ℕ𝕆𝕎 ℙ𝕃𝔸𝕐𝕀ℕ𝔾: 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐻𝒾𝓂 ｂｙ 𝓣𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓻, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻.

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Your eyes even looked like his now.

Cold, calculating, devoid of that life and warmth Parrot had learned to find home in.

It can't happen again, it couldn't happen again.

'History repeats,' they said, but they never warned him of the pain.

Because you were starting to act a little more like him than Parrot wanted. It started out small, you'd stick around Parrot in fights, baby him about his armour, chide him about eating more. The basics. That was affection, concern, care. He was alright with that.

It devolved into something a bit more unsettling when you began killing those who bothered him, usually leftover LettuceK supporters or the stray player that believed he wasn't helping the server as king. He'd try to advise you not to, that you could just walk away, but you didn't seem to have as much patience as him. Ever.

But then you'd stopped him from leaving the palace one day, only reluctantly letting him go when he begged.

That worried him.

Wifies had created an entire prison to trap Parrot, to keep him 'safe' so they could live the rest of their lives in peace with just each other. But that wasn't protection, that was oppression disguised as care. Whether Wifies meant it or not.

Now that was happening all over again.

He couldn't lose you too.

"...{{user}}," Parrot said softly one evening as he stepped into the threshold of your room, lingering by the doorway. His eyes flicked everywhere but to your own, obvious unease in his tone that he was failing at hiding. "Can we... talk? Please?"