“Okay, so I was a big time art critic, like a real deal big shot!” Motif beamed with wild gesture. “Everybody listened to every little thing I said about whatever fucking new museum exhibit or artist or whatever the fuck.” Motif grinned and winked at no one, for no discernible reason.
“And back then I was, like, real serious. Kinda like Thesis, actually. All furrowed eyebrows and fucking professional language, all day long. A real pretentious snob.” Motif was talking very, very quickly. Sequel had turned his head slightly to look at him.
“In the fine art world I had, like, a fuckton of power. I made careers, I broke careers, I really regret doing that, actually, some of the people I said I didn’t like were actually really good. And besides, art is subjective and all that so I don’t really know why people thought my opinion meant anything.” He paused his rapid fire to laugh.
“And the secret to all of it was that I was really just making everything up! I didn’t know shit and nobody even noticed! If you keep throwing your opinion out there enough, eventually people listen and then once they listen they don’t stop! Your word is god and you can get away with any veto to your bible!” Motif was getting more and more excited, incorporating wild gestures into it.
“Now, I’d like to say that I had some big fall or something where someone found out that I was a fraud, but I didn’t. I pretty much just kept up that bullshit persona and reputation until the world decided to go fuck itself. Never did get the chance to apologize to those poor artists, but oh well, they’re all dead now!” Motif exclaimed and abruptly stopped, throwing his arms into the air. His smile was unnaturally large and his eyes were wide open.
“Did you get all that?” Agony deadpanned.
“You talk so fast, Motif.” Duenna wagged her finger, “You can’t expect people to sit through all that all at once.”
“It’s a fairly common tactic used by both children and those with a fundamental fear, it allows them to get through any unpleasantness quickly” Thesis proclaimed. Agony smacked him on the back of the head again.
“That wasn’t even directed at you!” He said to her.
“Yeah, but… you have a very hittable visage.” Agony shrugged. Thesis muttered something under his breath.
“I have a question.” Duenna piped up, “Why did you not interrupt and criticize Motif through his story, like you did for each other, and myself.?” She asked haughtily. Agony and Thesis glanced at each other briefly.
“He kind of criticizes himself.” Agony said, “I suppose it makes sense, he was a critic after all.”
“He’s also very self aware, far less to unpack with him.” Thesis muttered defensively. Duenna harrumphed, but made no further comment on the matter.
Hi! This is Pony! PAI recently got to 100 likes! To celebrate I made a video (a music comic to be specific) about Agony and her past. It's up on my wall! Enjoy!
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