~Nobody's Point of View~
The battlefield was stained with blood.
Bright, candy red splotches strewn across the land like paint. A fuchsia puddle underneath the corpse of the late Dersite Queen. Teal and cerulean mixing together, their corresponding bodies, not too far along. Blood red drenching the field before the small group of survivors.
The corpses of friends' pale faces, with eyes never to see the light of day ever again.
Their once brightly coloured pupils were white, and they were in some dream bubble out in the incipisphere.
They were dead.
There really isn't anything else to say on the matter.
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Trapped In Memories
FanfictionThe game is over and won, but not without casualties. Dave Strider is one of the few left surviving. Now, twelve years later, he has still not gotten over the deaths of his half sister, Rose, best bro, John, his very close friend, Jade, his patron t...
