"Loop please!!! We can handle it, please! Just go rest!"
(You can’t move. Vines of mint entangled your legs, arms, body. You could hear, you could hear them, your, friends-)
"I'm fine! I, I can't leave you guys to, to do this alone."
(You, you just wanted to be strong. You just wanted to be strong. You, just. . . There’s water filling the green house.)
(Black, inky water.)
"We might not have that luxury. If we . . . figure . . . . . op them . . . then. . ."
(Fading, you can hear them, fading. FADING!! No, no no no!!! You can barely hear them now, the water, the ink, the void it, it’s flooding in, up to your ankles, no, your KNEES now!!! You struggle against the mint. No, no no NO!!!)
". . .ine! B. . . . . .er fo. . . . .ste. . . ."
(You can barely hear them!!! Please, PLEASE NO NOT THIS!!!!)
{WHAT DIFFERENCE WILL IT MAKE.}
(What, w-who was--)
(A tendril of that void rose from the ink and grabbed you by the shoulder, pulling you down to a knee. Water rising, mint not, letting, go! You, you-)
{WHAT DIFFERENCE WILL IT MAKE. YOU. ARE. NOTHING. TO. THEM.}
(N-nonono!! NO!!!)
{YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE. ISABEAU THINKS YOU ARE WORTHLESS. ISABEAU IS JUDGING YOU. YOU ARE HOLDING. HIM. DOWN.}
(Another tendril bursts from the water and drags your head closer to the water, it’s, inches away. You’re panicking, breathing faster. No no no no no stop talking, STOP TALKING!!! You, y-you need to, go, help--)
{YOU DIDN’T HELP, LIKE ALL THE OTHERS. YOU LET ISABEAU GO OFF ALONE AND NOW HE’S LEFT YOU ALONE, AGAIN. AND NOW YOU’VE RUINED. THEIR. LIVES.}
(You see a ripple in the water, and take a breath just in time for the void to surge upward, engulfing you in the chilling waters.)
{YOU’RE NOTHING. NOTHING. WILL ALWAYS BE. A. NOTHING.}
(You couldn’t see or hear anything through the water, it was cold, it was icy cold and thick as blood! It grasped at you, clung to you, squeezed you, begging you to give in! You, y-you don’t want to give in!!! You, y-you-)
{WHY DENY IT? LET GO. LET YOUR BODY SINK. ACCEPT IT. NOTHING, AND, NOBODY.}
(You, y-you can’t see a face but, the void it’s, it’s looking at you. You KNOW it’s looking at you! You feel it all around you, cold, gripping, clawing at you you, you, don’t. Want. To--)
{LET GO.}
(N-no--)
{LET. GO.}
(N-no! I won’t!!)
{LET!!! GO!!!}
(JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!!!!!!!!)
(SO WHAT!!! WHAT IF I’M NOTHING!!! WHAT IF I'LL ALWAYS BE NOTHING AND NOBODY!!! SO WHAT IF I STAY AS USELESS LITTLE RAMOS WHO COULDN’T DO A SINGLE THING RIGHT!!! WELL I DON'T CARE!!! I DON'T CRABBING CARE!!!!)
(You open your mouth and let the air out of your lungs.)
(I’LL DO WHAT I ALWAYS DO!! MY STUPID! CRABBING! BEST!!! AND IF THAT’S NOT ENOUGH?!? THEN I’LL DIE!!! I’LL DIE HAPPY KNOWING I AT LEAST TRIED TO DO SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE!!!)
(The greenhouse is fading away. The memory is getting darker.)
(SO GO ON!!! DROWN ME!!! DROWN ME ALREADY, JUST DRON ME!!! KILL ME!!! YOU CAN’T KILL ME IN ANY WAY THAT MATTERS SO JUST DROWN ME!!! DO IT!!! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!!!)
{. . . . . .}
(The mint vines snap.)
(. . . . . . This was. . . Where the, the memory ended.)
(After this you turned back into a human, Loop fainted, and. . . You were. . . Welcomed in. . . ?)
(You’re floating in that void. . . Who, who, are you again? You’re. . . You know you’re, someone, and you, were. . . You were. . .)
(You feel something, grabbing, at you. You feel someone calling to you. . . It sounds. . . nice?)
(Something grabs your arm.)
(Ramos) [Alex] {?????} |Jasmine| <Altiare>
(In a moment you’re pulled from the well in the center of the garden. The liquid stained black like ink. You’re coughing up water and, a-and feel, exhausted, terrible, surprisingly refreshed-)
|R-RAMOS?!?!|
[STARS ABOVE!!]
<You put yourself between Alex and Jasmine, and that THING and Ramos. Damn Ramos, you look like death spat out last night's dinner.>
(Wha, what? Who, what- You look up, the garden was here again? But, like some storm had come through, and things were still being put back together. Those three, the, imaginary friends? They-)
|WE’RE NOT IMAGINARY!!!! YOU!!!! BATFACE!!!!!!|
<Cool it with the names, Jazz, Ramos didn’t know.>
(Know what-)
[We’re a system, idiot.]
(. . . What? But, no I’m-)
|WE ARE!!!!!|
[Yeah we went through a whole two day long crisis over it. Welcome to the party.]
(But?!!? I’ve never had memory problems?!?! You shake your head and get into a sitting position. A-and, I don’t remember anything, super traumatic about our childhood so. . .)
<. . . . . You put a hand to your head. Buddy. . .>
(. . . You look away. Uh-)
<Our childhood was pure batshit, finely refined guano, perfectly festered fertilizer.>
(C-crab, rea-)
<A finely mulched manure- >
(OKAY I GET IT!!! You sigh. So, we were a system the whole time?!?)
[Yeah.]
(But, I mean, well. . . I haven’t heard from you guys in a while so, what. . . O-oh, oh.)
[Yeah.]
(O-oh Change, oh Change oh my fu- I, did, what’d he-)
[Buried us alive in the garden.]
(. . .)
[“I just wanna get stronger, clear up my head, be able to focus better” and I guess Perci mc’fuckpants heard that and said “alright, better burry these guys in THE BLINDING GROUND!!!”]
|It was, i-it was really scary.|
(. . . O-oh I. . . I’m, I’m so sorry. Change I’m, I’m so, so, so so sorry.)
[Yeah. You cross your arms. You better be.]
(. . .)
[. . . You better be sorry for leaving your PARTNER all worried for you.]
(WH- W-WAIT HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN!?!?)
|Uhm, three weeks? A month?|
(CRAB!!! I gotta go apologize and, a-and-)
<Woah hold up, are we not talking about the obvious?>
[Yeah there’s that, too.]
(They’re all looking at you still. Uh, Huh?)
<Well first off, you have a massive stab wound in your chest.>
(You look down, and sure enough, there's a giant gash that tore through your shirt and left a scar on your skin. . . . Oh. O-oh. . .)
<Second off, uh. . . Mind turning around, buddy?>
|YEAH!!!! I TOLD YOU IT WAS REAL!!!!|
[And I shoulda believed you little buddy, it sure was.]
(What’re you- okay. You turn aroundCRABBINGStARSWHATIS--)
{. . .}
|THE BUGGY!!!|
<Yeah, it sure is. You eye at the. . . The weird as hell bug mask thing with a cloak. Jazz’s been saying there’s been a bug wandering around here, first time me and Al’ get to see it it’s dragging your sorry ass out of the well.>
(T-that. . . That’s, y-you, you’re--)
{You crouch down, getting more on level with Ramos. Are. You. Hurt?}
{You’re. A. Good. Swimmer. You stand up, and climb into the well.}
(HUH?!??!?!)
|WAAAA!!!! You run over to the well and peek in. BUT!! BUGGYYYY!!! WHO’RE YOU!!!!!|
{He-llo. You peek at Jasmine.}
|Hi!!! :D!!!|
{Name, is. . . Nihil.}
|Nihil!!! Good to meet you again!!! I wanna see you again and talk and do cool stuff again, kay?|
{O-kay. :)}
[. . . . What? What? That, that’s really the bug Jasmine’s been playing with?]
<I guess we found our tamed sadness.>
(. . . You feel like you’re going to pass out.)
[Oooh no ya don’t. I’m forcing you to be in charge today.]
(WHUH?!!??! You stand up, b-but, I just, got back?!?)
[And you have five months of experience and was the one fronting or existing the most or whatever. Congrats, get your ass in the greenhouse.]
(I-)
<We’ll catch you up, help ease you in. Got it?>
(. . . O-okay. Okay. Got it.)
(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| +Rosmarinus+ =Socks= [Loop] [(Saffron)]
(You hopped up the stairs two at a time, heading to your shared room to grab your journal. There wasn’t any rush, you just wanted to be fast.)
<And to check on Ramos and company.>
(Right, that too. You hoped they were okay.)
<They’re fine, Siffrin.>
(R-right. . . You get to your door, quickly knocking twice before walking in. Oh! Groundskeepers were already getting dressed! Hair down today, with their vest and loose pants, and they were just putting on the bandana. They turn to you, mouth open about to say something, then pause. Wait-)
“. . R-ramos?!?!” (You ask, hopefully.)
(They sink into their shoulders shyly, but smile.) “H-heySif--”
(That’s all you needed to run and tackle-hug the defender-in-training. You squeezed them close, hold them close. They’re not gone. They’re here. They’re okay. They’re okay and alive and here and talking and okay. They’re okay. They’re, okay. You feel their arms around you. . .)
“. . . . . Miss me?” (They finally ask.)
“Very.” (You mumble into their shirt.) “. . . I’m sorry, Ramos, I-”
“Oh shut it.” (You feel them bonk you on the head.) “I was poking in business I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry-”
“YOU’RE SORRY?!??” (You look back up at them with a Look on your Face.) “YOU GOT STABBED AND YOU’RE SORRY!?!??!”
“I-I MEAN, I, DIDN’T REALLY-”
“YOU DISAPPEARED FOR A COUPLE WEEKS!!!!”
(They sink into their shoulders again.) “. . . O-okay, sorry, Sif- NO! N-not sorry!!! I-I mean I’m-- y-you get it!!”
(You giggle at that, and give them one more squeeze.)
{Cloak.}
(RIGHT!!!) “Oh yeah!!! We found something you might want.” (You step back and excitedly walk to the closet, and start digging around in it.)
“Huh? What is it?” (Ramos walks over, curious.)
(Then stops.)
(You found what you’re looking for, you hold it up. A white cloak, with segmented, petal-like ends.)
“. . . . . We, Alex and I, were looking through some of the things Eri left you and found. . . This.”
“That’s. . .” (You could see gears turning in their head.)
“Isa cleaned it and finished some of the stitching they never got to. He used the same ones that are on my cloak.” (You hold it out to them) “Eri made it for you.”
(Ramos was stunned. You could see the tears welling up. They eventually reached out, shakily, and took the cloak. They tossed it around them and put it on. You helped with the pins. After a moment, you step back, both to see them better, and let them look in the mirror.)
(They take your hands in theirs and jump in place a little. The both of you end up doing a silly little dance on the spot, giggling and crying just a little.)
“W-woah!! Rams?” (You turn, Isabeau’s in the doorway! His new glasses and cool jacket in place. You beam at him.)
“Hi Isa!!!” (Ramos replies, excited, but still teary. They go over and hug him.) “T-thanks for, for, for just being the best.”
“Aww Rams.” (Pat pat. You pat them too.) “Right back atchya, buddy- oh yeah!!! BONNIE COME UP HERE!!!”
(Isabeaus yell downstairs was met with an equally loud one.) “NUH UH!!!”
(Your turn.) “BONNIE HAS A CRAB FAAAACE!!!!”
“WHAT!!!!!” (NOW you hear the quick and loud footsteps of an angry preteen. You and Ramos step back.)
(Bonnie bursts into the room still wearing their own new attire. Ramos’ little gasp was all you needed to hear. Bonnie had their own little white cloak on, with extra fabric and pockets in the front so it can act like an apron. Upon seeing you and Ramos, who now had their own cloak, Bonnies eyes lit up.)
“. . . CLOAK BUDDIES!!!!”
“CLOAK BUDDIES!!!!!”
(The three of you do that same silly little dance as before.)
“WE GOTTA SHOW EVERYONE!!!” (Bonnie starts dragging you to the door.)
“Do you have one, Isa?” (Ramos asks.)
(Isabeau shakes his head.) “Nope, not yet at least. I wouldn’t wanna make one for myself, right?”
“Right.” (You nod.) “It’s given by a family member s-so, uh, I'm gonna be learning how to sew after this is all done!”
“Awww!!! That’s sweet of you, Sif.” (Ramos beams.)
“COME OOOOONNNN!!!”
“Okay! Okay! We’re coming, Bonbon.”
(The three of you hurry downstairs, Bonnie smugly leading the charge into the living room, with you holding Isa and Ramos hands! THAT earned a cheer from everyone!)
<Eugh.>
{. . .}
(What!!!)
<Too sweet for my taste.>
{. . . . You smile, happily.}
“Looking good, you three!” (Mira claps.)
(Odile smiles.) “Glad you’re back, Ramos.”
“Oh crab Ramos’ back?!?” (You see Nille pop her head through from the kitchen, then a grin spreads on her face.) “THERE’S the idiot!!! Do you know how crabbing worried we were about you?!?”
“S-sorry, Nille-”
“You’re off the hook this time, buster.” (She smirks, before going back to what she was doing.)
(Stars this is nice. You sit down on the couch, Isa and Ramos taking the initiative to flank you on each side. Trapped!!! No!!!!)
<You’re a terrible tactician, Siffrin.>
(Ramos kisses your cheek, causing you to retreat into the cloak, which causes Isa to kiss your head! Stars help!! Help!!!)
{No. This is nice.}
(!?!??!?!?!?!)
<?????????>
{. . . . :) }
(STARSokay. You eventually collapse on Isabeaus lap. A moment later, Isa was playing with your hair, and Ramos started massaging your probably very overworked leg muscles. You lean into the touch, sighing wistfully. . . Stars above. . .)
(You’ve never felt more relaxed in your life.)
“Be careful you two, you might drag out Socks again.” (Odile chuckled.)
“Hehe, activating their kitty cat mode.” =Mira giggled along.=
=Too late :3=
(STARS--)
=You nuzzle close to Isa, mumbling softly into his lap and letting yourself melt a little. You close your eye, bliss. . .=
“He is so cute. . .” =You hear Ramos whisper.= “How can someone be this cute?!?”
“They’re just adorable!!” =Isabeau whispers back.=
“. . . You know we were supposed to have a meeting about dealing with the Monets.” =Odile starts.= “But. . . I think that can wait until later.”
“Yaaay. . .” =You say softly. Oh right. You’re not getting front back. I want cuddles.=
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