27 was literally You're On Your Own Kid there's nothing I can write that will ever match up to the fancam that plays in my head every time I think about this song in the context of Nico Rosberg.
A throat clears, and for a minute, the only sound is the soft whirring noise of a crank being turned.
Eventually, though, thereās a breath in, then out, and then a voice.
āSo I think I learned what a āsupernatural thrillerā is today, hehā¦ā There is no smile in the laugh. Thereās a noise of uncertainty. āI- So- Itās-ā A sigh. āFrom the beginning, yeahā¦ā
āWhen we went to the world for today, Zeta- that's Shantil, she prefers to go by her last name- had told us that it was going to be a āsupernatural thrillerā, which now I think means āscary magicā, essentially. With ghosts. It wasā¦ It was a uhā¦. I forget what it was called, but it was- we started out in this room covered in posters, anā then this train showed up, which is like this big machine used to transport a buncha people at once, anā then suddenly we were on it, like I blinked and then suddenly Voltage was in my face tryna shake me, so I guess I- well, Mask, too, he went to her after I responded, so I guess something happened to us anā we blacked out? But when we woke up, we were on the train, which I didnāt learn was even called a train ātil later, but-ā
āAnyway, there were a buncha different rooms in the train, anā each of āem were themed to a ghost that had died on it- like one was pink anā the ghost- Nikola? I think? Was like magically writinā all over the walls anā stuff, and there was another one that was a yellow maze, anā another had this paper sculpture in it, anā one- well, we went into it once, anā it was all black anā had what I guess was the last one in it- but it wasnāt a human ghost anymore. It was this black monster thing with red eyes anā it kept popping up anā chasinā us all over the train as we teleported from room to room. It didnāt start once we got in the room, though, it was goinā way before we ever found it. Voltage had had a run-in with it before he woke me anā Mask up, so we were running pretty much from the start of it.ā
āWe had to figure out a buncha clues and get everyoneās name so we could- right, yeah, yeah, because it um- the monster thing would take memories. Itād completely wiped the other ghosts on the train, they couldnāt even remember their names, we had to like. Give āem back to āem. Anā then when we figured out the last name- or- really, that the last name left had to be the name of the monster, because it was a human once too- we were able to team up with one of the ghosts- the purple one, Iā¦ I donāt remember what her name was, but she knew spells anā stuff, anā we were able to team up with her anā get rid of the monster- andā¦ā
āUm.ā
āI- I wasnāt thinking, it was stupid, sheād said she could summon it or whatever so I thought itād appear in the circle, the- the magic circle thing, anā didnāt think about it coming through one of the doors, anā-ā
āIād- so- it-ā
Thereās a long breath in, and a long breath out.
āI put myself on the other side of āem, bācause they were gonna try to hold it off if it didnāt work, and honestly I canāt do magic, I donāt have magic, so I thought Iād put myself where I could do what Iād done last time we ran into it there anā just be ready to throw my dagger at it anā run so I could distract it for āem, anā-ā
āI mean, I- I guess I did- be a distraction, I just- didnāt think itād come from behind me, is all. Donāt even know what it took, just that it took something, anā itās driving me nuts. I feel like I remember everything, but thatās just ācause I donāt know what Iām missing, and I know Iām missing something.ā
āI think Iām gonna go home tonight. See if I can figure it out. Anāā¦ Honestly, Iāveā¦ kinda been avoiding goinā back, bācause like- What do I even say to them? Would they believe me? I-I mean, I guess Kale anā Kid have probāly dealt with weirder things, considering ā the- god- thing- anā they both just kinda seem- weirdly knowledgeable about a lotta things, honestly- but Tab would- ā¦Or, well, no, I- I guess she might, since she had like- talked about dimensions and stuff. So. Mm. But theyāre gonna be so- I donāt think theyād want me to go back. But I dunno if I even wanna come back after that. If- if thereās stuff like that here, then- am- Iām still gonna remember them after a couple months, right? Years? How long is- I mean, the other partyās been here for twenty anā theyāre still goinā strong, so- it- it could be a while, right? If stuff like that is here, that could- that could really change a person that drastically- would- would I still be the same?Or- if that was just a- a one-time thing, likeā¦ I mean, it- it probāly was. It was just in that- world, or- whatever.ā
A sigh.
āOr maybe I just- wonāt say anything ātil I know what to say, anā justā¦ be home. Thatā¦ sounds kinda nice, actually. I- I think Iāll do that. Iāll just be home. Anā if they ask, Iāll just- figure it out, I guess.ā
The whirring slows, and then stops.
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Aron blinked, and realized she was- she was in her room. Her room- and Tabās, of course. Sitting at the desk, blueprints laid out- though the wings were still strapped to her back. She stood and took them off, as well as her bag, and put them in their corner where she usually stored them. Didnāt make sense for her to be wearing them while she was just looking over the blueprints, and the longer she could last without questions asked, the better. She just knew theyād not be happy with her running off by herself- though she was with a group so she wasnāt exactly by herself- and not want her to be in the extra danger that she was clearly putting herself in. Sheād lost a memory, after all, and the back of her neck still hurt from where the thing grabbed her like that. She didnāt know if itād left a mark- oh gods, she hoped it didnāt. Sheād noticed a bruise around Voltageās neckā¦ was that from his run-in? Did she have one, too?
She reached up and lightly touched her neck, then less lightly as she realized that yeah, while it still hurt, it didnāt feel bruised. Maybe because sheād been dropped so quickly. Her sigh of relief let her hand and shoulders fall back down.
She looked around the room.
Right-!
She looked around the room.
[My bed]
[.91m]
[Tabās bed]
[.92m]
[Black oak door]
[1.22m]
[Retractable paraglider wings]
[.61m]
[Note: A gift from Something Owner, whatever that means]
Good. It did work, it was just- something weird with the universe, she guessed.
But it did seem that she was the only one here currently, and she was antsy about it. Aron needed to see someone- anyone would do, just- after that, and not knowing what she forgot- gods, she hoped she still remembered who all her friends-
There was a knock at the door.
"Aron?"
She whirled to face it, and had to force herself to not rush to the door and to not rip it open- after all, her coming to the door to answer would be an oddity in and of itself, considering who'd called out to her, but she couldn't not, not now.
people dismiss the butcher army wayyyyyyyyyy too easily. they literally hunted down technoblade and executed him. they locked phil--his best friend--in a house directly in front of the execution platform. ppl ignore the horror of the situation because they didnt react like sadboys or lose a canon life. btw techno actually fucking died what do you thinkĀ āpostmortalā means
No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's,
And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while:
I live with bread like you, feel want,
Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a king?
