It's Not Fair

It's just not fair. Why does life just want to screw me over like this? One day, everything is fine, the next, everything goes to shit faster than I would get a fucking pile of creepy ass puppets dumped on my ass the second I would walk out my door.

At least, before everyone died, that is.

Right now, I'm stuck on this meteor, laying down and just staring at the stars go by as we fly past.

Why am I even here? Should I have just stayed in my original timeline? My doomed timeline?

Tch.

I'm the fucking Knight of Time for Gog's sake. So why couldn't I have saved anybody? Sure, I was able to come to this timeline. A timeline where Jack didn't kill Egbert before he could make it to his quest bed. Or a timeline that didn't have Lalonde burn alive in her own home, dying before we even got into this fucking game. Or one of Gamzee murdering everyone he comes across. Or of Vriska killing Tavros. Or little shouty Kitkat- No. Stop thinking this shit. This is a different timeline. Everyone is alive.

But it's not the same.

Bro's death was the worst. He was the one that taught me how Striders are too cool to die. And yet, that little sentence didn't stop him from getting a fucking sword through his chest, now did it?

Then there's Dirk. When we met the Alpha kids, I fucking fell apart. Not on the outside of course. Bro may be dead, but I haven't forgotten what he has taught me. Not by a long shot.

But even so, they are so fucking alike, yet still different.

Sigh.

I began my ways back to my friends. No. Not my friends, but-

Just shut up already. This is getting me nowher-

"Hey Dave!" John yelled out when he saw me. Scaring the shit out of me.

Huh. Maybe I am losing my touch. I didn't even notice him.

"Sup, Egderp." I replied, like I normally would.

....I wonder how long I will be able to keep up this facade. After all, I got plenty of time on my hands.