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DadSpy reveal

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He walked outside as it had more space and he wouldn’t disturb anybody with his thoughts. But as he was pacing around outside, he knocked right into Spy.


“Hey! Watch where you’re going, pal!” Scout yelped, stumbling back a step and not attempting to apologize. He’s not apologizing to Spy. Ever.


“Scout, I have something very important to tell you.” Spy looked worried, which he usually never does as he always has a confident and stuck up expression.


“What do you want now? To give me crap about my performance? Say that you hate me?” Scout glared at Spy.


“No.. that’s not what I wanted to say. Though, you did have bad performance on the last battle.” Spy added, which only made Scout’s annoyance worse.


“Spy, I am not in the fuckin mood for this shit.” Scout attempted to walk away but got grabbed by Spy. “Let me go!”


Spy's grip on Scout's arm tightened as he glared at him. Scout could feel the anger radiating off of him and it made him feel uncomfortable.


"You are never in the mood because you turn everything I say into an argument!" Spy's voice was low and dangerous, making Scout feel like he was being scolded by a parent.


"Because you are always an asshole! You constantly nag me about my performance or whatever I do!" he shot back, his own voice just as heated. Scout tried to yank his arm away from Spy's grip, but it was no use. Spy's grip only tightened further, making Scout wince in pain. He could feel the frustration building up inside of him.


"You never take anything seriously, Scout. You never take my advice." Spy spat out, his words laced with venom.


Scout's eyes narrowed as he glared back at Spy. "Oh, yeah? Well, at least I'm not a stuck-up, pretentious jerk who thinks he's better than everyone else!”


The two continued to argue, their voices growing louder and more heated with each passing moment.


Spy scoffed, his grip on Scout's arm loosening slightly. "I nag you because you need to improve, Scout. You can't keep making the same mistakes on the battlefield."


Scout yanked his arm out of Spy's grasp, shaking his head. "I know I need to improve, but you don't have to constantly remind me. It's not like I'm not trying."


"You call that trying? You barely did anything, because you are too stubborn to admit that you aren’t even trying! You could have done better," Spy said firmly. "But you didn't because you're lazy and don't take this seriously enough."


"I take this seriously!" Scout yelled back. "I just don't need you breathing down my neck all the time."


The two continued to argue back and forth, their voices getting louder and more heated.


Spy took a step forward, and Scout could see the rage simmering in his eyes. "My nagging is the only thing that keeps you from getting killed out there, you imbecile!"


"That's bullshit and you know it!" Scout spat back, feeling his own anger growing.


Spy let out a frustrated growl and shoved Scout away from him. "You're impossible to reason with!" he yelled. “I’m just trying to help you, Jeremy!” Spy shouted out on accident, his eyes widening once he realized what he had just said.


It went completely silent, Scout staring at Spy in disbelief.


“How do you know my name?”


“I, um…” Spy stumbled over his words, caught off guard by the sudden question. “I, ah, I’ve heard it around the base. That’s all.” The excuse wasn’t believable at all.


“Nobody calls me by that around base. Nobody even knows my real name, so how do you know it?” Scout raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Spy.


“Shit-.. I had to tell you something important before you started arguing with me. I- I’m your father.” Spy looked down at the floor, not wanting to know what Scout was going to say next.


"What-? No way. You know not to joke about my father, Spy. That isn't funny," Scout said, feeling his eyes watering a bit.


“I am not joking, mon fils. I’m serious.” Spy’s voice shook as he said this.


“N-no. I don’t believe you!” Scout felt a tear go down his face.


Spy took a step closer to Scout, his hand outstretched as if he wanted to comfort him. But Scout pushed him away, feeling betrayed and hurt.


“Don’t touch me! You can’t just show up and claim to be my dad after all these years,” Scout said, his voice cracking.


Spy sighed deeply, knowing that this was going to be a difficult conversation. “I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while now, trying to find the right moment to tell you.”


Scout shook his head, still not wanting to accept the truth. “Why should I believe you? You lie all the time, Spy.”


Spy looked at him with a mix of sadness and regret. “I know I have not been the best role model for you, but I want to make it up to you. I want to be there for you, Jeremy.”


Scout scoffed, wiping the tears from his eyes. “You can’t just show up and expect me to accept you as my dad. It doesn’t work like that.”


“You don’t have to forgive me, but-”


“You were a deadbeat father! You left me and ma all alone! I needed a father figure and you just- you just- LEFT!” Scout felt himself start to cry more, tears rolling down his face uncontrollably.


Spy felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he watched Scout cry. He had known this conversation was going to be difficult, but he had never imagined it would be this bad. "I know, Jeremy. I was a terrible father. I should have never left you and your mother like that. But please, hear me out. I have my reasons, and I want to make it up to you." Spy's voice was gentle, but firm. He stepped closer to Scout.


But, Spy wasn’t paying attention as Scout grabbed out his bat and hit Spy with it as harsh as he could. It hit Spy’s hand and all anybody could hear was a sickening CRACK followed by a yelp. “C'est quoi ce bordel!” Spy shoved his hand away, back to his chest. Spy was pretty sure Scout just broke his hand.


Scout continued to swing the bat at Spy, fueled by anger and hurt. "You don't get to just waltz back into my life and act like everything is okay! You don't get to hurt me and my mom and then just expect us to forgive you!" he yelled, swinging the bat wildly. Spy winced in pain as the bat hit him again, this time on his shoulder.


Scout put down his bat, it hit the ground with a thud and he glared at Spy who stepped away from him holding his hand to his chest. Scout was breathing heavily as tears kept rolling down his face.


At the wrong moment, somebody walked over and a familiar voice spoke up, “Hey Scout- I was wondering where you we- BLOODY HELL!”


(there is a proper ending to this but it’s embarrassing)


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this is amazing


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