[OPEN] Childish anger intensifies

[stupidmammon]

Sender: Mammon
To: Everyone
Subject: Journal Text

[ Enjoy his cutesy comic sans like hand writing. ]



I. CAN'T. TAKE IT ANYMORE!

WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE VALUABLES IN THIS PLACE?! NOT A CENT. NOT A GRIMM. NOT A SINGLE MORSEL OF MONETARY VALUE.

HOWS ANYONE SUPPOSE TO LIVE LIKE THIS?!



I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Comments

[stupidmammon]

Saaataaaan~!

[ Mammon's head perks up from the couch in their livingroom. He gives him a big dumb grin as he sets his journal to the side. ]

[angelbirth]

[ If Mammon weren't his brother, and if Satan hadn't known him for his entire life, Satan would almost find him sweet. Satan swiftly crosses the room, his expression fairly neutral as if he's still deciding if he wants to yell at him or hit him. ]

Hey. So you really are hurting for Grimm, aren't you?

[ It's not like Mammon spent the Grimm anywhere, that's for sure. ]

[stupidmammon]

Absolutely! It feels like my whole soul is just slowly slippin' away ya know? Lil bits of Mammon all floatin' into the air!

[angelbirth]

[ Satan untucks his journal from under his arms and grips it firmly in both hands. He gets it. He does. He empathizes very deeply with Mammon who, like Satan, hasn't been able to indulge himself in his favorite things. ]

There wasn't any Grimm in your Christmas stocking? None at all?

[stupidmammon]

Well... I mean Santa gave me some grimm in my stocking...! But that wasn't nearly enough.

[angelbirth]

Oh.

[ On one hand, he logically understands that he made it clear when he put the box full of Grimm into Mammon's stocking that it was "from Santa Claus." So, obviously, this is an insult to Santa Claus, not him. On the other hand -- well, there isn't time to think about the other hand because he went from 50 to 5000 real quick. ]

You--

[ And, with every bit of strength he has, he swings his journal directly at Mammon's dumb, stupid, greedy face. ]

--stupid bastard!!

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon lets out the loudest yelp as he tries to put his hands up to block another attack. ]

Wh-what the hell did I do?!

[angelbirth]

You ungrateful little worm! What do you mean it wasn't enough?

[ Just in case it wasn't obvious that Satan was mad, he's shifted to demon form along with that accusation. And to think! Oh, how wonderful it is to be a demon born from emotion in a world where emotions are way too influential. ]

I can't believe you have the audacity to say that to my face! I'd say our ceiling is missing some decoration, but I'd rather hang you up in pieces instead of just upside down, you selfish, brainless twit!!

[stupidmammon]

Wh-what the hell!? Why are you so damn mad?!

[ Mammon was about ten seconds away from hopping over the back of this couch just to put some space between them. ]

It ain't like I was talkin' about you!

[angelbirth]

[ Ten seconds? Mammon is feeling incredibly brave!! ]

It--

[ Very briefly, it occurs to him that to Mammon it must look like he's angry over Mammon not showing Santa Claus enough appreciation. The moment is barely around the length of a millisecond because right now he doesn't care. ]

--doesn't matter. So what if you're not talking about me specifically? Who are you to shit-talk a gift you got in your dumbass stocking? Perhaps instead of Grimm, Santa Claus should have given you the coal you deserved!!

[stupidmammon]

Woah now! I'm an absolute delight! Santa would never give me coal cause I'm such a great older brother obviously!

[ He's got such a big bark for someone trying to avoid getting hit again. ]

[angelbirth]

You're a--

[ Whatever the nearest piece of furniture is -- probably a little table -- it's getting kicked over. ]

--you're a WHAT?!

[stupidmammon]

[ ASDFGHJKL

Mammon quickly jumps over the back side of the couch to put something between them. He hadn't seen Satan this pissed off since he stole one of his favorite books back home and sold it for some extra cash. ]

S-Satan calm down you're gonna set our house on fire!

[angelbirth]

Don't tell me what to do! Just who do you think you are?! And don't say the Great & Amazing Mammon, my wonderful older brother because that's a fucking lie. I'm serious - you have three seconds to give me a reason to not wrap your entire body in rope and dangle you from the ceiling for the rest of eternity!! You ungrateful bastard!

[stupidmammon]

You can at least tell me why you're so pissed before threatenin' to hang me from the ceiling!

[ He's been slowly walking backwards. ]

[angelbirth]

So you're not even listening in the first place?!

[stupidmammon]

You said I was bein' ungrateful! But what the hell am I bein' ungrateful for?!

[angelbirth]

[ Satan moves around the couch to advance on him. At least it's a slow advance. ]

I already told you, but I guess there's not much going on in that empty head of yours. Actually, I take it back -- I'm surprised, considering you were getting pissy about not getting enough Grimm in your stocking.

[stupidmammon]

O-Oooi! Don't put words in my mouth! If I'm gettin' pissy about anything it's that this place ain't got nothin' for me! And what the hell do you care about me criticizin' santa?! You his new little helper or somethin??

[angelbirth]

[ Satan has entered multitask mode and has jumped to conclusions for several different things. ]

You know what, Mammon? You're not even worth arguing with.

[ His anger hasn't subsided at all, and so it takes a herculean effort to shift out of his demon form. But he does so. Not because being in one form or the other is more beneficial to him, but rather so he can pretend like he has some semblance of control over his anger if he's not in his demon form. ]

The truth is that I didn't get Grimm in my stocking, but even someone as stupid as you could have figured that out. But I did arrive here with Grimm, Grimm you'll never find.

[ Because, you know, Mammon already has it. ]

You've made it quite clear that as greedy as you are, you're ungrateful for what you're given, so there's no point in telling you where it is.

[ Satan folds his arms and stares pointedly away. At least he's stopped advancing on Mammon. ]

And also, you can starve. Get your own food from now on.

[stupidmammon]

S-Satan...? S-Satan you don't really mean that, right? C-C'mon Satan! Say you're just kidding!

[ He really didn't mean to come off as so rude and ungrateful like he did. It's just the greed in him has been growing more and more it felt like. Every day they spent here this feeling bubbled up in him even further with no way to release it. ]

I-I'll go apologize to Santa!

[angelbirth]

I don't care whether or not you apologize to Santa Claus. If you can manage it, I know it'll only be so you can make sure you're on the "nice list" or whatever. But knowing you, even if you're on the nice list, you'll last for maybe a day or two.

So, in short - it's a waste of time no matter what.

[stupidmammon]

I don't care about bein' on the stupid nice list!

[ Okay, he cares a little. Because if he's not, Santa won't give him more gifts but— ]

I care about you not bein' so pissed at me!

[angelbirth]

I'm pretty sure you care about the fact you're on your own for managing food.

[stupidmammon]

Y-you weren't joking... were you?