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You hate kings and you think kings are really stupid. They are petty, bossy tyrants and are really full of themselves and are basically awful in every way.
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((Charlie DuClare continued from Time Is Not On Our Side))

Sunset felt good and warm and safe against Charlie's face, and she decided that she wasn't gonna miss it again as long as she lived. She'd fucked it up the first two times, first by being too pissed off to stop and notice it, and then by sleeping through it. It wasn't gonna happen again. Sunset was worth stopping for. It felt great, it felt right. It was supposed to be there, and she didn't mind it being there, and all told, she was fucking glad it was there. It belonged. There weren't a whole lot of things that belonged on this island- her collar didn't belong, the creepy announcer guy with the grating voice didn't belong, fucking Blanderson and Retard Cowboy didn't belong.

Dave and Isabel belonged. Good for them.

That was all Charlie was gonna say on the subject for now, because she was frankly a little sick of it. Every waking moment since she'd met up with the two spent thinking about whether she liked them, whether they liked her- Christ, she wasn't that needy, was she? Every joke followed up with a silent wish that it hadn't offended Dave or Isabel, every word those two said vigilantly monitored for indications that they sucked. It was exhausting. And she was done with it. Dave and Isabel belonged. That was her final word on the topic. Wasn't gonna change any time soon. If they did something retarded, Charlie would forgive them. She had plenty of forgiveness to throw around.

Maybe a good time to finally check her weapon. Right? She'd wanted to save that big reveal for a rainy day, but... things had changed a bit since she'd skipped out of the mine shack. They didn't already have a gun, for one. Isabel had her adorable pet trumpet, and Dave had... what the fuck did Dave have? Probably not something good. If it was a gun or something he'd have revealed it by now, shown Dave and Charlie how safe and sound they were by now. So it probably sucked. Maybe he'd even ditched it. On account of how much it sucked.

So that left Charlie to be the group's protector. Fuuuuuuck. That would be... awful. Just a terrible idea all around. Could she give her gun to Dave? Would he be okay with that? Probably. Nobody was gonna say no to getting a gun, so of course she could just give it to him, so of course that would just work out and it'd be great. It'd be great, so there was no reason to delay any further, so Charlie tore into her bag and searched for whatever big shiny gun was waiting for her, had been waiting for her the whole time.

It was a handheld mirror. It was a bit of a disappointment.

She stared at it for a little while. Turned it around in her hand a few times and ran a finger along its edge. Wondered what the hell she was supposed to do with it. "Maybe if... if we could somehow attach it to... the trumpet..." It was an alright idea. Whatever. It wasn't like there was too much else to do with it. So don't give it to Dave. Just slip it back into the bag. Just lie down again, because the sun is still setting.

It was right about then that a mousy-looking sort of girl walked up, looking just cartoonishly nervous and meek. Awwww, adorable. And she... huh. She was asking if she could join Charlie. And Dave and Isabel. Which was... Charlie honestly didn't know how well that sat with her. More friends were good to have, obviously. But not everyone was a friend. Not everyone could become a friend. She'd tried back at the shack, good fucking lord she'd tried so hard, and she'd still walked away empty-handed. It wasn't something Charlie really wanted to repeat.

Charlie shot a look at her two best friends on the island. Sorta sour, sorta unsure, sorta I dunno how I feel about this. It elicited a raised eyebrow from Dave. Well that was a pretty clearly worded answer. That was pretty much a divine mandate to go turn her head to the new girl and ask, "Uh... are you sure you wanna?" To pause and look... a little embarrassed, honestly. Of something. "... we're kinda mean."

There. It was for the new girl's sake. It was about protecting her from getting her heart broken by some devastatingly catty remark from Charlie or Dave. Yes.

That's what it was all about.
Jeremy Franco is alive. You can write a better ending, goddammit.

Charlie DuClare is dead. And nothing was easy anymore except to smile.
Julian Avery is dead. Courage was the man with a gun in his hand.
JJ Sturn is dead. Fuck it, all good things gotta come to an end.
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