OC Oneshots

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OC: Bluemoon Tay
Fandom: Empires/Life Series
Species: wolf-human hybrid

CAUTION: MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS FOR LIFE HEARTS TRILOGY

TW slight insanity, mentions of sharp objects, mentions of blood

The Overworld was nothing more than a distant memory now.

One year. That was how long it had been, and I remembered vividly the faces of the ones I had lost. Even more so the ones I had killed. But it felt like another lifetime, one that had ended long ago. I supposed it was, of a sort. Yet the guilt was still a well of pain in the back of my mind, waiting for my weakest point so it could strike once again and, this time, take me over.

But I won't let it. I will not go insane.

The blood on my hands - Sausage's blood - said otherwise.

As I always did, I pushed it away.

The life I had didn't exist anymore. I had no past. I had no future either, really. Just endless void and chorus fruit and random egotistical speedrunners who had the misfortune to be in the End when I pulled the lever, trying to kill dragons who were already mostly extinct.

The echoes weren't exactly going to leave me alone, though, no matter how much I tried to ignore them. They plagued my dreams and, in the form of Watchers, my waking moments too. I couldn't help but remember the look on Sausage's face as my blade pierced him, the hurt on Gem and FWhip as they fell into the Void.

I was thinking about it again. And doing that stupid shaking thing, too. I tried to think about other things. But there wasn't much else to think about.

I sat at the edge of my island, my feet dangling into the Void. It wasn't the same place my siblings had fallen in, but it was still the same void.

It didn't feel like a threat anymore. I was used to the cold, black expanse, and it was even comforting now.

Was there anything out there that could match my pointless existence?

I growled at myself. I couldn't let myself get lost in self-pity, because I knew the guilt would be close behind, and after that, the anger.

I took a deep inhale, focusing on my rising shoulders and expanding midsection. I held it for one, two, three, four, five, and then exhaled and relaxed.

The Listener had told me it was a good way of coping.

I had waved her off with a slammed door and a string of annoyed muttering.

I smiled to myself at the memory and laid down. The endstone at the edge of my island was hard and rough. Small stones dug into my back, and my tail was uncomfortable. I didn't care. It grounded me.

My legs still hung into the Void.

I stared up at the tree that I had grown. Zihra had found a sapling in one of the chests in Chorus City, and I had planted it. It was a scraggly little thing with not many leaves - despite being the former ruler of the Dripleaf Swamp, my gardening skills left much to be desired - but it was mine. And it was dropping apples and saplings. That was what mattered.

I had realized a few months ago that I was treating this kind of like Skyblock: conserving every resource, using small amounts, because I never knew when I was going to need it. But it was clogging up the limited space I had. Soon, I was going to either have to do spring cleaning or move to a bigger island.

I sat up again. It was a massive relief on my back and tail. I swung my legs out of the Void, shooed off a curious enderman, and went past my wheat farm into my tiny little ugly house. I shut the oak door behind me.

I still winced at the sight of it. Building and making things look pretty was not my thing. That was Gem and FWhip's...

I let out an angry huff. The thoughts were back, intruding on the silence of the End that I had come to view as blissful.

There was a knock on the door.

My thoughts, intrusive or otherwise, fled like a clutter (yes, that is the real word) of ocelots.

The knock wasn't the Listener's official-sounding rap or Zihra's soft nearly-a-pat. This was new. I considered ignoring it, but curiosity came out on top in the end and I went to answer it.

Once I did, I gasped, because the person in front of me wasn't supposed to be here. That had been the whole point of the battle, to stop the connection between the End and the Overworld and therefore end the conflict between Watchers and Admins. But it went even further than that. This person was dead, and if they were alive, they were certainly not in the End.

I was insane, wasn't I? I had finally cracked, and now I was seeing ghosts.

He was wearing different clothes than he had been when he had died, and his eyes were not the possessed red that I remembered them. He had armor, but it wasn't very good armor, as if he wasn't used to fighting. That was the opposite of the person I remembered. But his face was unmistakeable.

But it's not possible, a voice in my head protested. He's dead. I watched it happen... I was the one holding the sword.

The lie I was telling myself, quite possibly as well as most of my remaining sanity, shattered when he spoke.

"Hi," said Sausage. "Can I ask who you are?"

~~~

Okay so a quick explanation because you guys definitely deserve it-
In the epilogue of Alone, Scott's handwriting introduces Gem to Afterlife. So if Scott is alive, it's plausible that Sausage made it to this "afterlife" as well, and if they escaped Afterlife and went back to real life, then what?
Empires Season 2, that's what.
And in Empires Season 2, Sausage has visions of worlds that don't exist anymore, that he shouldn't be able to access.
The real Sausage is not there. But his spirit self is, and doesn't remember a thing about Season 1 or Afterlife.
I might not make the ending of this oneshot canon. It's weird, for sure, and not planned at all lol

- Indigo