[ * cw i suppose for isolation, child abuse, implied child death[? they werent really alive in the first place more just child corpseish things]. also some existential stuff. sorry if i dont pick up something that needed to be tw'd here ^^' ] [ * man fuck WD. i dont care if the whole 'you dont choose who you are in this world' was helpful storywise ya didnt have ta fuck up and like ] [ * yk. make me sapient before discarding me. ] [ * the same story had happened so many times. so many futures and past and whatever the sideways version of time is versions of me. ] [ * all individual yet so the same. ] [ * i was essentially a child. my body and its ability to function? teenager, but my knowledge was limited. ] [ * i still remember when i first learned i could speak. i didnt even think about it, i had a deep fall after tripping on one of the corpse-trash-dusty other-time mes and yelped. i remember how it rang in my ears and felt far. far too loud. ] [ * the discarded place was so. so so quiet. ] [ * yk you couldn't even see the ground. it was just soulless bodies. ] [ * nobody told me they were like me but i knew they were like me. ] [ * also it wasn't cold or anything. or warm. but that didnt mean it was comfortable or anything, everything just felt so horribly still. ] [ * it felt like i had to keep moving and making footstep sounds or else the quiet would eat me alive. ] [ * i still dont like quiet now but the quiet thats in the overworlds is normally far far louder then the ones in the discarded place. ] [ * sorry for the long post, wanted to complain about the place that i spent the majority of my time in source in. ] [ * - The Discarded Vessel, from Deltarune. [cy/key/netty if you wish to refer to me.] [please tag as fictive!] ]
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