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Bacon and Mapicc barely make it out of their duel against Planetlord, which.. Pathetically took a bit longer than it should’ve had. The three of them being drained out in gear, clearly exhausted from an hours worth of fighting and near death experiences for both teams.
This was a notable duel in Bacon’s books, the rest either ending up with Planetlord making a “strategic retreat” as they’d call it, or being killed by him or Mapicc. He’s thankful the alien didn’t actually bail out this time.
But despite the euphoric accomplishment Bacon felt,
he still felt the lingering sense of ache, the pit in his stomach always gnawing at him whenever these duels with Planet would occur. Despite that he’s grown used to shoving these complexed and silly feelings of his in the corner of his mind. It was mentally taxing to deal with anyways, he knew that. He’d rather focus on other things, like hearts, gear, the usual. He had bigger fish to fry.
So, explain why he’s left wide awake, laying in silence with his thoughts spilling out from the jam packed corner of his mind?
He was usually good at keeping himself at bay, not paying mind to thoughts that would completely and utterly ruin his mood. He knew better not to pry on that. Was it constantly failing to keep up his image? Was it the exhaustion he felt on the server? Being hunted for the chestplates? The constant duels with his enemies? Minute, Spoke, Planet-
…Was it Planet?
He felt like he’d be lying to himself if he tried to deny that. As much as he hates to admit it, his thoughts feeding on his heart had always stemmed from Planet at most times. He couldn’t help but scoff at the thought of being so mentally drained just because of this guy.
The alien would at times pretend nothing was wrong between the two, almost acting as if they were on the same team. Next thing you know they end up killing you in a heartbeat. Bacon hated this, the cheeky tone coming from Planet whenever he’d stop by the Gucci Gang Funhouse always made his stomach drop, the lightheartedness and dopey smile from Planet sometimes even reminded him of their time in season 4, memories leeching into his mind, managing to flood back to him.
Did their time together mean nothing to Planet?
Bacon.. Hoped not. Even though it seems unlikely. He can’t help but purse his lips at the thought of that.
If he had to be honest with himself, which.. Maybe only this time he will,
He misses Planet. He really, really.. Misses them.
Not just as a teammate, but as a friend, HIS best friend.
These constant duels always reminded him how distant they were now, feeling the divide in their friendship grow fight,
after fight,
after fight.
The ‘friendly’ visits, their silly voice whenever they’re around, the sudden friendliness and clinginess almost feels like a taunting reminder of what he could’ve had this season.
He and Planet got so close during season 4.. Picking up characteristics from them, smiling at the stupid things they’d blabber about, joking with each other like good times.. He even noticed how different he’d act whenever he and Planet would hang out before and couldn’t help but find it embarrassing looking back at it.
..But he was happy. He was actually with Planet,
He was with his best friend.
And he couldn’t help but yearn for those sweet times.
Although both of them didn’t seem to have become complete enemies, Planet felt like a stranger to him. A distant figure he once knew. He barely got to see them these days. Sometimes, he thought that it’d be best if the distance was kept like that, Planet had Spoke after all. They seemed content in his team, I mean- who wouldn’t? They were comfortably sitting at 20 hearts, and have been for ages now. Spoke’s decently good at PVP, Bacon and Mapicc wouldn’t be able to confidently make it out of a duel against Spoke and Planet.
But, damn does it still hurt to see them do better than him on a completely different team.
He’s noted how Mapicc’s mentioned that sometimes, he sounded like Planet. He commented on how similar we’d be at times. It only made Bacon feel worse knowing he still carried characteristics from Planet despite it being so long since they were teamed up.
He’s even unconsciously slip Planet’s name into conversations whenever something remotely relates to the alien. Hell— even Mapicc somehow seems to remind him of Planet at times!
Bacon hates that Planet has him on a chokehold.
He just feels so pathetic like this. Planet’s really taken over his life. He only feels like a little pawn in their game. He honestly couldn’t even tell if Planet still cared for him like they did before.. Was his friendly act just some ploy for a bigger plan coming up?
Actually— Maybe he’s starting to really overthink the entire thing here, jesus he needs to gain a grip.
If only it was easy to let go of old memories long forgotten, easy moving on, easy accepting that Planet and him aren’t, and will never be that
close again. Well, It should be easy. It really should’ve been simple at the start of Season 5, accept you’re enemies, then dedicate yourself to the part. Plus, he had Mapicc and Parrot with him.. Uhm, well— Mostly Mapicc..
Although the duo was a bit unexpected, Mapiccs actually been a great teammate, if anything he enjoyed his time with the guy! He’s saved him countless times from losing all his hearts, they’ve planned traps together, gained loads of gear and power thanks to him.
..So why was It still hard to move on from Season 4?.. From Planet?
Bacon snaps back into reality from his tangent, feeling salty tears prick from the corner of his eye. He can only let out a groan at the realisation he’s genuinely crying over this idiot.
Honestly, can you blame him? He’s losing a person who held such a significance in his life. Nostalgia only continues to feed on him like a parasite, while trying his absolute best to live in the comfort of his ignorance.
These last few months of Planet only growing even more distant from him eventually brought him to this breaking point. Continuously thinking about the ‘What ifs?’, reminiscing the simple days of getting to know them, noisy conversations and the comfortable silence between the two,
everything just seemed to have caught up with Bacon, everything he’s suppressed, everything he’s tucked away in his mind with no intent looking back on.
Except, he didn’t wanna move on. He possibly couldn’t. Did he really hate Planet for acting like this isn’t such a big deal? Because here he is, up at an absurd hour only thinking about them and the past.
Maybe just this once he’ll let himself indulge. Drown himself in nostalgia, the old, warm and fuzzy feelings of memories with Planet, the late night grinding and conversations, the stupid blabbering and comments coming from the alien that never fail to place a smile on his deadpanned face.
He’ll let himself be vulnerable just this once, not bothering to dry out the tears that trickle against his cheeks, he’ll cry until he’s left empty, until there’s no conflicting and complicated thoughts left to tear him apart, he’ll run himself dry so he wouldn’t have to sulk about this again.
He knew that it’d be too much to keep to himself, yearning for the past and Planet felt excruciatingly painful, physically or mentally, he couldn’t tell the difference.Yearning for Planet felt so far out of reach, something so fragile in his hands, almost as they could slip away once he finally had Planet in his grasp.
It was driving him livid, he felt hopeless in this situation.
…Maybe it was best he was breaking down about this in the comfort of his own, nobody being up late at night, no one to hear him choke on his silenced sobs.
I miss you, Planet.
I miss how close we were, how much you meant to me, miss your.. Stupid remarks and nonsensical comments.
I don’t know how you can just throw it all away though. Sometimes I honestly thought I’ve come to understand you inside, and out. But I guess I’m wrong on that.
Wish you cared like I did, Planetlord.