For simplicity’s sake, Boombox’s name is Rave and Medkit’s is Luther. This is a request I’ve been hoping people requested cuz I could see this happening.

Rave was blasting some sick tunes on the battlefield, motivating his hyped teammates, Rocket, Sling, and Skate. Except for his teammate and a guy he considered his best pal. Luther. He called him Med or Medkit for his codename, though. He’s always been a quiet apple. Quite odd and very serious. VERY serious. But today, he wasn’t being snappy towards anybody. He was…quiet. Too quiet. At a point in the match, Rave’s team gets PWN’D, all getting sent back to spawn. Even so, they all keep a hopeful smile on their faces. Except Luther. He was FUMING. He snapped at them all. “Will you morons shut up!? Your egos are gonna be our fucking downfalls!!” He yells into his mic, the harsh words ringing to the fours’ ears. Skate was the first to speak back, holding her head up high as she did some tricks gaining speed.

“Calm down, dude, it’s just a game! Live a little!”

“If I live a little, we’re gonna die. You sound like you WANT to die!”

“I-I don’t! Just- calm down, dude-”

“NO I WON’T FUCKING CALM DOWN!!” Vinney jumped in instantly to protect Leona.

“Meds, don’t talk to my girlfriend like that.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” As everyone argued, Rave struggled to keep people from killing him, dying 3 times in the process as everybody argued. He was starting to get a bit frustrated. He tried calming everyone down, yet he was talked over by insults and defense. Then the buzzer goes off. Their argument is interrupted by the defeat sound in their earbuds. Everybody freezes. They lost. Everyone is sent back to the lobby. Everyone is saying “GG” and “Nice effort.” Except Luther. He growled as he gripped his suitcase, stomping off from the others and requesting Zuka take him back to Crossroads. He sighed as he got in the truck, before Rave comes up to him, frantically trying to get him to stay. He jumps in the back of Zuka’s truck, sitting right in front of Luther. “Boombox-”

“Luths, just call me Rave. Anyways, what happened?”

“It’s nothing.”

“No it’s not! You were yellin’ and shiz. What’s up wit’cha?” Luther stayed silent, looking away from him as Zuka started driving, the two softly swaying as he drove. Rave was still trying to get him to talk. He just kept getting even more frustrated with him. After a bit, however, he yelled frustratedly, telling Zuka to stop driving. Zuka hesitated before sighing and stopping almost right at the middle of the Playground bridge. He hopped out, taking his gun and suitcase with him. Rave jumped out as well, following Luther. He stood strong and firm as Zuka drove back to the Intermission lobby.

“You’re making this worse.”

“Well, I’m not meaning to!”

“WELL YOU ARE SO LEAVE ME ALONE!!” Luther snaps at him, his fangs showing from his anger. He never drew his fangs at anybody but Tremor. So why him? Did he hate him…? He hates Tremor…does he hate him…?

“N…No!” Luther was taken aback, gripping his gloves onto his hands tighter than they were. He sighed angrily and tried to ignore him. Rave followed behind, looking up at him empathetically. Luther ignored him following behind, trying to focus on putting one foot before the other. But he got more and more frustrated before turning around abruptly.

“Would you stop!?”

“No! Not until you tell me what’s wrong!”

“It’s none of your BUSINESS!!” Luther pushes Rave, causing him to stumble back, but land on his feet. Rave freezes for a second before pushing back. This only angered Luther more, causing him to shove again, aiming at his chest as he roughly pushed him away. He was a hindrance on his pity. It made him sick. Rave stumbled back, his butt hitting the hip-high walls of the bridge. “Just leave me alone.”

“No!! Just tell me, Luther-”

“NO!!” Luther grabs his collar, Rave’s head only slightly hanging over the edge of the bridge. He felt his back crack a bit as it bent on the corner of the wall of the bridge. His anxiety rose as he saw the kindling anger on Luther’s face.

“Med, my head is--”

“STOP TALKING!!”

“I--”

“YOU ARE SO ANNOYING!! YOU’RE ALWAYS PESTERING ME, YOU ARE DISRESPECTFUL, AND YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I’VE GOING THROUGH!!” Luther lifts up his eyepatch. There is nothing but a hole and a pinkish scar across his eye. Rave shivered as he looked into that hollow part of his head. “THERE ARE THINGS YOU CAN’T GET BACK!! YOUR PITY MAKES ME HATE YOU MORE!! I’M NOT JUST HAVING A BAD DAY!! I’M HAVING MORE THAN THAT!!” As Luther yells, Rave’s eyes feel like they’re gonna well up. Rain drips onto their heads as a downpour begins, and nothing around except the sound of rain and Luther’s yelling. The eyes of Rave’s visor flicker as water seeps into it, causing it to turn off from the excessive water. They fall onto the ground off his face, the cracking of glass following. There are tears flowing from his eyes, his curly hair getting soggy and hanging off his head like a weeping willow.

“...Meds…” Luther stops for a moment, looking down at him. Before realizing what he had done. He lets go, his hands collecting rain as he looks down at them. Rave’s breath as heavy, he gripped his chest a bit, tears rolling down his face. Luther sighed, seeming calmer.

“. . .you’re an annoyance to me.” Rave sits on the edge of the bridge, setting his boombox down next to him on the ground. Luther sits next to him, his briefcase next to Rave’s boombox.

“I know.”

“Good. So why do you annoy me…?”

“I wanna be your friend. You really only have Sword. People always say you’re so cold and rude. I want to change their opinions!”

“It won’t work.”

“--Is what everyone has said to ME!! You can be a good person when you act like you aren’t. And to be honest…I admire you.”

“Do you? Why?”

“You help people. Vinney broke his leg once. It would have never healed without you.”

“Because you pestered me to fix that mosquito’s leg.”

“Would you not’ve if I didn’t say anything?”

“Of course, I would have. He’s a phighter.”

“...yeah, that’s true.”

“. . .I wasn’t always a doctor.”

“Fr? What were you?”

“An inventor. For your own enemy.”

“Blackrock?! YOU?? APART OF BLACKROCK!?!”

“Yes. Why do you think my eye is gone in the same place Pyro’s is.”

“...Oh…you guys ripped each other's eyes out?”

“I did. I shoved one of his own crystals into his eye.”

“Badass.”

“Huh-”

“Dude, did you regret it?”

“Only at times. I didn’t feel good about it after realizing the flaws to it. It wasn’t planned. If I hadn’t though, I’d have my head in a basket thrown in a box floating down the river.”

“Blackrock IS harsh…”

“At least we agree.” Rave giggles a bit, kicking his feet a bit—the two look at each other. Rave has emerald green eyes. Luther has a Malachite Teal eye. They stare fondly, realizing they just connected over something serious. Luther gently places a hand on Rave’s cheek and another on his hand. Rave holds his hand back before the two lean in close. The boys pull away after as Luther snaps out of it, looking away. “Sorry.”

“Yo, it’s fine. You don’t have to be sorry. I leaned in too, y’know.” Luther looked away, recovering the hole his eye used to be. He sighed as he got the imagery of that day in his mind. How Pyro smiled. How happy he looked to see blood running down his face. How maniacally he cackled as Luther ran with the little breath with his lungs. How he stayed back, thinking Luther would get an infection. How he-- “Luther. You’re crying.” He was. He looked at the ground, clenching his hands for dear life as he tried to keep himself together. He turned away, sniffling as he tried wiping the tears away. It did naught. He sat on the sidewalk, looking at the water of the hard rain running over his shoes. Rave wrapped an arm around him.

“I’m…sorry. I’m sorry I was always so mean to you.”

“It’s fine. I can’t hate ya forever.”

“...Thank you.” Silence…

“What music ya like…?”

“...honestly…lofi.”

“Great choice.” He takes a small tape out of his bag, takes out his previous tape, and puts the new one in. A calm, jazzy lofi starts playing. It was calm and quiet. The rain seemed calming now, even if they were getting soaked. “Wanna go somewhere while the rain stops?”

“I’d…like that. The rain is coming down a bit TOO rough.”

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