Years ago.
The Collective Subconscious.
Red Zone.
"Welcome To Our Humble Abode, Dearest Friend. Pray Do Tell, What Is Your Name?"
"Uh hey, name... I don't--what do you mean? My color is blue. Light blue."
"Ah Indeed It Is. You Are The Sad Boy. I Can See It In Your Eyes."
"Uh, excuse me... "sad boy," I'm sorry...and you are?"
"Names Are For Friends. Tell Me, Blue, Are You Going To Be My Friend?"
"Well, no offense...but you are being an asshole. So no, I don't think I will."
"Ooh, A Little Bit Of Fight In You--I Like That."
"Hey, Mister Truth! Did you see who's here? Ooh, I see you two have met!"
"Hey, it's you again. Yellow. Light Yellow, if I remember correctly."
"Child. What Did I Tell You...Do Not Come Back Until You've Gone To The Cave."
"Oh but Mister Truth, I did! I didn't find anyone there..."
"Mister Truth? Bahaha. Okay.. What kind of name is that?"
"My Color Is Blood Red; And I Already Told You...Names Are For Friends."
"Right..."
"Oooh, ooh, does that mean that you're going to be our friend?? Please Mister.. Uh what do I call you?"
"Blue. You can call me Blue."
"That's not a name, silly goose. That's your color. We need a name for you."
"Well... Francisco is already taken. I can't think of anything."
"The Host Isn't The Only One Allowed To Name Us. How About 'Cisco' For Short? I Believe 'Cisco' Works Just Fine. It Even Sounds A Hell Of A Lot Cooler. Cool Blue. Ha Ha Ha!"
"Man, who asked you? Seriously, do you ever shut up?"
"Oooh, I like that one, Mister Truth! That's a cool one! Wish that was mine..."
"Light Yellow, There Is Nothing Wrong With Your Name. It Fits You Just Fine, But Do Not Worry... We Can Come Up With A Better One."
The Collective Subconscious.
Red Zone.
"Welcome To Our Humble Abode, Dearest Friend. Pray Do Tell, What Is Your Name?"
"Uh hey, name... I don't--what do you mean? My color is blue. Light blue."
"Ah Indeed It Is. You Are The Sad Boy. I Can See It In Your Eyes."
"Uh, excuse me... "sad boy," I'm sorry...and you are?"
"Names Are For Friends. Tell Me, Blue, Are You Going To Be My Friend?"
"Well, no offense...but you are being an asshole. So no, I don't think I will."
"Ooh, A Little Bit Of Fight In You--I Like That."
"Hey, Mister Truth! Did you see who's here? Ooh, I see you two have met!"
"Hey, it's you again. Yellow. Light Yellow, if I remember correctly."
"Child. What Did I Tell You...Do Not Come Back Until You've Gone To The Cave."
"Oh but Mister Truth, I did! I didn't find anyone there..."
"Mister Truth? Bahaha. Okay.. What kind of name is that?"
"My Color Is Blood Red; And I Already Told You...Names Are For Friends."
"Right..."
"Oooh, ooh, does that mean that you're going to be our friend?? Please Mister.. Uh what do I call you?"
"Blue. You can call me Blue."
"That's not a name, silly goose. That's your color. We need a name for you."
"Well... Francisco is already taken. I can't think of anything."
"The Host Isn't The Only One Allowed To Name Us. How About 'Cisco' For Short? I Believe 'Cisco' Works Just Fine. It Even Sounds A Hell Of A Lot Cooler. Cool Blue. Ha Ha Ha!"
"Man, who asked you? Seriously, do you ever shut up?"
"Oooh, I like that one, Mister Truth! That's a cool one! Wish that was mine..."
"Light Yellow, There Is Nothing Wrong With Your Name. It Fits You Just Fine, But Do Not Worry... We Can Come Up With A Better One."
Years Ago, But Later Than Before.
The Collective Subconscious.
Truth's Bar.
"Would you stop that! Jeezus, man, why do you have to keep doing that..."
"Please Refrain From Ordering Me. You Know Better, Z."
"Let her be, okay, clearly it ain't worth it."
"Always Thinking So Low Of Yourself. Such A Pathetic Cockroach You Are. Have I Not Taught You Anything?"
"You creep motherfucker. I wish I had never met you at all."
"Tsk, Tsk, But Then You Would Be Alone Like Before. Alone. Suffering; Because That Is All You Are. Suffering Little Pest. Annoying Me. Grow A Pair. If It Wasn't For Me, You'd Be Nobody. Look Where We Are."
"You are an asshole, Truth."
"That Isn't What Happy Thinks. Remember, Remember, We Are In This Forever, Together."
"Stay away from her, you sick fuck!"
The Collective Subconscious.
Truth's Bar.
"Would you stop that! Jeezus, man, why do you have to keep doing that..."
"Please Refrain From Ordering Me. You Know Better, Z."
"Let her be, okay, clearly it ain't worth it."
"Always Thinking So Low Of Yourself. Such A Pathetic Cockroach You Are. Have I Not Taught You Anything?"
"You creep motherfucker. I wish I had never met you at all."
"Tsk, Tsk, But Then You Would Be Alone Like Before. Alone. Suffering; Because That Is All You Are. Suffering Little Pest. Annoying Me. Grow A Pair. If It Wasn't For Me, You'd Be Nobody. Look Where We Are."
"You are an asshole, Truth."
"That Isn't What Happy Thinks. Remember, Remember, We Are In This Forever, Together."
"Stay away from her, you sick fuck!"
"Flash Forward And Soon You'll See.
Why Oh Why, True Red Was Better Than Me." - False Red.
Years Ago Then Later Than Before But Later Than Now Written Before.
The Collective Subconscious.
Doc's Office.
"Here we meet again, Patient #2. It deeply saddens me; I was aware of your improvement just last week."
"Listen, Doc, Let's Cut The Crap. I Feel Fine. I Am Perfection. I Do Not Need To Be Here."
*Speaking into recorder*
"Patient #2 neglects guilt for his actions."
"Listen... Can You Not. Alright, What Does That Do For You, Anyway? You Enjoy Hearing Little Playbacks Of Us? Maybe You Should Get A Check Up, Doc. Ha Ha Ha."
*Speaking into record"
"Patient #2 uses humor to avoid serious inquiries about his mental condition."
"Alright, Alright. I'll Bite. What Is The Problem Now... Please, Enlighten Me, Oh Wise One."
"You enjoy causing pain on Patient #5, and you abuse him to the point he is getting used to the abuse. You have no regard for his feelings, let alone for what you are causing on his own psyche."
"Z? Doc, We Are Best Friends. Besides, Life Is Pain, Doc. You Either Man Up And Take It, Or You Stay Down Like The Cockroaches And Die Off. I Am Simply Making Him Stronger. Building Zisco Up To Be A God. Like Me."
"Life is more than just pain, Patient #2. Life... It isn't just about the suffering."
"Indeed, I Agree, But Then That Is What Z Is, Doc. Z Is Suffering. He Was Built For It. To *Be* It. It Is Why I Chose Him."
"Patient #2, you cannot continue this kind of behavior. You need to acknowledge--no, you need to put yourself in Patient #5's shoes."
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, Why Would I Do That For? My Shoes Fit Just Fine, Doc."
Why Oh Why, True Red Was Better Than Me." - False Red.
Years Ago Then Later Than Before But Later Than Now Written Before.
The Collective Subconscious.
Doc's Office.
"Here we meet again, Patient #2. It deeply saddens me; I was aware of your improvement just last week."
"Listen, Doc, Let's Cut The Crap. I Feel Fine. I Am Perfection. I Do Not Need To Be Here."
*Speaking into recorder*
"Patient #2 neglects guilt for his actions."
"Listen... Can You Not. Alright, What Does That Do For You, Anyway? You Enjoy Hearing Little Playbacks Of Us? Maybe You Should Get A Check Up, Doc. Ha Ha Ha."
*Speaking into record"
"Patient #2 uses humor to avoid serious inquiries about his mental condition."
"Alright, Alright. I'll Bite. What Is The Problem Now... Please, Enlighten Me, Oh Wise One."
"You enjoy causing pain on Patient #5, and you abuse him to the point he is getting used to the abuse. You have no regard for his feelings, let alone for what you are causing on his own psyche."
"Z? Doc, We Are Best Friends. Besides, Life Is Pain, Doc. You Either Man Up And Take It, Or You Stay Down Like The Cockroaches And Die Off. I Am Simply Making Him Stronger. Building Zisco Up To Be A God. Like Me."
"Life is more than just pain, Patient #2. Life... It isn't just about the suffering."
"Indeed, I Agree, But Then That Is What Z Is, Doc. Z Is Suffering. He Was Built For It. To *Be* It. It Is Why I Chose Him."
"Patient #2, you cannot continue this kind of behavior. You need to acknowledge--no, you need to put yourself in Patient #5's shoes."
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, Why Would I Do That For? My Shoes Fit Just Fine, Doc."
Sometime In The Future, But Close To The Present But Not So Far Away In The Past.
The Collective Subconscious.
Z's Room.
"Quit Whining. Move On. Let's Go, We Got Things To Do."
"Can you maybe pretend to give a shit about what is going on for a change?"
"You Told Her You'd Wait, She Didn't. Case Closed, Z. Let Little Devil Go. Move On. Quit Being A Debbie Downer."
"You asshole."
"Come On, Partner. Let's Go Paint The Town Red, Blood Red Like We Used To! What's Stopping You?"
"You are, you dick. You always stop me."
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Only Because You Enjoy It."
The Collective Subconscious.
Z's Room.
"Quit Whining. Move On. Let's Go, We Got Things To Do."
"Can you maybe pretend to give a shit about what is going on for a change?"
"You Told Her You'd Wait, She Didn't. Case Closed, Z. Let Little Devil Go. Move On. Quit Being A Debbie Downer."
"You asshole."
"Come On, Partner. Let's Go Paint The Town Red, Blood Red Like We Used To! What's Stopping You?"
"You are, you dick. You always stop me."
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Only Because You Enjoy It."
Now Closer To The Present But Not Quite There Yet.
The Collective Subconscious.
Fran's Childhood Home.
"So...we agree, don't we?"
"I don't have any objections."
"All in favor, say yes and raise your index finger."
*Three for three*
"Alright then; you know what you need to do."
"Oh.. indeed I do. Hehehehe."
The Collective Subconscious.
Fran's Childhood Home.
"So...we agree, don't we?"
"I don't have any objections."
"All in favor, say yes and raise your index finger."
*Three for three*
"Alright then; you know what you need to do."
"Oh.. indeed I do. Hehehehe."
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