i love your n corp cathy and heath au. im enriched by eating that up 🙂↕️
Hold up........... this reminds me...................... I have written Cathy's near distortion monologue... Lemme grab that rq
Here we stood, atop the roof of the manor, my home. This place, which among the constant ticking of watches and clocks and sepia hues of T-Corp’s nest, stood blooming in colour. And as the sky which through thunder and lightning once acted as my call for him shut its mouth, the rain still poured and cried. Belting against the tiles and us standing apposed. Yet the vibrant violet below faded as I gazed forward… I couldn’t help but feel sick. Him, not from this world, not the man I once knew. And those who stood beside that bastard. Poor idiots who knew all but the truth, who thought he was him.
He had killed him. Brutally murdered him somewhere in the backstreets where I could not find him.
That’s no fault of mine, that cannot be!
“You are the reason,” that’s what had she said.
“We must die, as long as we exist, he can never be happy!” But isn’t that loss the very thing which drives him!? This man, has been tearing into the mirror worlds with the one goal of killing every version of himself, and it’s our fault!? All we did was die, all she did was wish to rest.
What if it is? What would you wish to do about it?
I… I would stop him. That’s right, I would… hunt him. But doesn’t that make us one in the same? If he truly has a reason for what he does what would that make me!? And her? Could that truly be me? Would I just become the same as that heartbroken coward…?
No, it wasn’t, no I wouldn’t.
That depends, what do you truly want. How can I help you?
I want my love… to rest, knowing he is safe. I want him to know one day he can rest without the pain. He, and the countless others that followed in this monster’s path of senseless violence… I am not like him.
I wish to end this. I will never succumb to such a vile cycle, I could never, not for such a cruel, cold-hearted man. Every means all, and if that includes him, I shall not die. Not for the one who killed my love, never.
The pooling rain below my feet reflected not an image of “Catherine,” no, that was me. Myself, a concept I threw away into the mirror when I listened too closely to her insanity.
One last monstrous act to end this.
The last thing I need is another voice ushering me to act, when that’s something I need to do myself.
Is that too much to ask for, autonomy? I am, I can be my own person. And I can, no I will, be the one to end this. I need no help. All I need is me, myself, and I.
I feel light, as if the mirror of puddling water cracked. The now fragile beauty of my home, destroyed under the weight of this worthless agony. Ahead, he was still there, he looked pathetic, like he was drowning in this shallow wave of rain. I didn’t care, I was here for one reason, and one reason only. I know that now.
I will take this axe, and I will kill. I shall shatter the ideals that once plagued my mind, what I thought was my purpose.
Man this au is taking over my tumblr aint it.
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