"You Are My Moon" (Cashier x Dummy Angst) [COMPLETED]

Part II

After acting as a sitting duck and staying in the same place for so long, you may start to question your surroundings. Question the things you were confident in answering before as your mind slips from you. You may look at your hands. You may look at your feet. For they're all that's really left of you since your mind had already left long ago.
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As much as Dummy didn't really need sleep since he wasn't exactly human, he decided to rest his eyes as well, just as Cashier did. He pretended he was falling asleep next to him, giggling to himself at the thought. Taking quick peeks at the Cashier from time to time, watching him sleep soundly. As Dummy continued to watch Cashier after a failed sleep attempt, he got to thinking once more. He thought about things a lot. That's all he could really do in the void, though.

He watched the sleeping man, hopelessness growing in the pit of his stomach once more. He wondered why he felt this way. Wondered why he still felt so empty. So isolated. Player had told Cashier all about him. Everything about him. How he watched him from afar and how greatly he admired him. He sighed, upset at himself he still wasn't content. How selfish he was for not feeling inner peace, after getting the thing he had wanted most.

'Was this what I wanted most? He asked himself. Surely it was. He couldn't think of anything else he needed except for Cashier. Maybe that was the problem. The solution itself wasn't quite enough for him. Only a temporary solution it had seemed to be. Even if Cashier knew he was out there, longing for him, he still wasn't really here. There's only so much having Cashier be aware of the man gives Dummy to work with. Everything else was left up to the game playing out as it's supposed to.

The game hadn't ended. But it felt like it did. What was he supposed to do now that Cashier knew he existed? The answer was really nothing. Because he couldn't do anything. The pit in his stomach grew worse as time went on, realizing that was it. It was like realizing that a birthday party would be coming to an end soon. And there wasn't anything he could do. Because it was going to end at some point. Maybe he could make a scene at the party. In other words, maybe he could- possibly tamper with the world a little more. Think of some way to communicate with the cashier.

He pondered the idea and decided to dismiss it, wanting to come back to it later and not worry himself too much. He had to remember, he could really do anything he wanted. Or-well, more or less. He was really only supposed to keep the game in check, since a strange cube and orb had consulted him and adressed the problem of the orb not being able to store the games information for extended periods of time.

Or was something else not allowed for a long period of time? Maybe it had something to do with the void. Dummy couldn't remember which. He shrugged it off and just concluded either way, he now controlled the code and kept it in check. Sure, he could get in trouble for tampering with the code, the consequences not bothering him. Actually, they did bother him. At least now they did. He wouldn't have to face the punishment, and that was the problem. The outside world would have to. That meant Cashier would.

Cashier would die. Thanks to his clumsy actions. His mistakes. Everything. As much as he pushed himself not to do anything rash, he couldn't help himself. The urge eating him up whole. Maybe he was overestimating the code. For as much as he had been stuck here, not interacting with anyone or anything for so long, he remembered clear as day that the strange cube had told him the code wasn't strong. It could snap before he could realize anything and once it was in motion, he of course, couldn't reverse it.

Ironically, he was the one with the most power here and yet, he felt the most trapped. Dummy huffed and looked away from Cashier, trying to ease the heartache he felt towards him and looked back at the now crinkly petals. The blood had filled the void with its strong rustic scent as became aware of his surroundings once more. He picked one up between his fingers, looking at it closely once more. Why would a flower petal of all things come out of him? Would there be more?