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Empty. That's all it is. Empty.
I look back into the darkness, hoping that something will look back at me.
I soon realize that there wasn't anything to look back to.
Barren, empty. That's all there is. Black, barren, and empty, with no end in sight.
I deserve this. I really do.
After everything I'd done, all those kiddens I'd slaughtered..... Henry......
I shudder thinking about him. I shudder even more when I realize how badly I want to see him again.
I deserved this. Why should I be allowed to rest when I'd helped create the problem in the first place?
Jack.... he had so much faith in me. He tried to fix me....
I sometimes wish he didn't. I wish that he'd springlocked me the first chance he had.
I doesn't matter now.... I'm alone now anyways...
I always end up alone.
I can see why though.
I'm a nuisance, a bastard. My own parents didn't even stick around for long.
They saw what I was from the start, and dumped me before I would ruin their lives.
God, I remember pretending to talk to them, whole conversations when I was at the orphanage. They all thought I was crazy.....
I guess they were right. Especially the box. Fuck, if anyone ever saw the box.....
It's probably why I'm here now.
I deserve this. I'm sorry Jack, I don't think I can ever rest like you wanted me to.
I'm always going to be alone, even in eternity.
Just me. Me, and all of my regrets and depression.
Something catches my attention just then. A noise. It's a soft thudding, almost rhythmic.
I look back up, and gaze in shock as I see Jack walking towards.
I go and hug my clementine, tears streaming down my face as I hold him tightly in my arms.
But.... "No, No!"
Jack starts to flake away in my arms, slowly turning in dust as I desperately try to keep him together, like he did with me.
"No, Jack! No, please..... don't leave me again..."
Everything fades away.
I gasp and nearly fall out of bed.
Fuck, Wh- I manage to mutter out before noticing the tears running down my face.
I suddenly hear a whimper, and look over to the right side of my bed.
Blackjack is staring up at me, with a sad look on his face.
He doesn't say anything, he hasn't really said anything for while.
He just jumps up onto the bed and lies down next to me.
I pet him on the head gently.
I feel my breathing start to slow down as I focus on petting him.
"Good doggo, good doggo." I say quietly.
I sigh, remembering that I did make it. That Jack made it possible for me to go to the other side.
Not to rest, I'm still recovering.
It's not the same without Jack, but I'm making it. Me and Blackjack are making it.
I breathe in.
"Everything's alright, everything's alright."
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Hello guys! This fic was a little harder for me to write as shorter fics tend to stump me a little. This also my first time really handling anything in first person point of view so I apologize if Dave out of character in this. Don't be afraid to give me critique where I need it! I hope y'all have a good reading. I'll try to answer messages tomorrow when I can!
