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I’d sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin’ you near
In spite of a warnin’ voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear:
Don’t you know, little fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality.
But each time that I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
‘Cause I’ve got you under my skin.

voiced a part of wahts it to u because i was bored loooool, first time trying something like this

man it’d be cool if i could get a dirk to help me out and splice his own voice into this too

i cleaned it up because my microphone buzzes but i’m sure it still sounds like shit OH WELL ENJOY

from this fanfic, for those who are new: http://archiveofourown.org/works/347649

transcript(or close to it, i improvised in a few places):

I’m such a ssssstupid bitch.

Nnnnno l-love for Lalonde. Ev…everyone has their ssstupid little… someone.

Oooh Mmmmister English, ooooh~ Y-y-you’re sostrooong an’ so haaandsome n’ soooo dreeee~eeamy.

Oho, J-Jane. You’re s-s-so beautiful a-an’ SMASHING an’ ono my f-fuckin’… KERCHIEF an’ skulls or wha-th-fuck-EVER. CERULEAN BAAABES. Allow me t’sweep you off your fuckin’ FEET.

An’ fuckin’… STRIDER. Tha’ damn LOSER. MWAH M-MWAH MWAH, JAAANE~~ OOH B-BUT NO, I MUSTN’T FUCKIN’ EVEN THINK ABOUT HER. I L-LOVE HER BUT I’M TOO FUCKIN’ COOL TO SAY ANYTHIN’ TO HERRR. DERP DERP. ROBOTS.

NO ONE. FUCKING. LOVES. LALONDE.

Sh-should I fuckin’… suffocate, Jake? Will you l-love me then?

W-wouldn’ I look g-good blue, Jake?

O-or you, Mister S-Strider. Would I s-suit y’better if I tore my fuckin’ heart out like onna yer robots?

Or you, Janey. N-not even you can escape this. You’re all like… fuckin’… everyone has eyes for you. I’m wise to yer fuckin’ game, Janey-poo. I’M SO. FUCKIN’. WISE!

(tearing up pictures.)

God-fuckin-dammit I hate myself.

(phone rings.)

Who th’ f-fuck is this and what d’you fuckin’ want?

S-Strider.

What th’fuck do you want? How did you even get this number?

Sh-shut up. Wh-what do you want?

Wha th’fuck d’you care, Strider? Yer th’same as those oth’r fuckers. Off in yer own little world, pinin’ over yer dear, sweeeeeet Jane.

Th’fuck does it sound like ‘m doin’?

I fuckin’ stepped on broken glass, okay? ‘m tryina get it out.

Too late f’r that, captain hindsight.

Why th’fuck should I listen t’you? All you fuckin’ do is boss people around. Do as I SAY, Lalonde. Get yer own fuckin’ uranium, Jake. Stop bein’ so FUCKIN’ ADORABLE, Jane!

‘m so damn tired of everyone tellin’ me what t’do, tellin’ me what to feel…

Easy f’someone that doesn’t… care ‘bout anyone else…

‘m a fuckin’ mess… ‘m never happy anymore. I always f-fuckin’ drink…

S-so… so it’s easier for me t-t’pretend that I’m happy…

No one knows… My mom d-doesn’ care about me… I mean I think she wants me t’drink. H-how can you do that to yer own kid? She l-lets me drink. An’ ignores me. All my friends are in love with each other. Has anyone ever stopped to think that maybe I love one of y-you guys, too?

An’ I only mack so much on Jane’s dad because I… I know he c-can’t hear me. It’s harmless. No one is hurt b-but me.

I j-just… W-want someone t’love me…

I don’t dream anymore, Strider… ‘m… worried ‘bout what Jane s-said to me about Jake… He d-doesn’t… his d-dream self…

Does that mean… ‘f I fall… I won’ wake up again?

Yer ridiculous!

Ya? All y’do is bitch at me online. Y’call me stupid. Y’get reallllly annoyed with me. Y’never seem to actually wanna talk t’me when I wanna talk t’you. Maybe something’s wrong, Strider. Why th’fuck else would I talk to you? Because I like feeling like shit and being degraded with your big words and your s-stupid irony?

W-well isn’t… isn’t this ironic, Strider?

Would falling be ironic? Would that be just too damn ironic for you?

But what ‘f I want to…? I jus’… fall?

C-can I… be with Jake then? Can I be with anyone?

Have you m-met your dream self, Strider? Have you woken up, I mean?

Jane tells me Prospit is beautiful. Even the f-funerals.

I’m a little upset… That I haven’t s-seen it yet. If I c-close my eyes… will I see it…?