not many other egos knew how dark used to be, before he (as i say it at least) got its shit together. he used to be more of an entity of pure chaos, like wilford and i were, and it was always a bit emo about the whole thing (both in dress and demeanor).
something changed. i remember i didn't like it, not at first, because it was almost like... he grew out of me. it didn't want to hang out like we used to anymore and our interactions got less playful and more full of just straight up resentment and it just felt fucking awful.
things were different, of course, when i was different. it's odd, how i feel so differently about this one event depending on which part of me i'm thinking about it as. part of me thinks about him oh so fondly but the other wants to crush it under my heel like he's nothing but the dirt i walk on. i wish i could explain myself succinctly and in a way that makes sense but every time i try, it just doesn't feel right.
people talk about it losing me when i died, but i never get to talk about losing him because it has an actual backstory now or whatever so i can't say anything without having to give like 10000 different justifications for it.
...i lamented earlier this year about wishing that i had these memories again. i think i'm starting to regret saying that now.
- the author ⚾️/the host 🎙️(youtubekin)