((Another one-word prompt! This is based off of all the feels about sjips dying, and how they never got to finish their dreams in tekkit. dedicated to the marvelous majenkins13, who inspired me to write sad sjips :( love ya <3))
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Blue eyes roamed the desolate wasteland that was once a great and thriving factory, towering over all and taking no funny business. It would soon be destroyed, sucked in upon itself as the former inhabitants were transported to a different world. Not a very happy ending.
Before the end, a saddened, nostalgic farmer trudged through the overgrowth that was once stone floor. His gloved hands caressed the aged walls, each brick holding countless memories. And all of it was about to be sucked into oblivion.
As he reached the edge of the compound, he felt his knees begin to wobble. The farmer fell onto the dry ground, hands digging into the crusty earth and letting it run through his fingers. He didn’t want to leave. There were so many things they didn’t do, so many things he didn’t say…
Now, as the farmer walked away from his past, he could only whisper one word over and over and over, hoping and praying to whatever was in control of the world shift.
“Please, please, please, please, please, please……”
Don’t take this away from me.