What if... (hfjONE-shots)

...Airy Returned to Earth (Pt.15)

Hiya Edgelings!

Dying Sanity AU (Pt.17)

DSAU LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I have been wanting to write this chapter, since FOREVER, but I just didn't have any idea where to go with it until recently. I'm glad that I took the short break to work on my other AU, but I'm also very happy to be back here! Hopefully I'll be able to finish this storyline by spring, but we shall see what happens :)

Also NEW PLUSHIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I NEED THEM ALL!!!!!!!!

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Aaron thought about his encounter with Magazine the entire rest of the day. He only said hello... What made her run away? Was it the fact that he called her Magazine? He knew that Bryce really didn't like his competition name, so maybe she felt the same... It wasn't intentional but Aaron really just couldn't remember her name... was it the competition itself? But that didn't make sense... Magazine was the second elimination, she wasn't affected by his seven month recovery... Why would she be mad about ONE? She wasn't like Amelia and the others he had hurt... right?

His mind trudged through a slough of circular thoughts, torn between blaming himself and merely shrugging it off, all the while his hands remained busy fixing and typing. He had no concept of time, not noticing when the lights in the front went off.

That is until Simeon stuck his head into the back, "Goodnight, Aaron," he called out, that same aloof grin on his face.

"...wait, we're... done already?" Aaron questioned, surprised at how fast time went by.

"Yeaaaaaah, 6:00," The purple tissue box confirmed, then waved as he stepped back to the front door, "Bye, bye now."

Aaron stared at the deconstructed monitor scattered about on the worktable, frowning softly. He didn't like leaving it unfinished... but he knew he wasn't supposed to stay... but would it hurt if he did? He pushed his chair back and stood, peeking his head in the front to see if there was someone he could ask. But Simeon was already out the door and Isla was nowhere to be seen, apparently she had left earlier.

He turned and gazed at the shining metal parts laying out on the wooden table, the white fluorescent lights reflecting off of every fissure. He felt bad about leaving it like that... torn apart and nonfunctional. I made him feel that familiar ache of incompletion. It felt wrong... So with a sigh he returned to his seat and reached for a coil of wire, preparing to replace a few of the older ones within the machine.

Hopefully this won't take too long...

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A quiet room, the only sound present is the faint humming of the air conditioning unit. A blanket of darkness lay over the room, the curtains cloaking the glass windows and refusing to let the dim light of cloudy evening sky enter. In the center of the room, someone laid silent, and though she made no noise, her mind roared. Her body remained still, shrouded in soft sheets and blankets, yet her heart sank deeper with each new anxiety her mind invented.

Amelia wanted to sleep. She really did.

But no matter how long she closed her eyes, no matter how still she laid, her mind refused to slow down and give her respite. It raced and leapt and dragged her into places she didn't want to go. She didn't want to think of her family. She didn't want to think of her work. She didn't want to think about Bryce... She really just wanted a few hours to escape the harsh reality of the world and submerge herself in the cool, relieving waters of unconsciousness.