Quentin Beck | Mysterio (
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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.]
[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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My mother died long ago, when I was a baby. I never knew her.
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i had one of those 2. i mean not a dead mom tho i gues swho the fuck knows by now
but dad was a good ol fashion piece of shit.
was urs shit and rich or shit and poor?
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sometimes people use taht as an excuse
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He'd often tell my mother so. Which doesn't make any sense, right? Speaking about their son as if he wasn't right in front of him to somebody long dead... How would you feel if your father spoke more to your deceased mother more than he acknowledged your existence?
[Which might give some insight why he seeks so much attention from others now.]
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but mysterio is quite the media presence.]
it don't make any sense.
he sounds like he wuz kind of crazy, though. i mean like, bro probably needed some therapy. not like tahts an excuse but i mean that could be some straight up delusional shit
if u was in therapy, theyd probably tell oyu you could think about it that way
might help you forgive him
[kavinsky is not personally a great fan of forgiveness. but it's an interesting concept to talk to, with crazed men with daddy issues on the internet.]
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And unfortunately, even a catastrophic event that played like a game of chance on who lived and who died and killed half the universe saw fit to keep him alive. It's like fate was mocking me, even decades later.
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sometimes people ahve told me that giving a shit just lets em win
u know, the opposite fo love aint hate but indifference, blah blah blah
i dont really buy it, personaly
i get u. id pnch him in the dick if i was u, and got the chance
how did oyu kill him here
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My power... This energy... It obliterates living things.
[He looks fiendishly pleased about that.]
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thats pretty good.
did he feel it, or was it over quick
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If he were real? I could lessen the damage... Make it last. Or I could mercifully make it quick. That's within my control.
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it wuz one of those shadow things right
[yuck. kavinsky had one of those he had to go kill, for himself.]
did urs vanish too
fast
like oyu didnt even have time to savor it
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u made oyur dad? wit technology?
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It can be used for therapy, of a sort. You can see what happened and examine it. You can work through any issues and come to terms with what happened or confront it.
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taht actually works?
[he'll have his freaky spirity version of that for himself later, but it's an odd thing to contemplate now.]
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that souns awesoem.
does digging shit up always help or
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Not always, but it does help some people to directly confront their issues.
[It actually hasn't been helping him much.]
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if oyure down to loan it
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thx.