The Problem Is Me, I Am The Problem

Impulse is flawed, heavy flawed. Just like everyone in this world and just like the author.

So I placed all my problems onto Impulse for fun, and for a way to help me heal from them.

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The author is projecting onto Impulse.

Chapter 1: Judging To Fast

Summary:

Impulse is constantly finding himself next to a really annoying and loud man. So when he offers friendship in the sake of a new mutual friend, Impulse wishes to refuse.

But he never had a choice, and the more he looks into the man’s attitude, the more he realises that he was just wrong.

Notes:

Now, I have no idea how long this is, but it’s happening and I hope people can relate to some of my flaws (possibly more things in the future).

Also I would say this story isn’t true about 1 day ago. I literally had the most annoying and loud person that always needs to be right next to me for one of my lessons. So future stories won’t be true but I already had 2.5k written out by the time I met them. So yeah…

Also this is gonna be an escape for when I need to write something else. I luv you, you luv me not is really making me struggle to write and I still want to be able to create stories. I just need a little more time. Life is lifeificating right now so I just need something.

(More tags to be added).

Chapter Text

Impulse needed to get his life together. Fast.

The school year was right around the corner, and he felt ready as ever. He memorized his timetable as soon as he could get his hands on it and looked over to his lessons. It was a familiar timetable, similar to the one he had last year with a few new spicy things. Days before he had felt so ready to come back, to actually make some new friends and to have a nice time. So now that he was here, why did he feel so drained?

His first lesson this year was music, and he was excited to learn all he could. But there was one of these really loud kids that was taking up all of the attention and was being a little troublemaker. Impulse didn’t like him already, a loud annoy brat. He liked to stay with Gem, who had somehow managed to worm her way into Impulse’s class.

It was even more annoying to find out that this kid played drums too, his musical instrument. And what made him more upset was that this dude was better than him. He’d drum away like nothing else, and Impulse was supposed to match that. He’d have a better chance learning the saxophone like that Scar kid, which was just as loud and annoying as the first dude. No wonder they looked to be friends.

Gem could tell that someone was getting on his nerves, his dull attitude to one of his favourite lessons was a clear give away. But it was hard for Gem, who had to learn how to understand the way Impulse worked. He couldn’t tell you that something was wrong, he would much rather just silently suffer. But it was moments like these when Gem wished that Impulse was able to voice what was bothering him rather than just hiding it all together.

So when soup group met up at their lunch, the mood was already damp and she could tell that Pearl knew something was wrong, even whispering to Gem asking why. How would she know? Everything seemed fine. No one was in his space, his schedule was fine, what more could an Impulse ask for? Pearl had tried to ask but Impulse just brushed it off like fine dust.

“Impulse, I love you to death, but can you please just tell us what’s up?” She finally snapped at him. He looked wide eyed for a second, then covered his ears and looked down, pressing his chin to his chest. She could see the rise and fall of his chest slow down, to the point where Gem and Pearl got concerned to if he was breathing.

Pearl took him through it, trying to regain the oxygen lost. Gem didn’t understand what happened. She only raised her voice, was that kind of thing really enough to trigger that kind of reaction? Why was he sensitive to shouting? What did she do wrong?

Impulse didn’t stay with his friends for long. He told himself that it was his choice and that he didn’t want to talk to them but deep down, Pearl’s comfort was nice. Pearl aways knew what to do, having known him the longest out of anyone he knows. His longest friend and her best friend, she’s known Gem longer.

He was excited for computer science, he thought he was pretty good at it, best in his last class for sure. But when he walked into that door and saw that dude, the really loud one in music, he knew he would hate this lesson. And he did, he really managed to hate computer science. What was this dude, a popular nerd?

He answered every question the teacher asked, even some that Impulse didn’t know himself. He seemed to be really cocky about it too, bragging to his sofa full of friends while Impulse was trying to make past this day without punching him in the face. It was really hard.

He didn’t see him for the rest of the day, but boy was he on the mind. He had this scar on his face that formed a x, which was what Impulse had learned to recognize him for. He was annoying and loud, had a bunch of loud and annoying friends. They couldn’t shut up, no matter what anyone did, and they actively prank each other in class. He wanted to dig his fingernails into his palm, he was so frustrated.

The dude just had to sit next to him, talk to his buddy on his other side and just made Impulse suffer. If you’re going to be loud, be loud away from Impulse, he doesn’t want you shouting in his ear so he can’t listen. It’s a wonder this man is still in school, he won’t shut up. How was this dude doing so well with a mouth that won’t dry up.

Gem could tell that something was wrong with him, not like he would admit that to anyone. She seemed to silently accept that he was angry, he thinks. They met up with Pearl and together they go to English, to which was a very nice break from what was turning into his least favourite person. He was unfortunate enough to have the dude in maths with Pearl.

His frustration was show in his typing, faster and more furious now that he figured out that this was his stalker. He seemed to be following him around the school with the number of times he’s seen him about. He even saw him try to talk to Gem at lunch and he wasn’t going to let that happen. The dude is not good for his friends and that was final.

He would kill the man five times over if he came over to Gem and Pearl again. He had plenty of people to drag around and be his puppets. To entertain him when he was bored. And he was going to make sure that Gem and Pearl didn’t have strings wrapped around them at all, he would protect them.

His least favourite person had approached him after music at the end of the day. He had his headphones on, blasting his music and the last thing he wants to do is talk to this guy. He stood inches taller than him, yet he still couldn’t care if this ended in a fight. It really was just more of this dude to punch the life out of.

“Sorry to bother you man, but are you Impulse?” Impulse glared at him, trying to calculate his next move. How did this dude know his name? What did he want with him? Why was he being so God-damn polite about it.

“What do you want?” He replied, way to sternly than he meant. He was a nice happy person most of the time, this dude just brought out the worst in him. He did deserve it for what he’s done to Impulse. He shouldn’t really be giving him a chance at all.

“Gem sent me.” He smiled at Impulse, to which Impulse could tell that it was somewhat forced. He knew that he would rather be somewhere else right now. “She said that me and you need to get along.” Impulse narrowed his eyes at the tall black-haired man, trying to see if this was the truth.

“You know Gem?” He asked cautiously. His voice had gotten deeper, a way to scare this dude off.

“Me and Gem became friends recently and she doesn’t think that you like me very much. I’m started to think she’s right.” He asked playfully, talking with his hands.

“You’re too loud for my liking, and way too lively and energetic.” He grumbled, trying to get past him. He was blocked and looked back up to his face.

“I’m only here for Gem dude, I do really wanna get along with you.” He tried to reason to Impulse, who really couldn’t care less.

“Can you just get out of my way, I’m going to be late.” The guy huffed, then moved out of his way and he was ready to go.

The dude was so frustrating. Getting in his way to play superhero and being so loud that his ears wanted to fall off and being all round frustrating. He didn’t understand why anyone would want to have to drag a golden retriever all day, the dumb boy.

Gem was yelling at him during lunch, which could only mean that he had done something that wasn’t his fault. She wasn’t proper yelling, to which Impulse was thankful for, but still loud enough to get across that she wasn’t happy. He hadn’t forgotten an important date, had he? No, today was just as boring as yesterday.

“I sent him to talk some sense into you, but you don’t like him, and I want to know why. You guys have the same hobbies, and he is so funny to be around, you would get along so well.”

“Don’t tell me it’s about him.” He scoffed at Gem who clearly wasn’t happy about him. “He’s so God-damn loud and full of himself. I’m not going to be some puppet that he gets to string around just because he can.”

“Said who?” Asked gem, who was just confused. “You are not a puppet Impulse, why do you feel like this?”

“Just forget it.” He snapped, yelling at them both. Pearl was here, standing in the corner. “He’s full of himself. Look at me, I can drum better than everyone else. Look at me, I can understand code like the alphabet. He’s not cool and I don’t like him.”

“You sound jealous.” Pearl added from her corner.

“I’m frustrated that you can’t hear me when I say that guy isn’t good for you. He’s so cocky. He’s just bragging to his friends that he knows all the right answers and pranking people, and he gets on my nerves so easily.” Impulse dug his fingernails into the palm of his hands.

“You’re just judging him way to fast. I am going to send him to you soon and you better talk to him. It’s a miracle that he still wants to talk to you the first time.” Gem sighed, looking over to Pearl who just shrugged.

The dude had approached him after maths, and Pearl had abandoned him in a flash. What a two-faced wolf. The dude seemed to be nervous, a smile not quite reaching its full potential and fidgeting with his hands.

“Gem said to try again, so this time, I thought I would try different.” Impulse couldn’t tell where this was going. “I am Skizzleman, just call me Skizz. I love music and making new friends and a fun fact about me is that I have a dog called Kevin Bubbles Malone Refrigerator Jimmy Madeye Dugan.”

“Hi,” Impulse replied. “I’m Impulse and my fun fact is that I don’t like you.” He thought it was a little mean, and cruel, but he did what needed to be done.

“Hey!” He shouts, which makes Impulse cover up his ears.

“Shut up before I like you less speaker.” He yells at him, which isn’t very loud.

“I am not a speaker.” Skizz defended himself, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

“Yeah, just hurry up and move, we’re getting in people’s way.” Impulse grumbled, pushing the man in front of him.

“What a buzzkill, I though Gem said that you were funny but so far you’ve just been mean.” Skizz rolled his eyes, although Impulse never saw.

“I’m nice to people that I don’t think are buttheads.”

“What did I do to you?” Skizz asked generally. “Like I’m trying to do this for Gem so can you play your part a little better.”

“Why do you care if I’m friends with her, you can just ignore me.”

“Because.” Skizz stopped for a second. “I’ve seen you around, you’re pretty cool and I think I would actually like you if you smashed the mask.”

“Fine.” His voice came forceful. “What do you wanna do, have lunch together? Would today work for you?”

“Well when you say it like that, I don’t wanna have lunch with you. But fine, at least try and pretend you’re happy.”

Lunch came around way too fast for Impulse’s liking. He was going to eat with this maggot of a person, a creature he would stomp on the floor if it wasn’t bigger than him. He found him after some looking, and in silence, started eating.

“This might be the happiest I’ve ever seen you.” Skizz sighed, taking another bite of his peanut and jelly sandwich.

“Don’t push it.” Impulse said after swallowing. “And don’t think you’re the reason.”

“There’s the attitude I didn’t miss. Tell me angry Impulse, why are you such a dirtbag?”

Impulse just stared at Skizz, who seemed to understand that he wasn’t in the mood.

“Can you just not act depressed. I want to like you but you’re making it so hard. I might have to call off this friendship with Gem cuz’ you can’t get your act together and just look happy.”

“My emotions are raw.” He responded. “There’s a reason I don’t do theatre and that I can’t lie.” Impulse huffed, remembering all the times he tried to get away with something unsuccessfully.

“We should play two truths and a lie. I go first.” Impulse nodded, not opposing the idea. “I have almost died from climbing. I’ve been expelled from a school, and I went to Spain when I was six.”

“Spain when you were six, the other ones are too believable.” He smiled when Skizz didn’t have a rebuttal, meaning that he was right.

“I thought I would get that.” He huffed, looking annoyed. “Your turn.”

“I play drums, I have a pet dog called Tilly and I apparently give really good hugs.”

Skizz paused for a moment, looking unsure. “Drums I guess. I really don’t know.”

“Pearl has a pet dog called Tilly to which we all love dearly. I don’t have a dog.” Impulse smiled that he had manged to win again.

“Are you a dog person or a cat person?” Skizz had asked as a follow-up question.

“Dog person, although I don’t hate cats. It’s really hard to pick one or the other because they’re so different. And the species also matters, I would never want a husky, too loud. But a dog that’s gentle is a dog I would like. Maybe something like a newfoundland. But I don’t want a cat that I’m going to need to walk everyday of the week. It’s about balance.”

Skizz appeared to be listening to him going on about cats and dogs which he thinks is a good thing. He was smiling, like this was a secret passion that Impulse has just unlocked. “Yes, it does depend on the breed. Finally someone with a head. You would never want to own a lion as a pet, that’s just illogical. You need to find the correct breed for you. But most people stop looking when they find their perfect dog or cat breed and don’t go looking for the other.”

“That’s why I’m not getting a dog until I figure out what kind of cat fits me and then compare the two.” Impulse closed his statement.

An awkward silence filled the air, Skizz speaking over it. “So you play the drums, how come you never told?”

“You are so much better than me,” Impulse let out with a sigh. “I just got really embarrassed that you could do it so much better and decided that maybe it should stay a flimsy secret.”

“Don’t make me stop you.” Skizz playfully pushed him, which took Impulse a second to figure out that he didn’t mind it.

“Yeah, imagine you’ve draw something, super proud of it. And then some else you don’t know as draw the same thing but better.” Impulse reasoned.

“I’m sure you play the drums just fine, you’re making it sound like you’re scared to pick up the sticks.”

“Well that’s my problem.” Impulse argued back. “But I wouldn’t be apposed to a drumming out session, really could use the practice.”

“So I’m getting a second date?” Skizz wiggled his eyebrows.

“Hold your horses, maybe not too fast.”

And they both were laughing, smiling and having an all-round great time. To someone walking past, they seemed like good friends. Gem smiled slyly, still unsure of the friendship she has created.

Impulse did grace Skizz with a third, a fourth, a fifth and a sixth date. And he was starting to understand why Gem thought they would make a good pair. At this moment, he was waiting for Skizz to come over to his dorm for the first time and everything felt like it wasn’t clean enough. It was hard to clean when his room was almost perfect.

Skizz didn’t take long at all, skipping down the corridor, smiling at Impulse who put a hand on his face and shook his head. He’d gotten partly used to the Skizz experience, but there were still things that made him want to shake his head in shame. He was a great guy. He was funny, cool, took time out of his day to talk to Impulse. Impulse had managed to hate tis person but there was nothing hateable about him. Maybe he judged him a little too hard. Maybe judging people based on how loud they are isn’t a good idea.

If one thing is for sure, Impulse was wrong.

Chapter 2: Can’t Stand Up For Myself - Bullying

Summary:

Impulse has found himself a bully that won’t leave him alone no matter how quiet he is. And when his new friend finds out, he teaches Impulse a lesson on how to stand up for himself. It definitely works…

The bullies never get what they deserve, but Skizz is one to make the rules, bend them and shape them to however he likes.

Notes:

Hey! Important Information!

As you can tell, each chapter title is gonna be the problem or flaw so if anyone is a little sensitive to the things I bring up, then that is your warning. If you think that this chapter needs any certain warning, let me know.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Impulse didn’t understand why he was a target. One day he was just trying to mind his own business, getting to his class before he would be marked late when a kid, twice his size, had approached him. Impulse didn’t understand why but he got pushed to the floor, back hitting it like it was a slab of concrete.

Impulse wasn’t a skinny kid, not fat either. A perfect balance he liked to think. But when these kids had called him fat, saying he fell with the strength of a bowling ball. Impulse couldn’t help but be suddenly worried that he might be a bit overweight, a little bit ugly.

They had disappeared as fast as they came, leaving Impulse on the floor. His back ached, but he knew that he wasn’t going to make it in time if he didn’t hurry up. He sped walked his way to class, seeing Skizz and Gem waiting for him next to his normal seat.

They seemed to not suspect why he was so late, just welcomed him into his seat and listened to the teacher. He enjoyed resting his back for a second, then his mind went back to the name calling. Maybe he could lose a little weight and still be fine.

The harassing didn’t stop anytime soon. The next time he had seen this dirtbag, was on the way home from school. He wasn’t far from his house when he had shown up.

This time, he took a mental image of what he looked like. Curly hair which reminded him of Skizz, but this was brown hair. They had no scar, but a chubby face and a crooked smile. They wore a grey hoodie which looked too big at some parts and too small on others. The trousers were tattered at best, black along with the shoes. Their dark brown eyes made them seem more terrifying. The hair was around shoulder length, if not a little longer as it flew in the wind.

“Hey shortie,” He snickered as his friends came out of hiding. Impulse kept his headphones on and his head low. He really didn’t want to deal with this right now.

But that wasn’t enough for this dude, so he pushed Impulse to the ground again, this time meeting an actual stab of concrete. It hurt, his back still ached from days ago. Impulse just heaved himself back up, looking at his face. He had learnt a few days that his name was Shart, he had failing grades in maths, according to Gem and was an actual monster.

“Thinking this is over, give me something not worth a beating an then we’ll see.” Impulse didn’t give them anything, why did he owe these kids anything. But as soon as the first punch landed, Impulse just gave them some money and ran away. They let him, he thinks. But he still needs to work out how to cover these marks, red flaring across his skin.

Pearl had asked him if he was up to walk Tilly after school today. His back still ached, and his side was throbbing, but he wanted to be there for Pearl and his favourite dog. Which was high in the air as Skizz’s dog was an absolute sweetheart.

He still has to do a pile of homework when he gets home and his mom wanted to go out and get some shopping, which means that this walk needs to be quick. But he can’t really walk fast when he’s in pain, but he’s trying. The dog was the best girly ever, and they got back soon enough.

He was still late to go shopping with his mom, she didn’t mind. They paced the isles, Impulse trying really hard to keep up with a women on a mission, he knew they could get up to mori speeds. He’s panting by the time he gets in the car, and his mom is concerned. He tried to brush it off, to which he was successful got dropped off by the dorms.

He stayed up to about three in the morning trying to get al his work done, brain foggy in the night. He knew that tomorrow wasn’t going to be a good day, but he could try and make it one.

Tomorrow is hard. Tomorrow is Impulse waking up late because he forgot to set an alarm, running around campus in the rain and slipping, and arriving just in time to his first class. He looks like he’s just run through a pig’s stable and he’s aware, he just needs the water to dry of his already cold body.

Pearl gave him her coat as something to help combat Impulse’s slight hypothermia and made notes for the both of them while Impulse was trying to not freeze to death. It was surprisingly harder than he thought.

Pearl had left him and her coat, making her way over to her next class. Impulse was trying to walk quick, trying to warm up his body with some exercise. Maybe it would do him some good if he actually started some exercise. He should bring it up with Pearl that he wants to walk with her and Tilly a bit more. Would she mind him being there? Probably not. Maybe. She might.

Then Shart had come out of the blue and tripped him up, he landed on his side, clutching his right arm once he sat up. The kid had done this on purpose the loser.

“Oh no! What a shame. Impulse has fallen again. Maybe we should give him a stroller for one of his friends to push him around in.” The rest of the people laughed, including some that were just walking by. Impulse got off his feet and started to walk away when something hit his right shoulder.

Blood was pouring out, and a stone lay on the floor. It wasn’t big or small, just stone sized and it made Impulse understand that he just got a rock thrown at him. His blood started dripping on the floor, so he walked away again, them to busy mocking him to stop him. Although, he did hear one of them shout to him when he was leaving. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can hear me.” Was breaking one of his bones the intention.

Impulse hadn’t told anyone why he was suddenly. Walking out with Pearl more, eating less, wearing clothes that covered his skin. He didn’t know how else to hide the bruises that littered his body as much as his moles did.

Pearl thought it was a nice change, inviting Impulse out for a run without Tilly sometimes and Gem got to have more food from his plate. Everyone was winning, so why did he feel like a loser.

It was just some guy. He didn’t control Impulse, yet he felt like his whole world was around this guy. Shart was a name he would remember. Brown curls that he’d learnt to fear. Brown curls he said that looked like Skizz’s. So why was he seeing black and brown together?

Skizz had invited Shart and his gang to come eat with them and Impulse doesn’t think he’s ever felt so scared. They recognised him, but they didn’t seem to care as they discussed in the group. Impulse sat on the outside, arguing with Gem that he was not talking to those people without a reason.

Gem called him a shy emo kid. Impulse said that he was smart. Would he notice if one of his friends were being harassed? What would he do about it?

Although Shart did still have his fun, knocking a water bottle all over Impulse who was just trying to talk to Skizz about their next hang out. His eyes quivered as he looked up at him, seeing a snake rather than a person. He played it off as an accident, Impulse having to reassure to him that he was okay even though he wasn’t.

Skizz could tell that something was wrong, although what was a different story. He’d heard about all the big changes in Impulse’s life, his closest friends seeing it as a way to improve himself. Skizz saw it a little differently, but he hasn’t known Impulse for that long. He could sense that something was wrong.

It had been killing Skizz. He was quiet, he was attentive, he was shaking. He wasn’t Impulse and it was killing him. Impulse had talked about if Skizz had any free time today to pop in and he made sure that his schedule was clean. A good two hours of free time to have a one-on-one with a new good friend of his. He needed to know.

So when Impulse opened the door, Skizz acted all goofy and silly like he normally does. But once he was in the dorm and the door was locked, a new side of him came out. He stacked up all the evidence he had on Impulse, who was just avoiding the question altogether. He couldn’t give a consistent answer and he was tripping up on his words.

Impulse wasn’t a great liar, so trying to lie to someone’s face was something he was naturally bad at, he could never actually pull it off, no matter how big or small. Impulse didn’t know what to do with this kind of confrontation. Brushing it off wasn’t working and Skizz wasn’t one to give up without a fight.

“I really don’t need you up my butt right now, I thought you would come around when you were free and we could play video games or something.” He tried one more time.

Skizz didn’t give up, so Impulse just told him the truth.

“Some kids at school are being a little rough, I’m just getting the force of it,” he hummed, trying to make it no sound like a bad thing.

“Can I see?” Skizz had asked and he knew he was doomed. He took his hoodie off, a short sleeved shirt underneath. He could see the horror on Skizz’s face as he scanned over him, his eyes unable to look away from the bandage he placed on his shoulder.

“Impulse,” he said, breathy. His eyes were widened and his voice was quiet, like too much noise would make him bleed out.

Skizz tried to lift up the bandage and Impulse didn’t stop him. What use was it to hide this now. His eyes darted around the wound, then slowly guided the bandage back down.

“Who did this?” He asked eyes darting around Impulse’s body. It made him feel really self conscious, he was overweight.

“Some guy,” Impulse answered.

“Who?” He asked again.

“Someone called Shart, you were talking to him a few days ago.” Impulse admitted. Skizz looked surprised, then grumbled to himself before actually speaking fluent English.

“I knew you were acting off.” He grumbled English.

“I’m sorry.” He put his head down. “I should of told you.”

“No!” Skizz argued back. “I’m sorry for bringing that insane man anywhere near you. You should learn to stand up for yourself, push back.”

“You know I’m not a rule breaker,” Impulse reminded. “And you wouldn’t of known, I tried to cover up any sign of it.”

“That’s not healthy,” Skizz murmured. “You should fight back, screw this guy!”

“Screw no one.” Impulse retaliated. “Everyone deserves to be treated with respect.”

“Screw you for not wanting this guy to be in a pit in hell.”

“Screw no one.” Impulse parroted.

“Come on man!” Skizz tried to reason something unreasonable. “He deserves a good punch in the face.”

“No one deserves a punch to the face.” He sighed. “But I wouldn’t mind a friend at my side when he’s around.”

“And you think I would just leave you like this.” Skizz sounded very offended. “I’m punching this guy in the face when I see him.”

Impulse had a new pet, he was very friendly. Skizz wasn’t actually his pet, but it was funny when he called him it. Skizz didn’t like it, which made it all the funnier. He didn’t have a problem with anyone for a long while.

He and Skizz spent more time together then he did with the soup group. They didn’t seem to mind, but Gem was very eager to make sure that Impulse didn’t mind it. If this was a few weeks ago, he would have cursed at her and walked off. But Skizz really wasn’t annoying. The more he spent time with him, the more he questioned his judgment as a whole.

When his class had ended, Skizz wasn’t outside. That was normal, some lessons they were really far apart and getting there could take a few minutes. Skizz wouldn’t be long, then they can go meet up with Pearl and Gem.

Skizz still wasn’t here when Shart had showed up, an evil smile plastered on his face as he came closer to Impulse. He tried to get away, but there was too many people and he got pushed to the floor. He was winded, gasping for air. He’d forgotten how much it hurt to hit the ground.

“You think that twat is gonna save you?” He kicked Impulse on the floor, his shin throbbing in pain that he’s never felt before. “Thing again, drummer boy.”

And the way that he worded it made it sound like drumming was something nerds did. Impulse didn’t want to be a nerd. He was cool, most people didn’t know who he was, he liked it that way.

“At least I have a hobby that doesn’t require a feeling of validation.” He spat back, surprised of his own quick wits.

“At least I don’t have to go crying to my friends.” He mocked him as he tried to rise, his legs wobbling and his ego bruised, as well as his body.

“Well, at least he has friends!” Skizz had come flying from around the corner, hitting Shart square in the face. Shart clutched his face, tears building up in his eyes. “At least he has people that care about him. At least he isn’t a little piece of shit to everyone he meets and at least he cares so much about your ego that he tried to hide his bruising from all of us. At least he fucking cares.”

Shart had scrambled away from the crowd, yelling about some kind of revenge he was going to make hurt. Skizz had helped Impulse, supporting him as they left the scene. “You know I said people don’t deserve a punch to the face, no matter what they do,” he reminded him.

“Some people need to get a taste of their own fucking medicine,” Skizz grumbled back.

“I’m fine Skizz, brighten up.” He tried to lessen the worry he was feeling, he wasn’t very successful.

“You are struggling to walk, that’s not fine. I’m finding Pearl and Gem and the three of us are going to hunt him down.” Impulse had tried to remind him that it wasn’t worth it, but Skizz disagreed and he knew that Pearl and Gem would side with him.

“Do you have to tell them.” He grumbled, hopping with Skizz’s walk. “Also, can you slow down?”

“Sorry, but what else are you going to tell them, they deserve to know.” Skizz reasoned, slowing his pace.

Gem and Pearl had spotted them before they could sit down, Pearl getting his other side as they guide them to where there stuff are. He knows that he had a lot of explaining to do.

Once he was comfy enough in the horrendous school seats, Pearl spoke up. “What happened mate?”

“This guy.” Skizz interrupted him. “As been getting bullied for the last month and has told no one.”

“I told you,” he fought back.

“I figured it out, there’s a different buddy,” Skizz fired back.

“What!” Gem had exclaimed, Pearl placing her hand over Gem’s mouth.

“Skizz how could you just not tell us, we trusted you.” Pearl hissed, clutching her fist.

“He didn’t want me telling you and I was hanging around him so I could stop it, stupid shithole got to him before me today.”

“Impulse, how could you?” Gem had looked at him with a mix of worry and concern.

“You guys already have enough on your plate, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Impulse tried to ease there worries

“For the second time, you are not fine.” Skizz fussed over him. “Shart is a fucking shithead and I vote that me, Pearl and Gem go beat him up.”

“I already said no.” Impulse told them sternly.

“And let you be in pain while he gets to skip around having fun. I don’t think so.” Gem retaliated.

“I already got a punch in the face, but I think he needs more for all the bullshit he’s caused.”

“Calm down Skizz.” Pearl told him. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear, stop being a sailor.”

“He’s been punching Impulse for a fucking month.” Gem defended him. “I think calling him a shithead isn’t enough.”

“Everyone, calm down. He’s gonna be okay eventually.” Pearl reasoned.

“He should be okay right now Pearl, not eventually.”

“You guys know I am a person that can be addressed.” Impulse reminded them.

“You lost that privilege after lying to us for a month.” Gem answered.

“Everyone, please, calm the fuck down!” Pearl shouted.

Revenge would be taken, much to Impulse’s protests. But I would be sweet like sugar, sweet like candy.