thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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[ not... very well. since he's pretty focused on her. and he's not going to assume something like a jacket or anything is going to actually cause him problems ]

[Welp.]

[What does he accidentally step on first?]

[ let's just say he catches on one of his own team colors. hi, Amalthea ]

[It's a dual sensation.]

[Suddenly you feel constricted, thorns digging into your body. Red vines that are painfully ripping your life out of you, bleeding you out, tearing your flesh, until finally...you die.]

[But another feeling at the same time.]

[There are hands on you. Cold, cold, before they shift, change into claws, digging into your flesh. But it feels like nothing. A nothingness that spreads, further and further until it consumes you and you’re no more.]

[Tick.]

[Heroic]

[Tock.]

[Just]

[BONG]

[You feel your body break down again, as it did for godtier, pulling, pulling everything back, until you snap back, whole, in the air. Completely fine.]

[ that thermos he was holding drops to the floor. hopefully it's not a material that'd shatter, but at the moment, he can't think beyond what he just felt. that pain, that feeling of infectious nothingness. even if he's fine after, even if he's put together again... there isn't that nirvana or enlightenment. he freezes and looks her ]

What...?

[ he hasn't yet realized what he nudged to cause that ]

[Man, this is why you have a sylladex, but nah, it doesn't break.]

[She just sits there.]

Everything is part of the room.

[ but he doesn't know how to use it, since he sucks ]

So if I touch anything, that'll happen again...?

[ looking around at all the items in there ]

[You're gonna just sylladex something on accident one day boy and then where will you be.]

Maybe. [Shrugs.] They differ.

[ . . . almost naked, remember? that's where he'll be. clothes in the sylladex for idiots like him ]

What are they exactly?

[You are a winner.]

[Shrugs.] You could find out.

By testing every one of them?

Maybe.

Depends on what you ask.

You get a bit more freedom, being new.

I was told I'm supposed to understand you. That was the point.

[ looks around at all these items ]

Does it help you somehow? Seeing other people experience this?

Sometimes.

Do you want to understand?

I do. Whatever it takes, if it'll help.

....red blood.

[ well, that's going to lead to him touching the red blood, as if it were a command ]

[You touched the red blood and suddenly there is knowledge in your head. You’re the last. You were always the last. The last of the human race dead centuries before, the last of your Neighborhood that burned down, the last of your universe, twice over, once from the Red Miles, another from the Reapers.]

[The last of your friends, of your family, with no more cheats, saves, tricks, or alternatives.]

[Forever the last one standing, little rogue Roxy.]

[Growing up on islands of graves and seas of blood.]

[Fifth time's the charm for you to really be the last of your whole reality. Fifth time to make it stick with no one left to save.]

[Finally, Roxy changes and you see it. The small wounds through her chest, and the bigger one just below her heart. The burns, blue lips and finger tips. The marks of vines around her body, and the pieces of her that just seem...missing.]

[Her eyes no longer yellow, but an eerie, blank white.]

[ left speechless for a while as the magnitude of all this sinks in. being new here, he hasn't had to deal with trauma games or remembering losing anyway. all he's been told is how his world has been destroyed, but he has no memories of it. she has the memories of the pain and loss and seeing everyone gone. and now he can feel it from her, too.

the problem is, she didn't just go through it once. numerous times, reliving this. all those painful memories locked inside. for all the fixing he has tried before now, this is an area that he doesn't know of any way to help or change. part of him wants to just try to destroy all these memories and erase it, but he knows that isn't the way to do it. that destroying this would destroy a part of Roxy that shouldn't disappear... no matter how painful and terrible it is.

at least. he's fairly sure of that. none of it makes sense. none of the things he's experienced. the weight of this room is heavy on him, especially with how exhausted he already is and all he can do is fall to his knees right now ]

This...

[ he can't speak. his voice is betraying him right now ]

...

[She sits up. Tilts her head.]

....

[She then stands, walking over, and taking the thermos from him if he'll let her.]

[ yeah, he won't stop her from doing that, just watching her blankly, at the moment ]

Do you want this, or do you want time to sort it out yourself?

[Her voice is....gentle, almost kind.]

You never had that easy of an option, did you?

[ he sounds so delicate, so fragile, just trying to find that sense that was driving him before ]

No, not really.

Nothing beyond what Life could manage, anyway.

Then it doesn't seem fair.

Even with that understanding, it still isn't the same. What you went through was worse.

[ glances at the thermos, then at her ]

Would you like some of it?

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