Claimed Chat Group (Derlik Approved)

(exactly lol)

(so key to getting immunity of any god's wrath: either get adopted by Derlik or get Mother to love you forever)

(because both are one in the same if Derlik actually decides not to make your soul into something lol)

(Mhm. Which, the chances are slim for you not to be)
(99% of what he owns he'll claim he 'made himself' but we all know the truth)

(omg if we throw Astral in, Kye's gonna get so many guilt trips because Astral and Derlik are buddies, yeah? Well now that Derlik's gone soft… well… blame's gotta go somewhere)

Derlik hesitated, then nodded some.
"Okay," He finally said, giving in. He was too tired to try to argue otherwise, which wasn't a good thing. The god laid down on the boulder, letting out a soft breath as he closed his eyes.

Kye wished Derlik would just get himself a bed or something softer than that rock he always lounged upon. He sighed before bringing Blake closer to him again, along with his phone. He and Derlik obviously had matching models in the same color because it made him happy. He frowned, reading the update from Elliot.

Kye is typing…
Kye: did he literally fight for wren just to put him back where he was??? what the fuck?!

(Until Mother shows up to defend her Grandbaby-)

Elliot is typing…
Elliot: Um…
Elliot: Yeah, he did
Elliot: And, um, he might have asked me about how I knew about Wren, and…

Marcos is typing…
Marcos: It's not permanent, Kye. He just needs some time to recover from what Mother did.

(Yessss)

Kye is typing…
Kye: uh huh, and i bet you decided that for him didn't you?

Kye still had some grudges held against Marcos as he was the reason he was here in the first place. But… didn't he enjoy his life now? But all the things he did to Wren were unacceptable…! But… throughout the chat… didn't Wren still somewhat defend him? And then he wanted to kill himself through his dad… Oh gods, this whole thing was messed up.

Kye is typing…
Kye: sorry. i just want him to be happy. he never really was back home, y'know…?

It really was. Even Marcos had to admit everything about this was messed up, and he had no true idea how to start fixing it.

Marcos is typing…
Marcos: He wasn't really in a state where he could do much of anything, Kye.
Marcos: I… I want him to be happy too, you know. We're… we agreed we're going to try to work things out.

Kye is typing…
Kye: that's good at least. can i… come see him when he feels better…?
Kye: without dad though. that wouldn't go well.

Marcos is typing…
Marcos: Of course you can. I think it would be good for both of you.

Kye is typing…
Kye: as long as we don’t have to go in the library again.

Marcos is typing…
Marcos: No, no library.
Marcos: And, besides… the dogs aren't there anymore.

Kye is typing…
Kye: they're not…? what did you do with them…?

Marcos is typing…
Marcos: Mother decided they were too much.

(She might have found out Kye was scared of them and just,,, yeet)

(Oh god I forgot when Simon had that–)

(omg Kye's gonna feel so bad because they're still doggos and he likes doggos. Not those ones, but they still deserve love qwq)

Kye is typing…
Kye: do you miss them…?

Marcos is typing…
Marcos: Yes, I do.
**Marcos: I'm… sorry, that you had such a bad encounter with them. They really were sweet.

Astral is typing…
Astral: Oh, boo hoo. You lost your little guard dogs.

Kye was about to make a comment that he would ask Mother about getting them back when he read the second name that popped up on screen. He nearly dropped his phone. He had never really met Astral aside from being secretly taken along with Derlik once or twice to scare him. It was what Sy had said earlier. All the things that Astral did to people…
Kye quickly took Blake and his phone to move closer to Derlik. He didn't want to take any chances.

No one had come to Simon's door, thankfully. Mia looked up when she saw him react to something on his phone.
"What's wrong?" she asked, shifting in her seat.

Marcos is typing…

Astral is typing…
Astral: Simon, I think we're going to have to talk later. And if anyone puts their hand near my mouth I'll crush them into paste.

"S-Simon?" Mia quickly got up, going over to Simon's side to hug him.
"Simon, what's wrong? What happened?"

Mia's eyes widened, and she held Simon closer to herself.
"…shit…"

Marcos: Astral, no one is going to try anything.

Astral is typing…
Astral: Shut up, fuck hole. No one needs your opinion.

Mother is typing…

Kye continued to monitor the chat, scared with the way he was talking, even to other gods. He didn't like Marcos as much, but there was no need for him to be talked to like that. He felt a bit better, seeing a third party begin to type. Mother. She came to help.
Seeing as Marcos wanted to change, he thought he should ask the matriarch about getting his dogs back. If Derlik could change, then Marcos would be able to as well. Because Marcos never physically hurt Wren in addition to the mental stress.

Mother: Now, Astral, that is no way to talk to Marcos.
Mother: And if anyone touches my grandson or his friends again, all three of you will have to deal with the consequences.
Mother: Am I understood?

Marcos is typing…
Astral is typing…
Marcos: Yes Mother
Astral: Yes, Mother!

Mother is typing…
Mother: Good boys.
Mother: Kye, dear, is your father alright?