What if... (hfjONE-shots)

...Liam brought Airy back.

What's up Edgelings?!

So I've done a depressing ending. I've done a happy ending (for Airy anyways). Now I'm doing a super heavy yet satisfying (to me anyways) torture centered ONE-shot.

Things to note.

#1 - You know the drill. Go watch ONE by hfj cheesy first.

#2 - This isn't connected with either of the two previous ONE-shots. This takes place a few months after ONE 18, where everything until this point is canon. The only thing that stays the same is my theory that the computer doesn't work on people in Airy's dimension. (And Airy has still been dead for over one hundred years).

#3 - The plot of this isn't as well thought out as the others, simply because this exists only as a way for me to throw up all my dark thoughts... If you are in any way sensitive to: Character Pain, Torture, or Death, then please just skip this chapter. That's all that this is.

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Liam shakily stumbled out of the cave, nearly falling over several times before finally regaining his balance and his ability to walk in a straight line. His legs were all stiff and weak and tingly from sitting on that say stool for so long. How long had it been since he stood up? He couldn't remember. Time was meaningless here.

Days... Nights... Weeks... Months... Years...

Who cared?

Not Liam. Not anymore.

Liam grunted at the constant ache in his side where he had ripped his fabric on a tree branch. The gash was a constant reminder of his misery.

Finally, he reached the cabin and tripped over the shattered remains of the table, bed, cassette player, and yes, even Texty's laptop... All of these had been destroyed in one or another of Liam's many frustrated fits of rage. Over in the corner of the cabin was a small patch of reeds in a relatively cleared off area.

Liam sighed as he fell onto the pile of musty reeds, staring down at his crooked right leg. It had healed crooked because Liam couldn't stand to wear the cast. He gagged on the smell of decaying plant life as he rolled over. He really needed to change the reeds out, but just didn't have the energy or motivation anymore. The past two years had been awful. Staring at numbers and letters day and night, deleting, creating, and reordering them, hoping to get the combinations right. 

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