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[Video] An accidental, personal rant

[warning: threads could potentially contain manipulation, emotional abuse, violence]

[In complete rejection of the vulnerability within himself - the sadness and weakness that he felt his unwanted shadow version had projected - Beck has become more unstable, spurred on by the feeling of lacking control. He's been working with his tech and while frantically pushing buttons, he's accidentally switched on to broadcast.]

Okay, let's do this one more time...

[He's speaking to the side, at something not seen by the camera. His voice is tense.]

It isn't enough that you made me feel like I was this small.

[His fingers close down to nothingness.]

No, not even that small. That I didn't exist.

Or that it felt like I was dead and gone and still should only be spoken about as a waste of space.

No. No, no no...

[He shakes his head, grimacing and the tension is starting to boil up and over.]

No, now you have to bring that into it--

[He points at something again out of camera range.]

Something that really, really shouldn't exist. I'm past that. I'm better than that. Despite your best efforts to keep me invisible, I'm not. People see me. People know who I am, for better or... for worse.

[He clenches his jaw at those words, fists forming at his sides.]

I'm noticed. That's what's important here.

Right? Right?

[His voice is rising, passionately angry.]

I am a known entity. I am Mysterio!

[He makes a grand sweeping gesture and his formerly regular clothing instantly transforms and reveals he's actually wearing his flashy hero suit.]

This is who I am now. It's who I'm meant to be - and you are not going to stop me. Not by your words. Not by your memory. Nothing you can do can stop me.

[He's glaring angrily past the camera then he raises his hands, green energy forming around them. His voice is quieter but now deadly.]

I should have killed you in more than just a story.

[And he lets the energy flash across the room in a bright, destructive blast. The shock of it is enough to jar the device and cut off the feed.]

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And haven't I already struggled enough?

I've worked so hard to get where I am, only for this world to immediately tear it apart.

Every step I take seems to further ruin my reputation and it's not that I haven't tried, David. I have.

[He's rambling more.]

You want struggle? I had a classmate drown. Which was bad because his mutation made him water. When we lost our powers, he lost them while in the pool. He couldn't SWIM. He drowned alone and afraid. You want struggle? I can't eat barbeque because it smells like cooking human flesh, a scent I know because a busload of my classmates got blown up. You want pain? One of my best friends was killed by a sniper round through her head. I never got to say goodbye. Her mother slapped me when I tried to express grief. And I see her every fucking book club meeting because she's here and alive and better off without me and our world.

Yes, you've struggled, but you don't have it the worst. The world here isn't trying to tear you apart. It's given you EVERYTHING to succeed. You want to be torn apart? How about going home briefly and coming back here and now everything you touch screams its life story at you. I don't need to know every ache and pain of an office chair. I can't handle my clothes touching my skin because I know every stitch and every time they were washed and which ones I haven't worn as often because I know every day they have existed.

The fact that you don't improve is your own fault. The world is falling apart and you're playing with your tech rather than trying to help people. There are ZOMBIES. You can FLY ABOVE FUCKING ZOMBIES and shoot them with your energy blasts. And you're in your damn apartment while people are suffering in agony. The man I care for nearly got consumed by the infection. My best friend had to AMPUTATE the man's arm and was comatose for house after regrowing it. And you could prevent things like that.

Stop talking about your reputation being ruined and go out there and BE A HERO. Fuck if you can't step away from the suit because it is who you ARE, then fucking USE IT. Stop making a narrative in your brain, and go out there and WIN ONE. Because some of us can't do anything, and we need those of you that can. The WORLD needs you to do this.

This is not a competition, David. It's very unprofessional of you to even make comparisons.

You don't know all I've gone through and hey, I have been out there. I stopped a fiery elemental archangel from terrorising the public. Unless you're spying on my every move then give me some benefit of the doubt that I've been out there helping as much as you have.

[That is all he's done, prior to the shadows, but of course he won't admit that. For the most part, he has indeed been holed up in his apartment, dealing with his own personal issues and ignoring the rest of the chaos outside.]

Quentin, I am watching EVERYONE. My job with all of this is coordinating efforts.

How are you watching everyone?

You notice how civilians are dumb fuckers that stand out in the street and record shit with their phones? They post that online.

I'm a tech god, Beck. In ways you can't even begin to imagine.

Tech god. That's some declaration.

Yeah and I stand by it. Don't question me. If you're staying in the suit, go out and fight Zombies. I expect pictures of you on the news.

Zombies... Aren't there enough heroes here to handle that sort of thing?

Ones that can stay safely out of danger and still attack? No, Beck. Not a lot.

Fine. I'll take a flight out later.

[Maybe he will. Maybe he won't. He hasn't decided for sure yet.]

That's your options here. Do that, or put your suit and device in the closet, put a webcam on it, and give me the feed. I'll make sure you take a damn night off.

So I either take a break or I go out and fight zombies.

Those are very odd options.

Either stop wallowing in your tech when all it does is hurt you, or use it to save the fucking day. Either way sticks it to your father.

... I'll consider your advice.

This is all on you, Beck. I'm watching.

You know that's creepy, right?

How else am I supposed to know if you've chosen to take therapy serious or not?

I don't like the idea of being watched when I'm in private.

[Only when he puts on his own very controlled and choreographed show.]

I can't trust your word.

And knowing what I can do, you'll trust your eyesight?

Knowing what you can do, I trust my own tech and it's ability to analyze data.

What exactly have you got set up?

Nothing in your home. The rest is unimportant.

That's... reassuring?

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