Game Over

Dead, But not Dead

A/N: Loving the reads guys. Also, THANKS FOR THE VOTE, RANDOM PERSON. Anyways, back to the story. Also, going with Averiett's POV, because the third person thing was hard for me. It's short, I know. This was made to make some people happy.

 A few hours, that's how long a Strider cries. Hours of sobbing over a corpse. John had woken up while Dave was sobbing, and joined him. I was bewildered, honestly. I just believed that I was another player in the game, just another piece. Maybe even a pawn. But strangely, I was a queen the pair. John had gone off about half an hour ago to wash himself up, but by the look on his face, I knew he just went off to weep alone. His ragged whispering, rocking back and forth, and his body wracking with tears. This was Strider's darkest time. I let out a silent sigh at this, and moved the black space, that stood in-front of me, so that I can get a better look at him. His face was almost as red as his uncovered, puffy, eyes.

"Averiett... No, no, no, no.. I-" He drew in a shaky breath, "Just come back.. P-please." And as the endless cycle went, he buried his face in the crook of the doomed me's neck. I would imagine the body should be cold, but obviously, Strider didn't mind.

You should go to him, tell him that you're okay. Shut up, mind. Now's not the right time to come out and tell. But it is. Look at the clock. I sighed and obeyed, looking at the cracked clock that was hanging crudely on the torn wall. Smiling, I enlarged the black hole in-front of me, causing Dave's eyes to widen in both fear and happiness. It would be strange to see a black tear in-front of you randomly pop up out of nowhere. Making it large enough to step through, I poked my head through the tear, allowing Strider to see me. His mouth opened, but no words came out. I smiled, and spoke clearly "Hello? Have I stumbled upon the right Dave?"

  He laughed, a smile forming. Those rare smiles. "Y-yes! Averiett is that really you?" He dropped his cool-kid attitude and replaced it by bringing that expression that's widening on his face. He got up, gently laying the dead me on the ground.

"Yes. It's actually me." I replied, stepping out fully. The tear automatically closes itself violently, creating a a gust of wind. He gasped and threw himself at me, hugging me tightly and crying into my shoulder. I looked over his shoulder, the dead body of my doomed self lying there. "It was a doomed me. Trust me." I spoke, my voice fading. He stepped back and looked at me, or what seemed to be me. I turned around to see John standing there, wiping his eyes.

"We're together again." John said, a goofy smile forming on his face. I nodded slightly, assuring him. 

"Yes." I bit off the rest, knowing my own death wouldn't be much farther than a few months. Game continued. I thought to myself; But there will be no more coins to continue.