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It's Not Your Fault -EriSol-Your name is Eridan Ampora and you are so terribly alone. You are as alone as you were in your lifetime. None of your memories satisfy you- they only bring pain, because they usually involve Feferi or some other poor soul that you destroyed. So you prefer to stare at the purple tinged void around you, hugging your knees and blinking your white, blank eyes.
You miss Feferi. You miss Kanaya. You miss everyone. You wonder if they're dead like you. You wonder what you set into motion back at the lab.
But it's all out of your hands now. You're dead and nobody cares. Some might even be glad you're dead; relieved.
It's no less painful in a dream bubble than in reality.
You wish you could die again, to end the eternity you will spend in this dream bubble. You sniff, staring at a star in the Furthest Ring before suddenly a memory interjects in your peaceful- or peaceless- void. Your purple gives way to the shore, ocean breeze ruffling your hair slightly. You wonder what's going on before you re
You're My Hero -DavexTerezi-Terezi remembered her last moments. She remembered hearing the screams as the rest of her friends were slaughtered, running around aimlessly, feeling helpless. She couldn't have done anything, even if she had been able to see Bec Noir flying towards her, even if she had seen the sword before it pierced her stomach, teal blood spilling everywhere as she coughed.
She remembered grasping at the hole in her stomach as she fell backwards, trying to keep upright though she knew her fate was sealed. Her glasses slipping off of her face, crushed under Bec's foot as he strode off to kill someone else.
She remembered gasping for air, drowning in her own blood.
She remembered hearing footsteps and the faint, frantic calling of her name.
She remembered opening her eyes, still not able to see, and feeling a light feeling. Feeling like she was happy. Feeling something underneath her. She realized it was a bed as she slowly sat up, listening closely for anything that might tip off what her surroundin
Reciprocation -DavexTerezi-Your name is Dave Strider and you feel empty. You feel as if you are worthless. You feel as if you screw everything up.
You feel as if there is a large hole in your life, a hole that nobody has been able to fill.
You feel as if you are extremely alone.
And you know that this is most likely true.
You rise out of bed, even though your alarm clock reads just now seven thirty five. You stretch, looking out at the bluing sky before heading down the long hallway of the house you share with your older-brother-slash-father. You stop in front of the third door on the left- the one with a horribly drawn Libra sign hanging on it. You sigh as you carefully open it, peeking inside the bedroom and looking around at the perpetual mess.
Most of the items in the room are red, and there is chalk strewn everywhere. On the blackboard that you slaved over for hours to get painted onto the wall there are many red sketches, though some of them are white and yellow and some other color that the troll curled u
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