[VOICE] - April 24th - Midday

[driftsintobuffetline]

ALRIGHT, YOU MOTHERFUCKING PORTER--TWO WEEKS. I AM GONE TWO [A strained pause, as if he's trying not to drop another MFing F bomb here] ...WEEKS! AND YOU PULL THIS SHIT! I AM GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU MYSELF. I AM GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU--AND THEN SMASH INTO MICROSCOPIC...PARTICLES EVERY LAST DAMN PIECE OF YOU!!

WHERE THE HELL IS HE?

[He's on the verge of hyperventilating.  The next few lines are pitched gradually higher, bordering on hysterics, shriller even than Newt's usual.]

I WILL KAIJU RAMPAGE ALL UP AND DOWN THIS GODDAMN PATHETIC CITY UNTIL I FIND HIM. WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SOME SERIOUS GODZILLA SHIT GOING ON HERE--

TEAR THIS PLACE APART--

YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET--

[The sound of a piano, as if someone put a hand down on the keyboard.  Not with force; more as if to steady himself on his way to taking a seat.  The struck keys fade into silence.  Stillness.  Emptiness.  Loneliness.  Like a one-sided Drift.]

Comments

[Voice]

[caduceusvalkyrie]

Oh Newt, I'm so sorry that you had to come back to this.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I'm realizing that all in all, it could have been worse though. At least...he's still here? I'm counting that as a minor win.

[caduceusvalkyrie]

That's good. It is a win.

I don't condone what he did, but it could have been worse on that front. I hope you get to see him soon. If you need anything, any kind of help, I'm here for you, okay?