#avafictive

[fictionkinfessions]

Earth is very weird. I like it, though. Bell and Lune would have liked it. Dad would have too.

I'm 12 now, but I was 7 when Dad rescued me from the museum. He helped all of us out. There were more people there then just him that day. He was a little distant with me first. I know why, I'm not dumb, but it still kind of hurt. He came to see me as his kid though, which I was happy about.

I never really was told about Mizi, or Ivan, or anyone else he knew before I was born. I knew about them, I heard their performances, and all the other songs they'd sung before their time in Alien Stage, but Dad didn't like to talk about it too much. I get it. There was someone named Luka at the place we lived, though I don't think he was the one from the competition. I think he was a clone, like me. He understood me better than most of the adults there. Dad didn't like him very much, which I can get. I liked him though. He was always very nice to me.

I miss my Dad. I hope he's okay. My friends too, I hope they're alright.

Hi to any Tills reading this. You were a really cool dad in my canon. Sending you a lot of love. c❤️c ^_^

- Ava (aka the Mizi/Ivan clone from the last episode of Alien Stage. Tag as fictive.)

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[fictionkinfessions]

usually source memories do not impact us but these past few days I have a lot of guilt and sadness surrounding them.

I know it hurt to love me, I wish I could have been better, I wish I could have changed in a meaningful way when I could, even though I know I realistically would never. I wish I could have been the Dark you loved, and not the Dark that hurt you over and over and over because all I knew in the end was to destroy. to destroy you, to destroy others, to destroy myself.

how funny is it that every time someone from this system confesses anything its usually an apology or something of similar vein.

-The Dark Lord (AVA), tag fictive please

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[fictionkinfessions]

I never realized how little influence I had when I was alive.

looking back I was no different from orchid, gold, or hell even mitsi. more of an extension a character and a plot point than my own character.

Alan(god) knows I tried so hard to be something more. to break the cycle. to get my own individual identity.

but still, Chosen was all I could think of, so I guess I never tried hard enough to break out of it anyway. and so the one guy I cared about, the one who spared my life all those years back, is still the cause of my death on a metanarrative scale. ironic, funny even...

I still miss them more than life itself. if any chosen reads this, I forgive you.

-The Dark Lord (AVA), tag fictive please

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