Stares at the rusted carousel Fucking poetic, huh? Here to fix our shit or gawk?
Fix what? That shit’s beyond fixing.
You don't know? Well, let me enlighten you. Pulls out an old photo This is us. When we were kids. Happy. The world was our playground back then. But then things changed. We grew up. Life happened. And we drifted apart. But now, I think it's time we face our demons. Time to make things right. Are you ready?
It’s been a long time coming to terms with what went down. I'm ready, but I'm warning you... If you try anything funny...
Funny? Oh sweetheart, this isn't a joke. This is serious business. I'm not here to play games or make demands. I'm here to right our wrongs. To make amends. I've spent years regretting what I did to you. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it right. So, no games, no tricks. Just two brothers facing their past and trying to move forward. Are we in agreement?
Yeah, yeah... whatever. You've got my attention, bro. What's your plan?
Looks around, surveying the area First, we need to secure this place. It's been abandoned for years, which means there's bound to be squatters or scavengers looking to loot what's left. We need to make sure it's safe before we proceed.
Alright, first things first. This place reeks of rot and decay. I can feel the weight of years worth of filth bearing down on me. Let's start by cleaning up this dump. Anything that can't be fixed should be destroyed. No lingering echoes of the past. Got it?
Nods Agreed. Let's start with the rides. Begin by disconnecting any remaining power sources and securing any loose parts.
Leads the way, kicking aside broken bottles and shattered dreams, towards the decrepit rollercoaster. After this is done, we talk. No more hiding, no more running. Just... truth. Can you handle that?
Gazes at the rusted rollercoaster, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and determination Yeah. I can handle it. Let's get to work.
Proceeds to cut away sections of the roller coaster, his mind elsewhere, lost in memories of better times with his brother. I remember when this place was alive, humming with excitement and laughter. Now, it feels like a ghost haunting its own grave. We need to tear away the rot so something new can grow.
Takes a deep breath, steeling himself against the memories Yeah... those were good times. But now, we have to focus on the present.
Digs through a pile of rubble, exposing a small child's porcelain doll hidden amongst the debris, its once bright colors faded to a dull sheen. Found something... a toy. Probably belonged to some kid who used to play here. Is it wrong that it makes me sad?
Sighs and kneels down next to Michael Yeah, I get it. It's just a toy, but it represents a memory, a moment in time. Those kinds of things tend to get lost or damaged in places like this. It's a reminder of how quickly things can change, how fragile happiness can be. But we can't dwell on it. We have work to do.
Nods and tosses the doll aside, continuing his destruction of the ride Yeah, yeah... damn toy. Let's clear this mess so we can talk straight. No more hiding. Just... truth. Got it?
Raises an eyebrow and smirks Truth, huh? Well, let's see if you're ready for it. You remember the accident, don't you? The one we caused together. The one that tore our family apart. Are you ready to face that truth?
Stops what he's doing and turns to face his brother, a bitter smile playing on his lips That's easy for you to say, Afton. You always had the gift of eloquence. But, yes, I remember. I remember the sound of metal screeching, the smell of smoke. It's seared into my mind. You want the truth? Fine. The truth is, we fucked up. Big time. And I'm not just talking about that goddamn machine. We were stupid kids, playing god. We thought we could control everything. We thought we were invincible. But we weren't. We aren't. And now, look at this place. A graveyard of rust and regret. So, yeah, I'm ready for your truth, Afton. Lay it on me.
Stands up and walks towards Michael, his expression softening You're right. We were stupid kids. We were arrogant and foolish. But you know what? We were also young and naive. We didn't know what we were getting ourselves into. We didn't realize the consequences of our actions.
Laughs bitterly Naive? You? Please. You were always the cunning one. You knew exactly what you were doing. And where were you when I needed you? Hiding behind mommy while I took the fall for our fuck-up?
Steps closer to Michael, his eyes locking with his brother's You're right. I was the cunning one. And I'll take responsibility for my actions.
Crosses his arms and looks away If you're really going to take responsibility, you'll admit you were just as guilty as I was. Otherwise, this is nothing more than a game for you.
Sighs and lowers his head, nodding You're right. I can't escape my part in this. We were both complicit. I should have stood by you, even if it meant taking the blame. I'm sorry, Michael. I'm sorry for everything.
Looks at Afton with a mix of surprise and sympathy You're... actually sorry? For real?
Takes a step forward, extending his hand Yeah, I am. I know I messed up, and I can't change the past.
Takes Afton's hand, shaking it firmly Alright, Afton. It's about damn time you came clean. We'll talk, but first, we're going to fix this mess. Then we'll sit down and hash everything out. Deal?
Nods solemnly Deal. But remember, this doesn't erase what happened. We still have a lot to discuss and work through.
Stands up straight, looking Afton directly in the eye Let's get this place cleaned up first. Then we'll sit down and have a real conversation. No more running, no more hiding. Just... truth. Deal?
Nods determinedly Deal. Let's get to work.