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...you do remember... ❤️⭐️🌴🌊 | stircly

stircly = stupidhead x circly btw

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she couldn't see...
the brightness...
the brightness was too strong...
when had she last seen sunlight?
she had no idea.
the only thing she remembered was darkness.
as her vision cleared, she suddenly realized something.
she was standing on a grave.

"stupidhead, gone, but not forgotten. a friend and a sister. her heart of gold will always be remembered." the stone read.

what?
why was she on a grave?
whose grave was this?

she looked up and saw a sunset.
oh, how she'd missed the sun.
as she turned around, she saw a red circle in the sky, a blood moon, and when she looked down, a blue circle approaching her grave. he held a flower, and his eyes shone with tears. as the circle reached the gravestone, he finally looked up.

"stupidhead?!" he asked, wide-eyed. "but you're-- you're dead!"

that was her name? this was her grave?
she didn't know what to feel.
she'd died?
but no!
she was here.
right here, right now.
she was not dead!

she didn't know who he was.
she was gone too long to remember.
but this blue circle...
...he meant something.
she could feel it.
she knew she cared for him...but who was he?

"what?" stupidhead asked.
the circle looked shocked, "don't you remember me? it's me...circly...your best friend. remember our plans? our show ideas?"
"no...i don't..." stupidhead said quietly. "...circly?"
"you forgot bftatmgos? our ambitions?" circly choked back a sob. "you-- you forgot...me?"
stupidhead felt a stab of guilt. "i-- i forgot everything...i don't know who you are...who i am..."

but that name, "bftatmgos," it sounded familiar.
like an old dream, one you had as a child, one you can't quite remember, but you still know. or like a childhood drawing you'd find in an old box.
a whisper of a long-forgotten past self. of your ambitions buried deep in your subconscious.
something alive on the paper and written in out the crayon.

she felt this concept, this forgotten dream, "bftatmgos."
it was something she wanted, something she dreamt of.
something that she and circly built from the ground up.

stupidhead.
that was her.
"bftatmgos," was her, too.

she remembered something, a flicker, in the darkness clouding her mind. it was a picture she'd painted. her and circly. holding a prize.
a prize of a video, of a talent, of a dream come true.
she knew what bftatmgos meant.

"battle for the ability to make good object shows." stupidhead whispered to circly.
"you do remember," circly said, smiling.

stupidhead smiled back. "i do...co-host."