= flip side = a cube smp fanfiction = discontinued

= thirteen =

Hello everyone, and welcome back to Flip Side!

Before we begin today... I'd like to tell you guys that our oldest cat, Harley, had to be put down yesterday while my brother and I were at school. He was very vocal, loved sitting at the dinner table with us, and was a kitten when I was just a baby. He was just too old and in pain, it would've been cruel to keep him here any longer...

So RIP Harley <3 we'll miss you so much. I'm adding an old photo I found of a younger me and Harley (I must've been 6-8 years old? So 8-10 years ago?) in case you guys are curious ^^

On a slightly more positive note, I actually have a lot of happy news, too! c:

VASE was on Saturday, and DAMN was it long. We basically sat around for 9 or so hours because the wifi there was only for students, and I was basically around these people for about 14 hours total. But the school was SOOOOO nice, and I got two 4's! Unfortunately, no state again :( but one of my close friends had two pieces go to state, so I'm happy for her c:

Speaking of art, we got DRAWING TABLETS today *cries of happiness* I've never gotten to use one before today, and they are so nice. There's definitely a learning curve that I'll have to get over, but I already love using them. owo

And I may or may not have convinced my friend Aiden to read the Pixel trilogy. He has no idea what he's in for *devious grin*

Anyway, this chapter is definitely not up to standard... I wrote it yesterday when I was immensely emotionally impaired, and I just couldn't muster up the motivation to make it longer. I'm so sorry. Even a Will chapter couldn't seem to give my muse the slap in the face it needs to wake up ;-; I HATE YOU MUSE, GET YOUR BUTT BACK IN GEAR.

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= will =

Three weeks.

Three weeks had passed since my fight with Graser; the last time that anyone so much as saw him online.

I couldn't deny that the guilt was beginning to eat at me. With each passing day of nothing, I could feel myself inching more and more towards that regretful feeling, however much the others tried to convince me it wasn't my fault. At this point, the entire Cube knew—but had agreed to keep it a secret, despite the fans freaking out all over social media. Almost everyone had attempted to reassure me, to make me feel better, but each word they spoke only made me feel worse.

I had hurt him. I must have, for him to disappear so suddenly and completely. Even Graser's temper didn't last three weeks.

"Will," spoke a feminine voice abruptly, and I jumped, almost falling off of my bed, where I'd been fiddling with the chord of my headphones with the attached microphone. I'd been so lost in thought that I hadn't heard the TeamSpeak voice inform me that a new user had joined the channel.

"Oh... Stacy." I sat up, rubbing at my neck and adjusting the microphone with my other hand. "Sorry, you scared me."

"I didn't mean to." Her voice was softer than usual, and an entirely new wave of guilt washed over me at the observation. "Something on your mind?"

I sighed loudly. "Probably exactly what you think is on my mind." I shifted so that my back was leaning against the wall, tugging at the chord slightly and making me wince.

It was silent for a minute or so before Stacy spoke again. "...Will..."

"Mmm?"

"Are you okay?"

I exhaled slowly, tipping my head back so that it knocked gently against the wall. "...I don't know, Stacy. I'm just so confused and guilty and unsure... I shouldn't have been so harsh." My hands curled gradually into fists. "And you... I shouldn't have plowed over you like that. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm really sorry."

"Oh, Will." Her voice was sympathetic now. "You don't need to apologize to me."

"But I do." I gritted my teeth. "You couldn't even get a word in--"

"And that's fine," she pressed firmly. "I don't blame you, Will. I really don't. Don't kill yourself over me." She hesitated, and the silence made the atmosphere grow tense again. "But Graser..."

"I know, Stacy. He's mainly what I'm worried about." I shut my eyes for a moment. "Do you think he... did something?" I couldn't stop my voice from trembling a little, recalling myself in that very place before the argument. It almost seemed as if we'd traded sides, with everyone in the Cube talking to me now and Graser nowhere to be found. How ironic. I chuckled dryly in my mind.

"I couldn't tell you. He's never been gone this long before without telling anyone." Stacy sounded concerned now, too, and I winced at the fact that I'd made her worry. "But you shouldn't be beating yourself up over it. If you're trying everything you can to contact him and he's not answering, what more can you do from England?"

Her point was valid, but it didn't make me feel any better.

"You pain in the ass, Graser," I muttered halfheartedly, not particularly meaning it. I knew Stacy could tell, because she didn't speak up to reprimand me, and for a while, we sat there in silence, listening to the sound of each other breathing through our microphones.

And I was content to stay there, wondering what a certain Canadian must be feeling halfway across the world.

ITS SO SHORT AND BAD OMFG IM SORRY~ *glares at sleeping muse*

QUESTION(S) OF THE CHAPTER:

I know I asked this a while back, but do you guys have any pets? I now just have my babies Ginger and Rocco, two cats (it's so weird not to say three anymore...)

AND/OR

Writers, how do you guys get your muses back when you have writer's block? Because I could really use a push ^^"

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~ Cherry