You cannot give up just yet...Player! Stay determined...!
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The life force continued to be drained from the maroon suited, soon to be deceased,crewmate's soul as he willingly asphyxiated himself. He certainly wasn't going to attempt to intervene his ultimate demise. He wished for thesweet release any moment now...
As his life began drawing to a close, he spared a few moments to reflect on theprecious memories, thinking back to the good old days where Captain dedicated an entiresong to him featuring his name predominantly in the lyrics, Veteran's considerate teamwork and generalstrong bond pulling him through countless amounts of asinine adventures and...
That was when one particular memory flashed before his very eyes as he was taken back to a time the crew had seemingly turned against Player, outright despising him upon hisreturn from a month-long hiatus. Before the last time. Before the day he became an outcast...
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Many Years Ago
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One by one, the companions of the vermillion exosuit wearer grew cold anddistant. Even Captain and Veteran held no regard for him, claiming that he was just a simplestranger who just so happened to comprehend their usernames.He'd been mockingly referred to as 'Playman' for the brief duration ofthat round, much to his obvious annoyance at the pair.
That was until one sympathetic charcoal crewmate stepped in to comfort Player in his time of sorrow, someone who was considered an outsider himself upon his arrival on the world-renowned Toppat Airship...
He reassured Player that his close allies wouldn't endlessly hold a fierce grudge against him,and that they're simply stepping away from him to regain their composure. They wouldeventually return with the warm welcome he was yet to receive...Player was bewildered beyond all imagination that this beefy voiced British fantasy cosplayerwould consider rooting and supporting him in the first place, especially noting how little timethey spent together.
He questioned him why. Why would he stand by him after the stunt he pulled, inregard to not contacting the group on his break...? His reply was short and simple.
"I don't 'old grudges. I don't 'ate you."
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Despite the current process of his own death, he mustered the strength to open his groggyvisor once more and take a closer inspection at the silver framed group photo...It becameinstantly bloodshot when he noticed in the bottom corner of the image stood an immobileWizard almost out of the view of the selfie...
Almost as though to show how much he'd been singled out, and...shunned from the niche group...
That was when, in his realization, he decided to back out of his own demise. In the few seconds that had flown by since his reflection on the past, he wasted no opportunity trying to keep himself alive, desperately wishing to find that one ray of sunshine he saw off in the far distance.
He prayed to the Innersloth gods that this wasn't the end...That the slim chance at coming to terms with his injustice was still there, instead of simply surrendering...There was one last hope to live for.
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The Retro Years(Adopted from Bootieos16)
FanfictionEver since he started winning consecutive amounts of games in Friday Night Funkin', Player had been getting distant from his close friends and family, barely revisiting them. Eventually, they got decided he wasn't worth it, and didn't bother trying...
