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He knew this was wrong, and he hated himself for it. Weaving timelines where the game didn't happen, weaving timelines where everyone was happy and things were normal. Weaving timelines where he wasn't the only one left alive.
After they had all died, he left the alpha timeline. God knows he couldn't live without those three, but he also didn't want to die. So there he was, in one of those stupid doomed timelines, chatting with the bright green text as if everything was normal. The green text was always concerned about the way he acted in these timelines, but he doesn't mean to. There was so much to tell her that he never did.
The blue text never questioned anything, just went with the flow, like the wind. He loved talking to the blue text. Their conversations never skipped a beat. He could be gone for years and come back to the blue text, and he would act like it was only yesterday they talked.
The purple text was the most risky to talk to. That one would see right through the ruse, like it always does. That one knows everything. Despite all that, it's always enjoyable to exchange sarcastic comments with. They were like siblings, the way they fought.
He always took chats with the green text the most serious. He typed away, the familiar air of his room, the smell of stale Doritos and the hot Texan air invading his personal space. He loved it.
"GG: hi dave! :D
TG: hey
TG: wyd
GG: nothing much
GG: just finished feeding bec!
TG: cool cool
GG: coolkid calling me cool? hehe :)
TG: well yeah
GG: :D
TG: so anyway
TG: was wondering if you wanted to drop some beats today
TG: if youre not busy with your whole island girl shtick
GG: yes that sounds great!
GG: i actually have a little something that i put together the other day, give me a moment to grab it"
He looked at the bright green text sadly, his red eyes drooping with sadness. His inner pendulum told him that there wasn't too much time left in the timeline before it dissipated. He hated this. He'd have to make a new one soon, and then the entire conversation would have to restart. Nothing he said to any of them mattered in these dead end timelines. Might as well get it out, like he always did when talking to any of them.
"TG: jade
TG: listen to me okay
TG: forget about my whole irony and cool kid thing i have for two seconds
TG: i love you jade
TG: always have in my worthless life okay
TG: and im sorry
GG: dave?
TG: im sorry
turntechGodhead (TG) ceased pestering gardenGnostic (GG)"
He sighed, a shaky breath escaping his lips. He looked inside himself, focusing on another timeline in which the choices were different, where everyone was alive and well. Another where nothing you just told the bright green text mattered.
As the new thread started to form, he could feel his stomach twisting in knots, his head throbbing like a drum, a wave of exhaustion taking over. He's tired. He's hurt. Weaving doomed timelines on purpose was a strenuous task, and that's not even taking into account how many he's making. It hurts him. He can feel himself slipping away with each new thread but he doesn't care.
It's nearly there, nearly complete when he is snapped back out of it. Blood is dripping from his nose and his eyes are squeezed shut. Huh. That's weird. It's never stopped him before.
He tries again, focusing, focusing-
And this time, he coughs, and suddenly his hand is covered in blood. No. No no no.
He's destroying himself and he knows it, but he doesn't care. He tries again. He doesn't even get to the weaving before he's hacking up chunks of something nasty and he doesn't even want to think about what that is. His breaths come in light wheezes and his vision is getting blurry.
No
No
No
He's caught in a doomed timeline with two minutes seven seconds left in it and he can't leave why can't he leave
The green text is still trying to talk to him and he's barely keeping it together. That sort of thing happens when you're about to disappear from the plane of existence. He supposes the one thing that he can do in his last one minute forty two seconds to calm him down is talk to her.
"GG: dave!!
GG: answer me!
GG: dave please im serious!"
One minute eleven seconds.
"GG: what are you apologizing for?
GG: you know i love you too!
GG: im worried about you! :("
Fifty seven seconds.
"TG: hey
TG: sorry
TG: bro called me for a minute
GG: what was that all about?!
TG: yknow
TG: just me being so totally not ironic
GG: is this a prank?"
Thirty five seconds.
"TG: nah im no egbert
TG: i love you
TG: so so much
TG: and im just sorry for everything
TG: im sorry for letting you die"
Twenty one.
"GG: well
GG: before i say anything else
GG: i really, truly, not ironically love you too dave!"
He grins. Larger than any other grin he's had in a long time because god knows he's never even really smiled. Not in front of anyone. But he's grinning like a madman and this is the only thing that matters in your last five seconds.
"GG: <3"
Two.
"TG: <3"
One.
