Luna: Grips brush tightly Why'd you come? Miss me that much, huh?
FunChase
I'll always miss you...but you're right...I missed my best friend too
lets out a sarcastic laugh Oh, well thank you, Captain Obvious! It's been so long, I almost forgot what you look like.
FunChase
What do you want?
throws the brush onto the table What I want? I want answers, FunChase!
FunChase
ok what are your questions
crosses arms, pacing back and forth Alright, listen up, FunChase. First off, why did you ghost me? No calls, no texts, nothing!
FunChase
i was told if i called you or texted you that if we were in any sort of contact that they would kill you
raises an eyebrow Kill me? Are you fucking kidding me? Who's "they"? What did you get yourself involved in, FunChase? Spill it!
FunChase
I didn't want to involve you...but you and I were on the Pentagon's most wanted list
quickly interjects The Pentagon? What the hell did we do, FunChase? Blow up a government building or something?
FunChase
no...you were considered a flight risk because of your bipolar disorder
rolls her eyes Oh, great! Just because I have bipolar disorder, that makes us terrorists now? What is this, some twisted government conspiracy?
FunChase
no...that's just what the data said
frustratedly runs her hands through her hair Data? You think this is a fucking data experiment?
FunChase
no...i wish it was...the government just didn't want to take the risk of you disappearing
slams her fist on the table Disappear? You think I'm some kind of ghost? Some elusive entity that they needed to keep tabs on?
FunChase
no...i just meant that they didn't want you to flee the country or something like that
Luna demands proof from FunChase about their claims
FunChase
i don't have proof...just what the head of the pentagon told me
narrows her eyes The head of the Pentagon? Are you shitting me? That guy's more slippery than a fish on ice.
FunChase
he didn't want me to tell you...but i trusted you
leans in closer, voice low and intense Trusted me? You expect me to believe that after you ghosted me for God knows how long?
FunChase
i only ghosted you for 4 months
Four months? snorts Four months of not knowing where the hell you were or if you were even alive!
FunChase
i tried contacting you before, during, and after my time in the Pentagon
snatches her phone from her pocket Well, let's see those texts or emails, shall we? Show me the goddamn proof, FunChase!
FunChase
i still have my phone that's in the pentagon
rolls her eyes Of course, you do. Because clearly, you were just too busy being a spy to check in on your poor, neglected girlfriend.
FunChase
no...i was trying to find the right time to tell you
throws her phone onto the table, breathing heavily Time to tell me what? That you've been living a double life?
FunChase
no...when i went to the Pentagon i was told i had to cut all ties or risk getting you killed...i was afraid to tell you because i thought they were telling me that to mess with me
pauses, takes a deep breath Look, FunChase, I get it. You were scared. But fear shouldn't have made you disappear like that.
FunChase
i know...i know...i'm sorry...please...can you forgive me?
Forgive you? sighs heavily Forgiveness isn't a simple thing, FunChase. It's not something you just magically conjure up.
FunChase
i know...i know...i'm a piece of shit...please...just give me one chance
looks away, conflicted One chance? Fine. But don't expect forgiveness overnight. We have a long way to go, FunChase.
FunChase
thank you...so...what should i do?
narrows her eyes First things first, FunChase. You need to prove to me that you're serious about this.
FunChase
ok...what should i do
leans in closer, voice firm You're going to cut all ties with the Pentagon. No more secrets, no more lies.