Avery blinks in surprise, leaning closer to the screen. This is strange…?
He clicks and turns the page.
Rest here. Take shelter from that which haunts you. Nothing can reach you here. You are safe.
Well, that’s… nice. Avery doesn’t quite… Trust this yet, but he can’t click off of the book.
He turns the page.
It must be such a fearful thing to fall into a realm of which you do not belong. Worry not, you are safe here. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing can follow you here.
Avery frowns. This can’t possibly be true. Right? This world is smaller than the other worlds he travelled through… There aren’t any disappearing mountains, no spanning red feilds to travel through, no unfamilliar desert villages…
He turns the page.
Here where twin suns sink
and strange moons circle in the skies
here you are safe.
Avery’s head is getting foggy. But he keeps reading. He can’t click off the book.
Here you are safe.
But he can’t stay here, he needs to go find-
You are nothing.
Avery’s mind goes blank.
His chest feels heavy.
The book continues.
There is nothing to fear if there is nothing
Safety in conformity
Safety in monotony
You are nothing.
You are meaningless.
You become numb to the world
You become numb to the world
You become numb to the world
And you are safe here
And you are safe here
And you are safe here
You don’t have to be anything
No expectations
Be nothing.
Your mind becomes numb to the world
Safety in conformity
Safety in monotony
Here where twin suns sink
And strange moons circle the skies
In Carcosa
You are nothing
You become numb to the world
You forfeit your spirit
You forfeit yourself
You become numb to the world
You forfeit your spirit
You forfeit yourself
You are nothing
You are safe here.
Avery stares at the page.
His hand on the mouse slowly moves to close the book.
He can’t feel his body. He can’t feel his arms. He can’t feel his legs. He can’t feel his head. He can’t feel his mind.
He is safe here.
He cannot feel the seat he sits in. He cannot feel the desk his arms rest on. He cannot feel the keyboard his hand rests on. He cannot feel as his fingers move his avatar outside of the church. He cannot hear the click of the mouse as he collects the flowers. He hears the break of the plant. He feels the plant in his hands. He feels the grass underneath his feet. He cannot feel his hands. He cannot hear the click of the mouse as he places the flowers by the graves.
He is nothing.
He feels the cold metal of the bucket. He hears the splash of the water. He does not hear the click of the mouse. He does not feel his fingers move to the well to fill it with water. He hears as the water settles in the stone.
He feels the gritty sand underneath his feet. He feels the water as his feet touch it. He feels the wet gravel beneath his feet. He sees the seagrass waving in the current. He feels the water surround him and fill his lungs as he begins to drown.
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
His lungs burn.
He does not feel the press of the spacebar as he resurfaces.
His head hits the air and he can breathe again.
He walks into the church and feels the smooth leather of the book as he picks it up. He feels the paper between his fingers as he turns the pages and sets it on the lecturn. He does not hear the click of the mouse. He does not hear the click of the keys.
He is nothing.
He is safe here.
He is nothing.
He is safe here.
Hours pass. Many, many hours pass. The sun sets outside and he does not notice. His room is dark and he does not notice.
He is safe here.
He is nothing.
Seeds weigh his pockets down. The flowers he holds in his hands smell so sweet.
He feels his hands grab the ferns and rip them out. He feels himself hold the seeds in his hands. He does not hear the click of the mouse. He does not see the hotbar. The flowers smell so sweet. He feels the plant in his hand as he rips it out. He does not hear the click of the mouse.
He is safe.
He is nothing.
He feels the plant in his hand as he rips it out of the ground.
Something is different.
There are signs.
You are real. You are special.
Remember who you are.
He pauses.
You are real. You are special.
Remember who you are.
He is confused.
There was something he was supposed to do.
There was… Someone.
There was someone who he…
There was someone who he wanted to find.
Avery’s senses come rushing back, and he leans back with a jolt. His eyes hurt from being so close to the screen. He scrolls his mouse around in confusion. How did he get here? How does he have a stack (and then some?!) of wheat seeds? How did he get this bucket? These flowers? When did his room get dark? How long has it been?
He rubs at his eyes and looks at the clock on his wall.
…Twelve hours.
It’s been twelve hours, almost exactly, since he’s last looked at the clock.
…Oh, god.
Oh, god, he’s wasted so much time.
Tears well up in his eyes, and a pitiful sound escapes from his throat. His nose runs and he rubs it on his sleeve, sniffing. His avatar looks up at the sky.
“I’m so sorry.” He hiccups. “I forgot. I didn’t mean to. I… I won’t forget again.”
Snot and tears dripping, he opens the chat. He types slowly, still wiping at his face.
I’m so sorry.
He sniffles as he drops what he was holding. The flowers, the seeds. He hesitates in dropping the bucket. Maybe it would be helpful, but… He shakes his head and drops it. He doesn’t want anything from this place following him.
“...I’m coming, D3rlord.” He mutters under his breath as he steps through the yellow gate.
AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE WE GET STARTED HERE! This thang is LONG. This thing is TRAGIC. This thing will grab you with its teeth and not let go. This will HURT. There will also be spoilers for Destroying a World That Doesn't Exist!
This is a Bad-End version of the one shot I wrote here! (I reccommend reading it first, even if it's a retelling of canon.) And based on a headcanon from @sfawtde-headcanons that an anon sent in, which can be found here! Also, there's a sprinkle of this video near the end! Shoutout to my friend Marie for inspiring how this affects Avery, and shoutout to my friend Dexter and Dogteeth sys for enduring my brick throwing!
Without further ado, I present to you: Twelve hours... Into Forever.
He feels his hands grab the ferns and rip them out. He feels himself hold the seeds in his hands. He does not hear the click of the mouse. He does not see the hotbar. The flowers smell so sweet. He feels the plant in his hand as he rips it out. He does not hear the click of the mouse.
He is safe.
He is nothing.
He feels the plant in his hand as he rips it out of the ground.
Something is different.
There are signs.
You are real. You are special.
Remember who you are.
He pauses.
You are real. You are special.
Remember who you are.
He is confused.
There was something he was supposed to do.
There was… Someone.
There was someone who he…
…
He is nothing.
He is safe.
He walks past the signs. He feels the grass on his feet. He feels the plant in his hand as he rips it out of the ground. He smells the scent of dying plants. The flowers in his hands smell so sweet.
There is something at the back of his mind.
…
He is nothing.
He is safe.
~~~~~
Derek is starting to worry.
Time is so slippery. He can’t put an accurate estimate for how long it’s been. Looking away from the game isn’t something he wants to risk. Not now.
But it’s… it’s been too long.
Derek taps the desk nervously. He opens his inventory. He closes it. He looks around the trap he’s set.
…
“Screw it.” He mutters.
He pillars up the room and chops his way out of it.
He needs to look for Avery. He can’t just sit idly by and wait if he might be in trouble. What if the King made a fake him, like it made a fake Avery? Avery would’ve been fooled by something like that. What if he got lost? What if he’s somewhere he can’t escape?
What if he’s-
The realization strikes Derek like a dagger through his skull.
The church. The book.
“Shit.” He mutters. He sprints across the library. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”
He rushes through the hallways, through the doors. Which one was it? Which one was it?! He doesn’t have time for trial and error.
He searches his memories.
That one.
He finds the door and sprints towards it.
Ever since seeing… It. He’s noticed his physical body and his Minecraft avatar have been… merging, in a way. It’s almost like he can feel the burn in his legs as he runs. He doesn’t know how to feel about it. Obviously, it’s worrying, but after this whole ordeal… he doesn’t know if he’ll even come out of it alive.
He shakes the thoughts off and enters the world with the church.
He leaps over the fencing and lands on the ground, sprinting towards the church.
He opens up the chat and frantically types.
AVERY
AVERY ARE YOU THERE?
AVERY!
He nearly feels the strain of his throat, like he’s shouting his name.
He rushes inside of the church, and-
He stops in his tracks.
“Oh, no.” He breathes.
Avery is there. Staring at the book. But he’s… different. His avatar’s skin has changed. His green has faded into a dull, light gray. In fact, every color on his skin has faded to greyscale.
Every color, except… the yellow flowers on his shirt. They seem even brighter than they were before.
Derek rushes over to the lecturn.
Avery!
Avery, can you hear me?
Avery doesn’t respond. His avatar’s head is tilted, looking down at the lecturn, at the book.
AVERY
Derek punches Avery.
~~~
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
He is safe here.
He is-
He is jolted out of the book. Something touched him. Something punched him. He feels the soreness of his shoulder. He does not hear the scraping of the mouse as he angles himself to see what hit him.
…
There is a Knight here.
…
Does he…
…Know him?
The Knight speaks. He does not read the text. He hears him speak.
“Avery? Are you okay?”
He stares at him.
His mouth opens and he speaks. He does not see the chat opening. He does not hear the clack of keys as he types.
“Who’s Avery?”
~~~
Derek’s eyes go wide in horror.
You are
You’re Avery
Don’t you remember that?
Minutes pass, and Avery doesn’t respond.
Derek frantically types onto his keyboard. Hello?
~~~
“Hello?”
He barely hears its words.
He opens his mouth and speaks. He does not hear the keyboard. He does not feel his fingers. “I’m sorry. I have to do work for the church.”
He turns and walks out of the church. He feels the carpet give to his footsteps. He hears how it muffles his footsteps. He hears how it muffles the footsteps of the Knight behind him.
He is safe.
He is nothing.
“Didn’t you see the signs?” The Knight asks, desperate. He hears him. He does not read his messages.
He blinks. He stops. He waits for something to come to his mind. Nothing comes.
He keeps walking. The Knight follows.
“Avery. Answer me.”
“I don’t know who that is.” He answers. He picks another flower. He replants it. He feels the dirt on his fingertips. Caking underneath his fingernails. Staining his hands. Staining his hands. Staining his hands. He picks another flower. It smells sweet. He picks another flower. He feels the stem break under his hands.
He doesn’t feel his body.
He is nothing.
He is safe here.
And his mind will be clean.
His mind will be clean.
He walks to the grave. He picks the flower there. He replants it in a different spot. He plants another flower. He feels the dirt caking on his skin. He feels it in the creases of his fingers.
He doesn’t feel his body.
“Stop what you’re doing and follow me.”
The Knight stands in front of him. He looks up. He blinks.
“Avery. Stop planting these useless flowers and follow me.”
He stares at The Knight.
Something is at the back of his mind.
D3RLORD! HELP ME! D3RLORD! I CAN’T STOP. I CAN’T. IT WON’T LET ME. D3RLORD. PLEASE. I NEED YOU.
He does not hear it.
But.
He gets up from his kneeling position. He feels the grass on his knees. The dirt. The flowers in his hands smell sweet.
He is nothing.
He is safe here.
The noise at the back of his mind fades as he follows the Knight.
Useless thoughts.
His mind will be clean.
The Knight leads him to the gate. He stops. It is not time yet. He will not go.
The Knight looks back at him.
“Avery. Follow.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“It’s not time yet.”
“Time for what?”
“He does not need me yet.”
~~~
Avery’s response sends a shiver down Derek’s spine. He takes a breath and opens the chat again.
We’re not going through the gate.
Just in front of it.
Avery stares at him.
Okay.
Derek sighs in relief and continues to lead Avery to the signs.
He steps to the side and makes his avatar nod its head at it. These signs. He types.
Avery’s head turns to them. Derek watches with baited breath.
~~~
He feels like he’s seen these before.
He doesn’t dig deeper. It’s only important if He wants him to remember.
They don’t belong here.
He steps forward. He feels the nearby ferns and grass brush against him as he reaches forward. He reaches forward and he grabs the signs. He does not hear the click. He reaches forward and takes the signs down.
“Wait, Stop!”
The Knight grabs his wrist.
He stops. He turns and looks at the Knight.
~~~
For a split second, it was like he could feel Avery’s wrist. It felt like he could reach forward and grab it. But that’s impossible. This is still Minecraft, and it doesn’t let you do those sorts of things.
He shakes his head and types. Didn’t you see what they said?
Another agonizing pause. Why does he take so long to answer?
I don’t remember.
It’s not important.
I need to work for the church.
Excuse me.
Avery walks past Derek. He swears he can feel him brush past his shoulder, cold, unfeeling. Not the warmth of the Avery he knows. Not the soft, comforting touch of the Avery he’s seen.
Derek watches as Avery walks off, monotonous, almost like a robot. It’s so… unsettling. So unlike the Avery that Derek… is familliar with.
He clenches his fists against the mouse, on top of the keyboard. He holds them by his sides, and he clenches his black gloved hands.
His Avery has to be in there somewhere.
He looks down at the floor. He looks down at his black gloved hands.
…If he can use this physical touch.
If he can channel it, somehow, control it. Maybe… Maybe he’d be able to…
Derek hears the sounds of plants breaking in the distance. He looks up and sees Avery going through the motions. It’s almost like his colors are getting duller with each plant he punches, with each useless chore he completes. He gets greyer, and the yellow gets brighter.
He might be able to break him out of whatever trance he’s trapped in.
But it needs to be something drastic. It needs to be something unexpected.
…The answer is clear in his mind. But… It would be selfish, wouldn’t it? Does he really think this will break him out of it? Or is it just hopeful thinking?
Truly, what does he have to lose?
“...Okay, Derek.” He takes a deep breath, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t mess this up, now.”
“I can’t close my eyes, I can’t look away, so… Next best thing is to focus on the game.”
He finds a spot on the horizon in Minecraft to watch. He focuses in on it.
He tries to imagine the soft breeze, the sound of the leaves rustling. The air around him, the feeling of his armor, his gloves, his helmet, heavy but protective. His cape flapping gently in the breeze. He lets the world around him melt away, fall away into the background.
And, suddenly.
Just like that.
He’s there.
It’s like it switched. Instead of the world outside of Minecraft being the main focus, with Minecraft taking the backseat, it’s the other way around. Now there’s only the inkling of his fingers on the keyboard, his hand on the mouse and his butt in his chair. He can focus on the game. Of the world inside the game. This domain.
And now that he’s here… The horrid, horrid energy of this world is off the charts. It sends the hairs on the back of Derek’s neck on end. He doesn’t want to go anywhere near that church, near that horrible, horrible book.
But he has to.
For Avery.
Not wasting any time, he takes off in a run, kicking up dirt and grass behind him. It’s such an amazing thing, being able to feel the wind on his face as he sprints in the game. He wishes he had time to experiment with this. Maybe in another universe.
He tackles Avery into a hug, gripping onto him tightly.
And he… reacts. Derek wasn’t sure he could even feel this, but this is a good sign.
Delayed, Avery turns his head towards Derek. Oh, god. He looks even worse like this, up close. He still has a blocky shape, but his avatar seems to have more human features. At least… for now. Locs made of slime jostle on Avery’s head, but Derek can tell they’re starting to merge into the rest of his body. He sees a tail, chunky and gloopy, but shrinking. Dripping onto the ground and not reforming.
And his eyes.
Oh, god. His eyes.
Derek can’t even tell he’s alive.
“Let go of me.”
Reading his messages was nothing compared to hearing his voice. It… it isn’t anything like Derek’s heard in his visions. It’s so unlike Avery. There’s no joy, no adorable cluelessness. No laughter, no joking whining when he asks him to throw laundry in.
Derek clutches his head. He can’t go too deep into that, not now. He needs to focus on what’s now.
“I’m not letting go.” He says, with his voice. Vaguely, he’s aware of his hands typing keys. But he hears his voice more clearly.
“Let go of me. I have important work to do. The church needs to be taken care of. My mind must be clean.”
“Your mind is yours, Avery. It doesn’t need to be anything but yours. Please.” His voice starts to crack as tears threaten to drop. But he holds himself together. “Please, if you can hear me. Just give me something. Anything.”
Avery stares blankly at him.
…Oh, no. He can see yellow reflected in his eyes, when the light hits it at the right angle.
It’s now or never. It’s now or never.
Gripping Avery hard enough to leave marks in the mallable slime, Derek leans forward and kisses him.
~~~
Lips on his.
He feels it.
Lips on his.
He… Can feel it.
The Knight’s lips on his own.
There’s movement at the back of his mind. A shuffle. A desperate clawing. A singular emotion breaks through, explained by three words.
This feels right.
…Avery closes his eyes.
But.
He is nothing.
How can he fight this?
How could someone like him possibly fight against this? If the signs weren’t enough? If seeing him wasn’t enough? Then what will be?
He is nothing.
He isn’t a hero. He isn’t smart. He isn’t someone to rely on. He failed.
He failed.
He is nothing.
The Knight pulls away, just barely.
Avery only mutters a few words…
“...I’m sorry, D3rlord.”
…before the ruckus in his mind fades away.
For the final time.
He is nothing.
He is safe.
His mind is clean.
~~~
Derek finally pulls away from Avery. He searches his face.
He sees his eyes darting around desperately. A single blue tear rolls down his cheek.
“...I’m sorry, D3rlord.” Avery whispers.
And then… the emotion fades away. The scared expression. It fades into an emotionless gaze.
“Avery.” Derek panics. He grabs the slime’s shoulders. “Avery, no, speak to me. Speak to me! AVERY!”
There isn’t a response. It doesn’t even look like he’s looking at Derek. He just… Stares into the distance. Like he isn’t even there.
“No.” Derek’s voice wavers, eyes burning. “No, I won’t let this happen. This can’t happen. There has to be something else. There has to be-” He looks around, still holding Avery. “The book, I should destroy the book, maybe that will-”
“It’s too late.”
The world goes dark. Avery’s head drifts downwards. Derek’s eyes go wide in shock. “Avery? Avery?!”
“The vessel’s mind is clean. It is time for us to merge.”
Avery suddenly disappears from his hands. Derek steps back, looking around. No. No, it can’t be.
From the darkness, a figure appears.
Derek startles. His head starts to hurt.
The King.
Avery stands in front of him, unreactive. After a moment, he kneels.
“Your majesty.”
The King’s shape is nebolous. Derek can’t make out a definite outline. But he knows better than to look closer.
The King looks down at the Vessel in approval, and then turns to Derek.
“It was brave of you to try. But foolish. You think pitiful signs are enough to break my spells? Foolish. Pathetic.”
Derek’s breathing picks up. He doesn’t like this. Dread weighs heavy in his gut like an ugly stone. “Get away from him.”
The King ignores him and approaches the Vessel.
Derek tenses and equips his feeble wooden axe, a tool on its last legs. He sprints at the King, gripping the axe in a death hold.
But the King so much as looks at him, a single glaring yellow eye through the shadows, and he is forced to his knees. His axe breaks in his hands.
Derek strains against the force holding him down. He refuses to let it end like this.
The King turns back to the Vessel, and places a hand atop its head. “Recite this spell. And we shall become whole.”
“Yes, your majesty.”
Derek yells, pushing his way to his feet. He scowls, taking a step forward.
The King looks back at him in surprise.
“Get away from him.” Derek repeats. He can still feel his physical body, vaguely. But here- He needs to be here. He needs to be able to fight the King where he resides.
A rattling hiss eminates from the King. “Useless. You will fall. Do you not realize that you have failed? You have brought the vessel right to me. All your message did was bring him closer. Entice him. Take advantage of his curiousity.”
The King steps forward, walking towards Derek. But he stands his ground. A bead of sweat drops from his temple and lands on his desk. He will not be intimidated. He will stand his ground. He will not move, no matter how much fear rattles his heart.
“Don’t you see? The only reason you were allowed to live was to lure him in. To ensure his destruction. A stick is better when there is a carrot and a string attatched.” The King stops right in front of Derek.
It starts flooding back. Everything. Everything. Everything. Everything. His eyes are wet. His vision blurs red around the edges.
Derek takes a stuttering breath and looks up to the King. “I’m not going to let you take him.” He says, voice steady despite his mind crashing against itself.
“You will kneel.” The King commands with a downward motion of his hand.
Derek is pit against another invisible force. But this time, he doesn’t let it bring him to his knees. He strains, and keeps the King from forcing him to kneel completely. Slowly, limbs shaking, he rises.
“Leave. Him. Alone.” He says through grit teeth.
“You defy me. Foolish. Pathetic.” He makes another motion downwards, forcing another wave onto Derek. “You will kneel. I am this world’s King. I will be free from my chains and rule as I please, as is my right. And my kingdom has no room for pathetic scum like you.”
Derek fights hard, muscles screaming. He looks up at the King. “Why?”
He doesn’t answer.
“WHY?” Derek shouts. “What makes you the world’s rightful ruler?! By who’s authority? On who’s word? You don’t belong here. These people aren’t yours.”
“Be silent. Kneel.”
Derek’s voice disappears. He reaches up to his mouth. He tries to say something. Nothing comes out. He presses enter but his message doesn’t send.
But he does not kneel.
Agonizing seconds pass.
“...I see.” The King walks back over to the Vessel. Derek watches. The King places his hand atop its head again, and when he pulls back, it looks up.
It gets up from its kneeling position. Stiffly, it walks over to Derek…
…And kneels in front of him. Holding his face in its hands.
Derek’s eyes go wide. “Avery.” He chokes.
But he knows it isn’t real. He knows it isn’t. He doesn’t see anything in his eyes. He doesn’t see anything on his face.
“It’s okay.” The Vessel says. “You failed. You’re nothing. You can stop fighting. You are safe.”
“No.” Derek sobs, voice returning. “Avery.”
“It’s okay. You can stop fighting.”
“Avery, I can’t do this. Please.”
“It’s okay. You can stop fighting.”
“I can’t. I don’t want to lose you.”
“We will merge. You have failed. Stop fighting.”
Derek looks away from its face, tears falling down his cheeks. They land on his desk. They land on the darkness and dissappear. His arms hurt. His legs hurt. His eyes hurt. His head hurts.
“Kneel.”
…
Derek kneels, arms and legs giving away.
The King smiles.
The Veseel lets go of Derek. It stands. And it walks back, kneeling in the same place as before. Like nothing ever happened.
“Now. We will begin.”
The Veseel opens its mouth and speaks.
“I STAND AND GIVE MY EYES TO YOU. ONE BY ONE. SHADOWED SHORE FAR UNDONE. TO YOU I POUR CORRODED SUN. WAKE ME. AS-”
“Wait.” Derek chokes.
The King looks at him. The Vessel stops.
Derek hesitates.
“...Please.” He whispers. “...Take me with him.”
The King tilts his head, interested.
“...I don’t want to be away from him.” Derek hiccups, tears blurring his vision. “Do with me what you must. But… Please. I just don’t want to be away from him.”
He starts to tremble. “We’re together in every universe. Please. Please, if this has to be the outcome… Take me with him.”
The King is pleased. But he lets Derek continue on.
“I knew… I knew that I wouldn’t be coming out of this alive.” He hiccups again. “I can’t get up from my computer. I can’t get up to do anything. How is that a way to live? Even if I somehow managed, I… I don’t know how I would cope with… with my head.”
“You surrender yourself to me?” Asks the King. “Body, mind, and soul?”
“You have to promise that we’ll be together.” Derek says, finally looking up. “No matter what… what you do to me. You have to promise that we’ll be together. Me and Avery.”
“We will be merged. Avery was gone the moment he opened that book.”
Derek shuts his eyes, trying to prevent another wave of tears from flooding. “Just… some way. Please. There has to be. Aren’t you a being of infinite power? Infinite everything?”
“Hm.”
“More pawns are better than one, right…?”
“...Very well.”
Suddenly, something grips Derek’s mind. He goes stiff. “Gk-?”
Hands reach into his nearly-broken mind.
Shivers wrack his body.
Pieces barely held together are ripped apart.
And Derek can feel it.
Fingers pry apart every piece of his mind.
And he feels all of it.
He cannot think. He cannot, it’s too much. It’s too much. It’s too much.
The pieces are jammed together, put in a way they do not belong. They are fused together. They are mended together. He feels the fingers reach in and test each new connection, rearranging pieces before it is made final.
The hands retract.
Derek falls to the ground with a rustle of clothes and a jostle of armor.
Derek’s body slumps against his desk. Unmoving.
The King watches.
…The Knight sits himself up. With a single yellow eye showing from underneath his helmet, he looks up at the King.
“...My Lord.” He kneels in reverence.
The King smiles.
“Now, vessel. Repeat the spell.”
“I STAND AND GIVE MY EYES TO YOU. ONE BY ONE. SHADOWED SHORE FAR UNDONE. TO YOU I POUR CORRODED SUN. WAKE ME.”
The Vessel’s eyes are engulfed in golden light.
“AS ONE.”
~~~
Celebratory fireworks cover the sound of the Earth rumbling. They cover the sound of lightning striking the Earth.
The New Year comes.
And The King Is Released.
~Fin~
[THANK YOU FOR READING! Please leave a comment if you enjoyed, let me know what you thought! Happy Easter :3]
Hmmm. Might write something expanding on the aftermath of Twelve Hours Into Forever... I can finally let the inspiration from the "My Lord Hastur" video shine through... Yeah, that sounds like a good idea
Now, you and I both thought that I wrung all the angst I coulda outta the church scene. A retelling of canon and a bad end AU stemming from it.
But little did you know, there was a secret third option.
It's not even in the oven yet, I'm still getting the ingredients together. But... It has the potential to be just as gut punching as Twelve Hours into Forever.
