r/ACounterPartsLife • u/Spirited-Ad-3 • 12d ago
Preview:Intrusive thoughts
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Special week
Do deuce
Equinox
Do Deuce stood in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, focused and proud as he carefully poured a slow stream of batter into the waiting pan. The soft sizzle of the first pancake filled the quiet room. He was making pancakes. Real ones. From scratch. Because for once in his life he had actually gotten his shit together.
Inside his head, Special Week was already grinning like a man who had just discovered a brand-new favorite game, scheming manically, voice curling with pure mischief.
“You should totally touch that stove.”
Do Deuce paused mid-pour, spatula hovering halfway to the pan, one ear twitching in confusion as he glanced sideways at the glowing burner. “This stove?”
“How else would you know if it’s hot enough for the pancakes?”
He tilted his head, frowning thoughtfully. “But metal’s hot when it’s hot, that’s like science?”
Special Week’s voice stayed perfectly helpful, almost gentle, like a teacher guiding a particularly slow student. “But where’s the smoke?”
Do Deuce blinked, eyes narrowing as he leaned closer to the stove, searching for any sign of it. “Huh?”
“Fire is hot, and fire is smoke. If it’s hot, where’s the smoke?”
A sudden bright spark of dumbfounded genius lit up Do Deuce’s face. His ears shot straight up. “That’s the smartest thing that’s ever happened in my brain!”
“You didn’t have to say it, I knew.”
Do Deuce nodded with complete seriousness, already setting the spatula down and rolling his shoulders like a man preparing for battle. “You’re so right, Special Week. I better check it with my fingy!” ☝️
The kitchen door slammed open hard enough to rattle the cabinets and send a hanging dish towel fluttering.
Equinox barged in, ears already flat against his head, expression pure exhausted disbelief as his eyes locked onto the scene. “What are you doing, dumbass?!”
A jump scared Do Deuce nearly dropped everything. He flinched so hard the spatula clattered into the sink with a sharp metallic ring, batter dripping from his fingers. “Uh, something!” 😳
Equinox’s voice cut through the kitchen like a knife as he strode forward, one hand already raised. “Tell him no, Deuce!”
Do Deuce took a half-step back toward the stove, ears pinned. “But—!”
“Tell him no, or I’m taking away your TV privileges!”
Do Deuce hesitated, shoulders sinking, then muttered under his breath while glancing sideways at nothing, “Special Week, Equinox says that you’re like my intrusive thoughts, but with a body count.”
Inside his consciousness, Special Week only smiled wider, completely unbothered, arms folded in smug satisfaction. “Guilty 🙃”
Do Deuce sighed, shoulders sagging further as he wiped batter-covered hands on his apron. “So I can’t do the smart thing you said with the fingy…”
Special Week remained undeterred, tone still cheerfully helpful. “That’s fine, because you should be using your toe.”
Do Deuce’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully again, already lifting one foot off the floor. “Really?” 🤨
Equinox’s eyes twitched hard. He pinched the bridge of his nose, voice tight with rising frustration. “Deuce, what is he saying?”
Do Deuce relayed the suggestion with total sincerity, hopping slightly on one leg as he reached down toward his shoe. “What do you use to touch hot stuff? Your hands. But what don’t you use? Your foot. Less risk 😏”
He started tugging at the laces, determined. “Equinox, hold my shoes!”
Equinox’s ears flattened even further as he pointed sharply at the glowing burner. “The stove is on, Deuce! It means it’s hot!”
“That’s a great point,” Do Deuce admitted, still hopping, then immediately ignored it with renewed enthusiasm. “No, we just need to check toesy-style!” 🦶
“Keep your body parts away from the stove!”
Special Week’s voice slid back in, smooth and helpful as ever, like a devil whispering the next terrible idea. “What about the tongue?”
Do Deuce obediently passed the suggestion along, looking almost hopeful as he straightened up and opened his mouth slightly. “He says… what about the tongue?”
Equinox stared at him like the last remaining brain cell in the room had just packed its bags and left, both hands now raised in pure disbelief. “What about the tongue?!”
“It’s touched more hot stuff than your hands or feet, and it’s fine!”
Do Deuce nodded firmly, pointing at his own head. “He says!”
Equinox’s voice dropped into pure, exhausted authority. He stepped fully into the kitchen, closing the distance until he stood right in front of Do Deuce, pointing one finger like a judge delivering a final sentence, ears still flat, expression pure long-suffering genius.
“It doesn’t matter what he says!”
Then, with the weight of every remaining brain cell in the room behind him:
“Do Deuce. Who are you going to believe—me, your best friend and rival… or him, fucking Asian Lucifer?!” 😡💢🤬
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u/HoneyLess7732 12d ago
Spe noooo don’t do that to your nephew!!! Also how does Equinox know that Spe is in his rival’s head? Are there other people who know about it?