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Cry Me a River - Fundy-Centric

A/N: Shocker! This writing literally does not make sense. I just wanted to give y'all a lil content and prove that I'm alive and back for real. I'm excited to get back to writing this book and I'm glad that I'm able to make it possible. Lastly, I know I say it a lot, but LEAVE REQUESTS PLEASEE!! I'm running quite low on ideas so please let me know if there's something you guys would enjoy reading and watching it come to life! Anyways I again just want to say a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who reads my book(s). <33

Fundy woke in a cold sweat. His dreams were getting duller and duller. He knew that the day would come soon when the only light left would fade.

A small drip flew from his forehead to his leg. He felt paralyzed, but he knew he wasn't.

The ground seemed to sway with each breath, like a child's swing set. He could practically hear the creaks and echoed rope-scratching.

He crawled out of bed and stepped over the small dog, peacefully and uninterruptedly sleeping. Lately, days passed quicker than nights. His dreams were so dull, so vividly realistic. Essential clones of the disappointment of reality.

As no surprise, Fundy stared intently at the clock, knowing that any second, he'd see what he was looking for. 

Suddenly, his heart spiked. He watched as the hands moved and taunted him. They almost spoke words. He felt ridiculed. Losing grip on reality is how one drives themselves and others insane.

Seivae crept to Fundy's feet, his light paws quietly concealing his nonexistent intentions. The dog was smart enough to know that interrupting his owner's trance wouldn't bring any benefit. Or at least yet, he supposed.

The world began to flow like a river, each winding curve a break in time. Reality wrapped around a single strand, with scissors held by comprehension itself.

Tears dropped from every eye. Not one person remained dry-faced. The world wept and sobbed as it tore everything apart. A familiar ticking lit into a booming strike. Each teardrop fed into the river of the world. It rippled beauty and grace, but also hatred and cruelties.

Seivae knew it was his time to kneel his final arch. He dropped into the river and floated through the tears.

Fundy was lost. He barely existed anymore. He was no more than a concept, a mere construct. He couldn't be comprehended or imagined. Nothing could. The world was caving into itself. Reality destroyed reality. Nothing existed in a way that could be quantified.

Except for one thing.

A small voice.

It called from the abyss.

"You destroyed me. Yourself."

"I'll whisper to you, in your infinite finale:"

"Weep at the floor."

"Feed my flow."

"Cry."

"Cry me a river..."