Five Smuppets [Private to the Adults; Unhackable- But also an Unfiltered bit!]]

[plushaeusrumpified]

ok so.
i need help.
oh look bro striders asking for help.
its a sign of the fucking apocalypse or somethin.
whatever shittyass douchebag comment youve got about this you can go shove it up your hairy ass.
because i dont fucking care if you think its funny.
i legit need help so just keep your fucking commentary to yourself for once.
murdoc i am looking right the fuck at you.
go away.
i dont even know why i didnt filter you out of this.
i know youve got shit to say.
and yknow its not like you have anything relevant to add to this anyway.
youre the last person i even want to ask for advice from.
especially on this fucking matter.
anyway.
yeah so here i go.

[Well now that he's about to get to the matter, he feels really hesitant. It's been a while since he's talked about this kind of thing. In fact, he... hasn't really talked about it since it happened. It's just something he's bottled up and tried to forget about. He's tried to ignore the signs that it's still an issue, for himself and for Dirk. But after what happened on the journals with Dirk, he can't keep ignoring that there's a problem. A problem he just doesn't know how to fix at all, because... To be honest, it still hurts him too. Even though he's pretended that it hasn't ever since Dirk moved in.]

so yeah yknow.
my bro died. im sure you all remember that.
theres no need to point out how i fucked up there guys.
i know.
i really do.
so just shut up because im sure youre dying to remind me how much i fucked up there.
dont.
seriously just dont.
anyway. yeah. he died and so im left with a nephew.
a really fucking rad nephew by the way.
hes great.
i really just couldnt even ask for a better nephew.
except i think hes broken.
i mean.
i dont mean that in like a bad way.
i legit mean that i think somethings wrong.
and i dont know how to fix it.
i just think its really getting to him and i dont think he wants to even admit it himself.
i mean im sure if i asked him hed just deny the hell out of it.
because thats what striders do.
and i can admit we can be really fucking annoying like that.
but the thing is even if i did ask him.
i couldnt.
because i dont know how to fucking ask.
i dont know how to deal with this shit you guys.
i dont even know how to deal with his death to be fucking honest.
so how the hell dyou help an 11 year old.
its just really obvious from the way he talks that its there.
right underneath the surface.
i think hes got some resentment or some shit.
maybe even for me because i didnt really talk to my bro all that much.
i just dont know.

so how do i deal with this.
what do i even do.
i never thought id ask for parenting advice but.
well here the fuck i am.

also.
uh.
i know that dave went through a lot last year and i was wondering if there was anything i should do about that too.
like. do i talk to him about it or just.
pretend none of it ever happened. because im sure hed rather just forget about it.
but i dunno i mean that doesnt seem to be helping dirk so i just figured that maybe dave might need to let it out or something too.

anyway yeah.
i need a drink.

[After a few seconds, he adds an unfiltered part as an after thought, because he really just needs to get his mind off of this shit.]

so i hope you little shits all had a fantastic time at the party.
you owe me some fucking lube though.
and condoms.
because seriously who uses a mans condoms.
thats just rude.

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[Murdoc is cringing so much at himself right now. It's not that the words don't warm him or that he finds them untrue. He's just so bad at letting go of the past and old grudges. Strider had said so many stupid things, but Murdoc had too, hadn't he?

He'd insulted his son only to realise how infuriating it is to hear from his own point of view. He'd gotten off to a terrible start as a teacher. The majority of the staff and the students didn't seem to take to him and he'd spent so much time wondering why he'd tried this in the first place.

He can't back down now, though. He won't give up now that he's gotten this far. Something needs to change and he needs to change with it. He can't act like a child forever. If not for the good of the students he's teaching, then for the good of his soon. He will start to take this job seriously.]

If you were curious, when you first started the first thing you requested was a teacher orgy and then you proceeded to imply that I was a crossdresser. So we most certainly got off on the wrong foot.

It is of some comfort to know I'm not the only one who needs to learn to watch what I say. It does make it easier. Now that I know you aren't attacking me. I suppose. Not to imply that we're going to get along swimmingly just because we've exchanged words, of course. But we're professionals.

We can. I would appreciate it if we did.

[If that felt awkward for him to say, he can't help wondering if Strider felt the same way. Perhaps they were more alike in some ways than Murdoc had imagined. In fact, it was almost reflected in their children. Stubborn and proud and just so pathetically bad at dealing with any real emotion. Pushing people away with harsh words and making more enemies than friends. Even if they would never be best friends, it felt good to worry less about how his co-workers felt about him.]

Thank you, Strider.