#empty echoes

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my dysphoria is generally pretty low (which does cause some insecurities about my actual transness, thanks gatekeepers) but recently itʼs been a bit more present. not debilitating like othersʼ dysphoria, itʼs never really done that to me, but itʼs been bothering me more.

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having a toxic friend who sent anon hate about themself to me & other friends has really fucked up my perspective on my actual friends getting hate anons.

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Crooked Clockwork - Chapter 4 Extract

There were only two other times where Cole had faded off.

The first time had been while they were being taken to Ouroborus by the Basilisks. Jay had been screaming- god, he had been screaming, and his eye had been so bad, Cole had been almost certain he wasn’t going to make it-  and then one of the Basilisk had started beating him, shouting at him in their foreign language, and they’d all been screaming too, screaming at them to stop. The only reason they did was because Cole had suddenly vanished, chains clattering to the ground. He’d been so startled upon reappearing, he hadn’t even had the chance to comprehend fighting back before their attacks were being turned on him.

But at least they stopped hurting Jay.

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Empty Echoes - Chapter Five: Dripping (Extract)

Dripping. Like a faucet that wasn't turned off properly. It slid between the cracks in the rocky ceiling, dropping off and hitting the ground, creating a tiny little puddle before it was quickly soaked into the gravel as though it were sponge.

Of all things, it was the dripping that was slowly driving him crazy. On occasion, he'd catch himself wishing he was still dead, or even trapped in the Cursed Realm. At least there the cells had no constant dripping noise. The place was bone dry, being filled with ghosts and all.

He heard the sound of the cell next to his own's heavy door opening, and then a cry as someone was harshly flung inside. The door closed, quickly followed by a turning of a key and the clicking of a lock. A single sob.

How curious. That cell had been empty for ages.

Desperate for something to distract him from the dripping, he crawled over to the tiny little window, far too weak to even consider standing, it's bars as thick as his hand, and peered through them into the other cell. It was as dark as his own, a near pitch black, but unlike all the other time's he'd peered passed the bars, he could make out someone in the middle of the room, lying curled on the floor. He couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, but from the ragged breathing, it was safe to assume they were alive.

For now, anyway.

He was silent for a long moment, watching the small figure tremble in the darkness, lying on his stomach with his face right up against the cold bars. At least ten minutes passed. Perhaps twenty. "Who're you, then?"

The person jumped, and he was startled to hear a loud ticking abruptly filling the air, like a broken clock. They twisted around to face him, glowing yellow eyes staring at the wall for a moment, before going down to the tiny window on the floor. He blinked. It was a rather familiar looking nindroid.

"Zane?"

Zane stared at him for a long moment, his entire body trembling, much to his surprise. He wondered what they could have done to him to have achieved such a reaction, from a Ninja, no less. "I-I am Echo. Zane is m-my older brother."

He blinked again, face morphing into a look of surprise. "I never knew he had a brother."

"We only discovered this recently."

"Huh." A beat of silence. "How'd you end up here, Echo?"

"I was playing." the nindroid said, the ticking slowly becoming quieter, "And they threw me into a truck."

"Ah."

They descended into silence again. Echo laid down on his side, curling up, although he never tore his eyes from the window. The dripping continued.

"Who are you?"

He took a moment to answer. "A friend."

"You hesitated."

"I'm not the best person to be friends with." More dripping. He was tempted to bang his head against the bars. Maybe he'd die again if he did it hard enough.

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Lone Point

Ordinarily this would be an idyllic setting for a rendezvous. Was this female mallard stood-up by her prospective date? Or is she waiting like a traditional sea captain’s wife, hopeful for her mate to return home from his long voyage? Or does she already suspect the worst and her low, distinctive quacking will continue to be unanswered, except by the empty echoes of her voice from across the…

Lone Point

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We are nothing but echoes of the past, fighting a battle lost long before us. Yet we remain, fighting on to the end, defeated time and time again, for we have no other choice. To stop would be to surrender, and to surrender would mean death not only for us, but for all those who proceed. If we lay down our arms we forfeit the futures of innocents. And that is something we must prevent even at the cost of our lives, for no one else has the slightest chance. So we fight, trapped in a never ending battle that we will always lose