCEL: Excuse me?
ABIGAIL: Did I do something that made you upset? Did I…did I hit a nerve?

And suddenly, without warning, your hand gets jerked forward – you let out a slight yelp of pain. The terrible voice is closer now, and it’s so strange, because for a moment, it feels like something is pressing a finger into your mind, not unlike when you feel there’s a ghost around. But this time, it’s not a voice that comes to you, but a series of images and sound and feeling that briefly overwhelm you. A choked gasp comes from the back of your throat.

Somebody strangling another, laughing, the sudden feeling of metal fingers curling so hard around your neck, a hissed set of words, I LOVE YOU MY CHILD MY CHILD BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE IN THIS WRETCHED WORLD WILL EVER LOVE YOU-

The image in your head is displaced by the sharpness of Cancel’s voice. The scene is gone.

CANCEL: Hit a “nerve”?
CANCEL: Oh, dear Ms. Faust, with words upon words that simply aren’t true!
CANCEL: That’s rather part of your greatest skill, isn’t it?
CANCEL: What are you trying to do here? Trying to shift the topic of discussion onto me, hm?
CANCEL: You lie. You lie to yourself. You lie to your family, and pretend you love them.
CANCEL: No one is ever the wiser to the fact that such a nice young girl thinks such perfectly ugly thoughts.
CANCEL: You know, I know both of my children loathe me entirely, and have said as much to me several times.
CANCEL: But you? You’ve hidden behind so many lies that I think that even you’ve fooled yourself into thinking you’re a person with a heart of gold!
ABIGAIL: Be quiet! Be quiet, just…s-stop!
ABIGAIL: Why do you even care about this, just STOP!
CANCEL: Why don’t YOU care about this?

CANCEL: The dear Ms. Faust! The preeminent spirit medium of her generation!
CANCEL: The pretty princess in blue up in her dazzling glass cage, but so loathing to even allow others to look at her!
CANCEL: Your heart’s so tainted that it’s a wonder that you haven’t let your little mask slip yet, haha…
CANCEL: Have you even given a thought as to what you’ve become?
ABIGAIL: Stop, just stop…
CANCEL: Oh, what am I doing now? Making you upset?
CANCEL: I care little about your feelings, Ms. Faust.
CANCEL:I am here only to give you a truth.
CANCEL: And the irony is, I’m giving a truth to a child who simply refuses to tell the truth to everyone around her.

>Even if I don't seem like it, I care for them because they've been in my life for so long



You’ve had enough.

You don’t care anymore. You raise your voice, trying to jerk your hand back out of the robot’s grip. You feel like you've never been this mad before.

ABIGAIL: You don’t know anything!
ABIGAIL: You don’t know a SINGLE thing!
ABIGAIL: All you’re doing is just saying things to get me upset!
ABIGAIL: You just want to feel good about yourself, is that it?
ABIGAIL: You think you’re the best while you go and judge others when…when YOU’RE the worst!!
ABIGAIL: You don’t even have any proof of what you’re saying, do you?
ABIGAIL: So WHAT if I care about Seth?
ABIGAIL: He got turned into a monster! And maybe my parents are okay, okay?!
ABIGAIL: And just because I don’t ask about my parents doesn’t mean I don’t care about them!
ABIGAIL: They’ve done so much for me and YOU don’t even know it!
ABIGAIL: You…you’re just saying things because you CAN!!

Cancel is oddly silent in response to your yelling. Perhaps he hadn’t been expecting it. You don’t care at all.

God, you’d wish he’d die.

ABIGAIL: …And you know what? Your children are right to hate you!
CANCEL: …
ABIGAIL: I’d never want you as a parent!! Never ever!!!
ABIGAIL: You’re a MONSTER! You’re the worst!!

He suddenly speaks up to interrupt you. You swear you can almost hear him smiling.

CANCEL: Feeling better, Ms. Faust?
CANCEL: Did that little tirade do you any good?
CANCEL: Made you feel mighty? Because I’ll admit, all I saw was a small child having a temper tantrum.
ABIGAIL: : …
ABIGAIL: I hate you.
CANCEL: Do you hate me, or are you simply shooting the messenger that has been telling you what you knew all along?
CANCEL: I do think it’s more of the latter. But what do I know?
CANCEL: Do you really think that such words would even faze me?
ABIGAIL: I hate you.
CANCEL: Calm down. Hush hush, now.
CANCEL: I need to tell you a truth, and being this illogical and irrational simply won’t do.

You can already feel tears welling up in your eyes. It’s like a wave of emotion that you’ve been holding back is just overflowing in you, spilling out in the form of sobs and tears.

ABIGAIL: Why did you do this to us…what did we ever do to you?
CANCEL: Oh, the common, eternal question I’ve heard a million times…
CANCEL: Though actually, now I’m curious.
CANCEL: Why DO you think I’m doing all of this to you, hm?
CANCEL: Judge me. Make your opinions. Try to cast me in a role in your stories.
CANCEL: Tell me…what do you think my purpose is, in all of this?

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Spoiler
[abigail voice] well maybe your purpose is you being a HUGE DICK

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