Iāve heard people complaining about this but I wanted to throw my hat in the ring with how this could be really compelling if you let it be, so I decided to try my hand at one of these types of posts. Spoilers for Deltarune below.
You would've just moved into a new small town. You had managed to start up a convenience store and were working your way up in the world already (at least, thatās what they knew). You had ended up meeting a lovely older woman. You two hit it off immediately. She gets your sense of humour perfectly and is able to throw more than a few jokes back at you, something you admire. It's obviously not love but it's a start.
And then you learned she's got an ex-husband, with kids to boot. You weren't intimidated, (you ran a whole store, you had the responsibility) you would make her days better and keep the fridge stocked (at least mostly, if not for your favourites) and you two could stay up all night joking and laughing and maybe getting a bit too drunk but it'll end up all right. You'd have already met her youngest and while they were never your biggest fan, you could understand the reasoning. (you didn't exactly know things would get more serious between you and their mom when you made that poorly timed mom-lover joke) Either way, you'd keep things light, maybe try to help out the kid on their third-wheeling trip during the festival, but mostly just let their mom handle the interactions.
Either way, this woman made you really happy. You're pretty sure you made her happy too. There's a chance you had promised her a lot. Promised that town a lot. Maybe you were thinking of introducing her to your brother. Maybe you already had. Maybe things were going your way for once. `
And then something happens.
You're somewhere completely different. There's a ceiling above you no matter where you walk, with stuffy air and cold and snow when you were just enjoying autumn, and everyone is familiar, but they aren't, but they are. You just wanna go home.
Your home stays the same. At least you think. You hope. Your brother is the same. Or maybe he's different. You love him all the same, but it feels different. Is it? Still, he's your brother. You just wanna go back and run the store, having to work be damned.
Your store's still run by the previous guy. He's not putting it up for sale anytime soon, and you'd never make him. At least he has a damn fine ketchup though, and it's the closest thing to the food you used to love. So you go there everyday. Maybe if you close your eyes at the counter, you could imagine you're back there. In fact, that's what you model your work station after too. Might as well. You just want to see her again.
The cherry on top is that she's gone. Sure, you only knew each other a couple days but she made you happy, and maybe it'd be a comfort. You don't know. All you know is that everything's gone. The only thing you have to remember anything by is a poorly drawn scribble of three kids, one of them hers. The human. You remember that much. Them or not, her children here are dead. Not that hard to find out, considering she was royalty here. You wonder what they'd have been like if you knew them more. It still hurts. There's days where you just stand in that lab, staring at the words right below like you could etch them onto your eyelids. A permanent reminder.
Still, life goes on. You have a new job, new town, (new brother?), new...
You take solace in one of your old hobbies, knock knock jokes, after finding a large door in the forest. It becomes a habit again. Reminiscing on one of the best nights of your life before it all went downhill. It's comforting. You can't forget this way.
It's her in the same way your brother is your brother. But it's her voice and her laugh and her same jokes. She sounds older. Wearier. It's fine, you do too. For the first time in a long time, things feel right again.
But it's not her. She's still a replacement for the person you knew. But somehow, you feel like you're replacing something too. You kind of need her and she kind of needs you but you can't need her and it's all so complicated so why not tell just tell jokes through a door, thinking about the rain and knowing it's snowing.
And at the end of it all, when you see her familiar yet unfamiliar face, you still manage to pause when telling her it's nice to meet her too.
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