"...How is it... smarter?"

"...Hm..."

Echo seemed to think for a moment, and then there was another hesitation.

"Uhm... is it so... if you don't care for anything...uhm... if everything around you is taken away...uh..."

Echo went quiet.

Echo looked shocked for a moment, as if Time had slapped her in the face instead. There was a beat of silence as Echo tried to find something to say, tears starting to spill from her eyes.

"P-pitiful as...me...? You think... you think I-I'm pitiful?"

There was a lot of hurt in her trembling voice, and she obviously looked upset from being called pitiful.

Complete silence as Echo stared at Time. She couldn't say anything for a moment.

"Pitiful...? That's..."

Echo failed to get any other words out.


(Oof yea)

Echo didn't continue with her sentence, but instead she looked away, closing her eyes as if to block out everything. She was trying to force herself to stop crying.

Echo didn't feel good. The sick feeling returned, and Time wasn't helping with her emotions at all. She wanted to yell at Time, possibly shove him as well, but that wouldn't help the situation, would it?

No, it wouldn't.

Pitiful, pitiful, pitiful,  pitiful,  pitiful,  pitiful-

Echo was starting to scratch at her wrists, a habit when upset. The words Time said was clearly getting to her head.

"I...have nothing to... say..." Echo looked back at Time, struggling to force her tears to stop.

Overreaction, overreaction, overreaction-

Echo was overreacting, wasn't she? How... how...

Pitiful.

"...You're right..."

Echo didn't speak. She didn't feel like speaking. She felt like breaking something, just to get her mind off of herself. She would do anything to stop her thoughts, her mind, herself. Anything.

Echo looked away from Time, now holding her sketchbook with both hands to stop herself from scratching her wrists and hands and arms. It was a terrible habit, and she had already caused the skin to be badly irritated just moments ago. Echo didn't want to accidentally hurt herself from the nervous habit.

Echo didn't seem to be likely to stop crying soon. She wanted to stop. Echo didn't like to cry, especially in front of strangers. She even hated to cry in front of family members and friends. Why couldn't she stop crying? Why was she crying? Stupid, wasn't it?

Stupid, stupid, stupid, what she was doing was stupid.

"Yea. Whatever," came a flat reply, finally. Echo was still crying, but the look of the pain from before had faded. She still didn't look directly at Time, but it was obvious she was talking to him.

"You're right. That's what you want to hear, right? That's what will make you shut up, right?"

The teen's voice had switched tone very slightly, and she looked a bit annoyed. Maybe Echo was annoyed. Annoyed at herself. Annoyed at Time. Annoyed at the world around her. Annoyed at her thought process.

Annoyed at everything.

"Of course you don't," Echo scoffed. "No one ever knows anything, do they? Stupid. Everybody I know is so stupid."

Well, her mood had obviously become more aggressive.

"Including myself. I'm not smart at all, right? That's why... that's why you're so damn rude, right?! I'm an easy target, right?!"

Oh, and now she was most definitely raising her voice at the other. Echo was very obviously Not Happy and this was a very sudden and very bad shift from the apologetic attitude from before. Even though the two of them had not known each other for very long, this was most definitely not normal from the meek individual.

"You just want an easy target to pick on!" Echo accused, now looking at Time, her hands trembling as she gripped her sketchbook tighter. "And I must be an idiot! That's why! That's why you're mean! How dare you! Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid! I'm so stupid! Why else would you say such mean things to me?!"

This was going downhill very fast, and that fact was very obvious. Such an overthinker Echo was, and this whole outburst was evidence of it. Her words made it very clear that Time was going to get an earful of very aggressive and very upset mindset. Yay for him. Although, it was probably possible to get her mood to shift again, hopefully more positive, as it does seem that she had an imbalance of control over her feelings.

(Wheeeee!)

That got Echo to pause for a moment, which also gave a pause for Echo to slightly calm down.

"Then... then why?" Echo questioned, her knuckles now going white as she focused more pressure into squeezing the sketchbook. "Why do you say... rude things without any hesitation?! Do you not fear of what can happen to you?! Do you not fear that you will cross the path of someone much stronger?! Do you not care for anyone else's feelings but your own?!"

How could one cry so much over something like this? Who knows, but the Glitchian did seem to be able to do so.


(Wheeee! I have no idea because I am not his Narrator! Wheeee! It is interesting though!)

(Yaaay!)

It seemed Echo was able to calm down enough to cry less, but it seemed she was still upset. At least her anger was ebbing down.

"I...I guess so..."

"Hey! I ain't that simple either!" Echo snapped, frowning. "...Your lack of care might turn back to bite ya later, ya know!"

Ope, she's getting riled up again.


(Lol most of this RP is me panicking because I have no idea of how to POV SF!Echo lol)

(Got any ideas for plot n stuff/any idea what we should have them do now?)

Echo crossed her arms, still keeping an iron grip on her sketchbook as she did (although she almost hit herself in the face).

Echo paused, not sure of how to reply, then just simply said, "Fine then."

(It came close to it lol. Luckily, she didn't lol)

"Just...! Just... fine."

(Hehehehe)


"Sure, whatever."