... The first time I died I tried to tell my brother the same thing. We were always arguing, and unlike me, he remembered the whole time how our father died because he was protecting me. He should have resented me, should be glad to have me gone. But do you know what he said?
I wasn’t. I wasn’t there when it happened. That’s what pisses me off the most. That’s why I have to go to the real world where he is now and punch him in the face.
[ well that's nice, now your hands are going to be absolutely soaked in tears, buddy ]
Good! I-I know! I know you will!!
[ but it still doesn't stem her crying: the fact that everyone turned on him immediately, that they voted him to die, that every day someone else she loves gets torn away from her...
Punching through the story and bringing back everyone in the daycare is cold comfort to her right now. She's trying so hard to look up, to persevere to the happy ending she knows they'll make, but it doesn't keep her from feeling awful right now, regardless of how optimistic her words are. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
no subject
You're impossible.
... The first time I died I tried to tell my brother the same thing. We were always arguing, and unlike me, he remembered the whole time how our father died because he was protecting me. He should have resented me, should be glad to have me gone. But do you know what he said?
no subject
no subject
And then do you know what he did right before I got here? He went and died himself. Who fucking does that? After saying something like that.
no subject
But I bet he was glad to have someone with him, all the way to the end of his life.
no subject
I wasn’t. I wasn’t there when it happened. That’s what pisses me off the most. That’s why I have to go to the real world where he is now and punch him in the face.
no subject
Well, you're gonna! I'll make sure of it. I'll drag you out of the daycare myself if I have to and curl your hand into a fist to punch him!
no subject
Tch! Worry about your own damn self first!
no subject
no subject
[He reaches up to grab Mabel's face with both hands.]
Fine then! How about this!? I promise you we'll be back! We'll break out of daycare even if we have to punch out the story itself, alright??
no subject
Good! I-I know! I know you will!!
[ but it still doesn't stem her crying: the fact that everyone turned on him immediately, that they voted him to die, that every day someone else she loves gets torn away from her...
Punching through the story and bringing back everyone in the daycare is cold comfort to her right now. She's trying so hard to look up, to persevere to the happy ending she knows they'll make, but it doesn't keep her from feeling awful right now, regardless of how optimistic her words are. ]