thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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Finish what wasn't done.

...And you don't have any aspirations past that. At all.

[She scoffs.]

It's not like it's hard to figure out my aspirations. They ain't complex.

I'm just calling them as I see them based on what I'm looking at right now.

Exactly my point.

They took those aspirations away.

You still have people you can be with. And other places you can check out and look at.

Hell, your spades isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Really? And I'm supposed to believe that?

The big threat on my world was Lila. My big sister.

I remembered dealing with that one myself.

So... yeah. At this point, there's not much back home that could be a threat to me.

And we were immortal gods.

Contractually immortal. I've dealt with a lot worse.

[She scoffs.] Arrogant asshole.

And you know you love to hate it.

So? You're alive. I'm alive. We can hang out after.

And I'll have to kill your killer when it happens and continue the cycle until someone finally actually bothers to kill me.

So fatalistic... [Sigh..]

You don't have to do anything. Nobody makes you do stuff but you.

Well, if we did what I wanted, I wouldn't exist!

That's not true and you know it. You like existing. If you didn't you wouldn't be so mad at them for destroying what you had. People who don't want to exist would thank them for removing the attachments they had.

I liked existing because I had attachments!

And now that they're gone...I...I don't want to! I don't want to exist anymore!

[The scene changes.]

[Your phone pings again as you find yourself in front of a tall building.]

TG: thats the lab
TG: need to get on the roof
TG: theres a ladder down
TG: n also
TG: be a good friend

[And then it disconnected.]

[Which might be a bit vague except you can now also see a figure standing in between you and the building.]

[It’s Roxy. Standing there in a t-shirt, skirt, and leggings, her mother’s scarf wrapped around her. In her hand is a piece of glass covered in blood, her own clothes stained the same. Around her are bodies. The bodies of her friends and Rose.]

[She looks over her shoulder at you, and she’s smiling, but her eyes are empty. She turns to you, and perhaps you’ll realize the blood is HERS. She’s covered in jagged injuries, but nowhere vital. Those spots are covered in bands of tiamt-with-black, blue-with-orange, a vibrant red, three different blues, and green. She holds out the shard of glass.]

Kill me.

...Why?

[Be a good friend. Well. Friends don't usually let friends commit suicide but.]

Because I want to die.

But I can't get through the bindings anymore.

[...okay lets access the mindypowers and figure out what the fuck I can from this place.]

[i mean clearly things are inbalanced but.]

You don't want to die, Roxy. You're upset and you feel lonely, but you don't want to die.

[So much imbalance. Those bindings are acting as a counterweight though. And look, the purple with black one is connected right to you.]

[But there is a balancing act here. The void is a double edge sword, after all, being both the beginning and end. There's been plenty of beginning in the rest of the heart, but there's a lot of the end in Rage. In her in particular. There's loss, too much loss and hurt, and she wants it to end, so why not go to the one thing she wants that can't be taken? Not many could take away nothingness like she does.]

I do want to die.

[And at least for this part, it's not a lie.]

I see.

[He walks forward, takes the glass, and looks at it.]

Well... I can't kill you. Because even if you're a part of Roxy, and the part of her that does want to die, the rest of you is held back by the want not to die.

[So he. Hugs her.]

It's pretty spadesy of me, I know. But I won't kill you. Sorry.

[You're gonna be covered in more blood, sorry.]

[She tries to jerk back, trying to get out of his arms.]

Don't-!

[because i totally give a crap, A FRIEND NEEDS ME.]

You're my friend, and kind of my rival. And I like having you around.

Even if you don't like it.

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