TOTCF content because my brain go brr

Totcf but video game!

Cale comfortingly held Raon's hand as he laid down bleeding on the floor. He turned his face away when blood forced itself out of his body and splatter on the ground. He weakly swiped at his cracked, pale lips, decorated in the intricate jewelry of blood. He turned back to the six-year-old who seemed to never run out of tears. His claws tightened on his hand.

"It's okay Raon."

"Human! If you die I'll destroy everything! I'll kill everybody including myself!" He threatened as snot started to drip down his nose. 'Gross,' Cale thought absent-mindedly. Raon sniffled and Cale, ever so meticulous, used his weak and shaking hand to his pocket to bring out a handkerchief. He brought it to Raon's snout. 

"Blow." Cale said, pushing himself to sit up. He felt his wound creak and cry at the movement  He did not think crying caused so much mucus. As Raon blew his nose into the handkerchief, it felt grossly full. Cale folded the handkerchief over, making sure not to allow his blood onto it. Was Raon sick? The space between his eyebrows crinkled in concern. He knew that once he passed away, that Eruhaben would have to help him recover. He hoped he wouldn't mind that he would have to.

Cale burned the handkerchief then he felt his eyes slowly grow heavier. He knew the rest of his lifespan was slowly dwindle and he breathed out with a thick sigh. Raon let him lie back down. Cale made himself comfortable and saw the stars despite the dark clouds blemishing the pale blue of an afternoon.   

"Raon, you're a dragon. I was always going to go before you. That's not your fault, it's okay." He comforted even as the bloody wounds worsened. His lights were dimming, and he felt that it wasn't cold. He almost welcomed it. "Live well Raon Miru. Eat all your food, and don't be too annoying to Ron." He licked his dry lips, hoping that the salvia would help him stay around a little longer. He contemplated his next words carefully.

"I'm sorry I can't watch you grow up anymore, but you'll be the best dragon there was. You'll be okay. You're great and mighty, remember?"

He coughed and blood spluttered out his mouth. He smiled despite that and Raon held his wet face against his wrist. Cale pet him for a moment before his hand went limp against his claws. His eyes glazed over with the last breath that got coaxed from his throat. 

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Cale wasn't supposed to wake up. But he could feel his eyes fight against the bandages as he tried to see what was around him. He was dead. He remembered it. Death; it was cold but comforting, despite that bastard's influence, he felt at peace. "What happened to me?" He asked, glad at least one body part wasn't mummified. His mouth moved freely, which was a mistake.

"You almost died Human!" Raon cried out. His voice was muffled, almost squeaky. He could only just make out the words. He was clearly still upset about his momentary death. He pulled the bandages from his eyes, knowing his ancient power had healed him by now. His family didn't try to stop him, so they were probably fine with it. He opened his mouth to speak but the words hesitated in his throat. 

Everything was two-dimensional and made of pixels. Everything was pixels. It was as if he was in a meticulously crafted painting. He blinked in surprise. There were blobs standing in front of him. A black blob with blue boxes for eyes floated. It bounced slightly, and blinked every four bounces. He moved towards it cautiously. Then, it spoke. Or at least, attempted to. 

The same noises from a minute ago reappeared. They no longer seemed like muffled words but muffled beeps; both high pitched and low. 

A white box appeared in front of his very eyes and black words appeared on it. He glanced over to the left of the box and his eyes widened. There was a more rendered version of the blob, and it looked very similar. Blue eyes, black body, maturing horns and green magic. The words were typed out 'Human? Are you okay? If you aren't...' He looked at the pixel art image of Raon in the corner, then back at the message. There was a purple x in the corner.

A translucent box, barely the size of Cale's palm showed up. It floated in front of him, right next to his chest. A purple X was stuck to it, the same he just saw, and he pressed on it. The big white box cleared and there was now new words upon it. 'I'll kill everyone in this room, no, the world! You can't die again!' The art next to it changed as well, the pixel art now had angry eyebrows and fire in the blue eyes. When he looked up at the blob, there were angry white eyebrows.

The blob then moved closer and into his arms. He patted the blob, which was still a sticker and he felt confusion. He felt the small blocks underneath his hands when he patted Raon. He gently held his face and his thumb went over the cubed edges of his face. He squinted his eyes and attempted to see Raon as the little dragon he knew. 

He looked in his eyes, looking for a mischevious glint in his round and wide eyes. But he just saw a white square in his octagonal eyes. His soft chubby cheeks were cubey. The thin and strong wings were now paper-like. The baby dragon who he watched grow up, who was here when he died and was someone he was considering to be his son was supposed to be in front of him, but he couldn't see him anymore. Not even his laughter was the same, but beeps and boops. 

Who was this? Surely not his little dragon? 

He looked over to the other children who were just pieces to the painted background. When they spoke there was a white outline around their characters. The beeps and boops turned to a blur in the background. Their cute voices were no longer able to be heard. Their cute laughs, squeaky hiccups, and quiet snores that they vehemently denied doing was invisible to his ear. He couldn't even look the kids in their eyes as their little portraits were dead-eyed. Those weren't his kids.

He was surrounded by little avatars of his family members. He felt alienated. He looked back to his own hands. He still had flesh; soft fingers and veiny hands. He was confused. The family had cubed edges, plastic-y pieces,  beeps and boops. There was no family around him. No one that he knew. Where were the sharp looks when he swore, the warm and gentle touches he would regain consciousness to, the sound of their voices which were laced with worry? 

He was completely alone in an area where he was supposed to feel familiar. A weird feeling surrounded him, and he suddenly felt overwhelmed with a desire to leave. He stumbled to his feet in pain. The characters' reactions were flat — ha ha — and he could no longer muster up any emotions to their concern. He was trying to, but he just walked by. 

The white boxes with text were easy to walk by, and so he paid no attention to their cries. The characters followed him like cardboard cut outs on a hoverboard and he could not handle it. He rushed out despite his limp. His stomach still pained with wounds, however he had to go. 

He scrambled to the door. He struggled against it, pushing with his shoulders and scrunched his face as he used his body weight against the door. When he slipped through the crack, he paled. Everything was 2D. The railing, the hills, the people living below. Their once fluid movements had been compressed into something blocky and fake. There was nothing real about what he was seeing. 

The laughter, the worry, the scariness. None of it was real. Or maybe it was? He wasn't sure. 

He gripped the railing with worry, uncaring how the little sprites could see him so unseemly. The cubes didn't help to ground him, not even when it cut into his skin. His hands felt disjointed to his arms, and little gray dots plagued his sight. 

'Cale! You're hurt! Heal? [X]' A voice that was supposed to be familiar did not live up to his expectations. He let go of the railing as a white box filled his view. Crybaby got infected too. How? He was in his head. He couldn't even lift a hand to hit the purple x when his perspective span and fell. 

"Shit." Beeps and boops escaped his throat. His eyes widened at the noise before rolling back to his skull. Darkness rushed at him and engulfed him whole. A loud thud reverberated as his body hit the floor.

He fucking fainted. 

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