derailing | Little boy blue and the man in the moon

Little boy blue and the man in the moon

[It's not unusual for Monobear to appear in the main control room in one of his physical bodies, a ball of yarn cupped in his hands. He speaks in Kalosian when he addresses the man seated at the wall of screens.]

...I think this week's going well, don't you think Papa?

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[Oh, dammit, let him just...nearly miss that but he's got it. Have another one.]

If I weren't prepared to lose him, I wouldn't have put him in there in the first place. It's possible that he could die tomorrow because someone got it into their head to kill him and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

You have nothing to worry about.

[Boop!]

...Do you think they can win?

[And once he's caught it, he hesitates before throwing it again; the pause is brief, but it's noticable.]

Weren't you just telling me a while back that our odds are something terrible?

Well, yeah, but that was back when half of them were just blindly stumbling about like idiots.

They've...changed a lot since then. They're more determined.

They are, yes.

Does that concern you, then?

[The bear shifts his weight and makes a noncommittal noise at that.

Feel free to take that as a 'yes.']

[...Ah.]

I said when I returned that I wasn't interested in abandoning you again. I'm not helping them win.

[Another noise, this time more impatient and directed at the ball of yarn.]

...Good.

I'm not particularly in the mood to die myself, you know. If they want that, they're going to have to earn it themselves.

[Yes, yes, more yarn for you.]

Until then, you can continue to play with the others; I see no harm in it.

[Boop!]

...What will happen to me, if they kill you?

Will I cease to function along with pretty much everything but the elevator to the surface?

You make it sound as though I have some sort of ridiculous heart monitor attached to me that will kill the building if I die.

[He makes the catch easily before throwing it back.]

I've made arrangements for you. Do you want me to promise you that as well?

Wasn't that what she did? In the first one.

It sounds like something she'd do.

[He returns it easily.]

What arrangements?

...I think that's what she did, yes.

[Another catch, another toss. It's easier to focus on this than it is on her, too.]

I'll send you with friends. It's going to be fine.

Huh. How Super High School Level Weird is that.

[Another flawless return.]

I was under the impression that all your friends were either dead or in here.

And you don't think those in here would show you mercy, I take it.

H-hey, it comes with the territory of being the frontman of this whole operation, right?

You made me so you'd have someone to hide behind.

Fair enough - though you've proven more than that, haven't you?

[He's bad with feelings.]

I ought to name you at some point, you know. You're more of a person than some sort of Pokémon equivalent as far as I'm concerned.

[...he's bad with feelings and he's spent way too much time alone in this fucking basement, clearly.]

Would you like that?

I guess.

[that might have been part of the motivation behind playing with Beat instead of just waiting until Schuldig was better.]

But do you think they'll really remember that when they get the chance to delete me? They still hate me for executing their classmates.

[That gets the bear to pause and look at Lysandre, and then look around as if he thinks his master might be addressing someone else in the room.]

Name-- Me? I have a name, I'm the cuddly and adorable headmaster Monobear!

Well, yes and no - 'Monobear' is what you are, it's the appearance given to the shell, the receiver. So you're not wrong, no.

At the same time, the previous Headmasters were likewise 'Monobear,' and you obviously aren't them - and hypothetically speaking, should any other classes follow ours, then their Headmaster would probably be 'Monobear' as well, despite not being you.

There's a difference between who you and what you are, and that's why I'm asking you about names - so you can have something distinctive that's yours.

[The bear listens to the explanation, crossing his skinny plush arms over his chest.]

So you want to give me a name that...that makes me different from all the other Monobears?

If you wouldn't mind.

I guess not.

It had better be a name that fits my adorable and cuddly nature!

I'll be decent to you and give you more of a say than most parents give their own children.

[Have more yarn while he considers this.]

Remy?

[Don't mind if I do! Gonna bounce it right back into your hands.

And huff indignantly at that name suggestion.]

That sounds like a name someone'd give a rat!

[He just kind of tilts his head at that; it's fairly clear that he has no idea what's being referred to, but okay.]

Well, if you take up opposition to that, I'll be sure to leave out Ben and Socrates as options as well.

[...Lysandre, that reference probably just dated you so hard. Let's just. Throw the yarn again, shall we?]

Michel?

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