idk why people are saying that some butters fans are “shocked” that hes a girl-hater, we aren’t. some of us just don’t like it lmao 😭
yes, absolutely, the pipeline from optimistic and kind to cutthroat and mean is so real and interesting and i love it but the misogyny part to me is just…bleh. kinda shoehorned in to play into the “nice and sweet character says something fucked up every once in a while” thing.
“this character is traumatized beyond belief, abused in more than one way, and mentally broken down. his outgoing positive attitude deteriorates as the cycle of hate, ridicule, and unnecessary discipline continues. he has an alter ego who’s almost entire existence relies on venting his hardships and making the world aware of his pain. he has moments where he’s mean, shady, and crude. he’s internally so fucking pissed and he’s wounded so badly. oh, and he also calls girls bitches and sluts sometimes lol isnt that funny guys.”
idk. whatever tickles your pickle. if thats an aspect of his character you find intriguing then you do you!!! this is all just my personal opinion lol
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It was incredibly rare to see Truck without a scowl on his face. In fact, it was so rare that many Shadows could count on one hand the number of times they've seen Truck make any sort of expression other than pissed off.
And it was this surly demeanor that allowed Truck sanctuary in his shop. Away from the prying eyes and too-curious Shadows he rather not deal with.
That and his constant chasing unwanted visitors with a wrench.
It was safe to say that Truck's shop was strictly off limits to anyone else.
Hence why it was such a great place to hide when you needed it most.
Truck was aware of how Shadows avoided his shop like the plague. He was fine with this, happy about it actually.
So he preferred to blame his rather amiable reaction on the shock factor of finding one of the youngest Shadows curled up in the corner of his shop.
"Sorry I can go." Flash quickly stuttered out upon seeing the hulking frame of Truck as he entered the back half of the shop. Truck grunted as he watched the lanky kid unfurl himself from the ball he had tucked himself into. Something bold and something stupid came over Truck as he watched Flash try to bolt with his head low.
"Why were you in here to begin with?" The old man growled, and if it weren't for his usual foul mood, Truck would have felt a bit ashamed for the way the kid seemed to have a heart attack at the question.
"Well, cause I know it's like the one place on base that no one will bother me. It was a stupid idea, I know, I'm sorry-" Flash didn't get to finish his sentence before Truck had thrown a hand up to stop him.
"Sit back down, kid. I ain't gonna chase you out of here. We can all use a little peace and quiet every now and then." Truck didn't know what came over him in that moment, and he won't ever know. But what he does know is he felt a bit of pity as he watched Flash's face go from terrified to traumatized. Flash didn't say a word as he sank back against the wall, tucking his long legs against his chest the best he could.
Truck would never openly admit to anyone, except maybe Candy, how his heart broke just a bit at how the normally high energy young guy was so sullen. It broke Truck's heart a bit at how he thought that at least Flash wouldn't be too much to handle for once.
Truck decided to ignore both his feelings and the young Shadow as he began to tinker with the engine in front of him.
"Does it ever get easier?" Flash mumbled, and Truck paused for a moment.
"No." He grunted out, and he could faintly hear the choked back cry coming from the only dark corner of the shop.
"You get numb eventually." Truck added, almost out of guilt and almost out of something else he didn't care to linger on. Flash sniffled, but didn't respond right away. Truck assumed the conversation to be over, but assumed wrongly.
"Is that what you are? Numb?" Flash's quiet voice practically squeaked in the dark, and Truck whipped his head around to glare the other. But the glare quickly melted as he was met with watery blue eyes, brow furrowed with genuine thought.
"Yeah, you could say that." Truck muttered, for once his deep voice not harsh. Flash nodded as he took a deep breath and wiped his nose on his sleeve.
"Sorry for disturbing your shop, sir." Flash whispered, and Truck found himself unable to conjure up any hatred. Instead, he let out a tired sigh.
"Sometimes, company is all you need to feel better. Take your time, kid."
And yeah, maybe Truck's shop was a secret hiding place for Flash from then on. A hiding place from all the responsibilities, from all the high expectations. A hiding place from the glassy eyes and gaping mouths, from the blood spattered walls and bullet ridden doors.
And yeah, maybe Truck found himself not minding the company. Even if it meant eventually dealing with lots of questions and corny jokes. He tolerated those, scoffed at them at best. He felt he had to.
They were signs Flash was coming back around, after all.
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People maybe the gang: Awww... look a baby! He's a baby!! So cute so innocent. So lovely.
Dream: I am literally over 500 years old and Nightmare's twin. Please do not call me a baby.
... Nightmare does not help at all, he's constantly calling Dream his baby brother. It's not accurate but he does not gaf cuz it's embarrassing to Dream.
Meanwhile, Dream, wondering why he puts up with everyone's bullying all the damn time:
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