I feel so flipping accomplished, thank you all for all the views and votes 🥺. I don't really write for views or anything- honestly mostly cuz I have no life- but it is nice to have some, so thank you 🤧. Anywayyyy- to the story!
"̷̧͓̬̭͕̳̬̞̂̿̒̚L̵̛̘͎͐͒i̶̡̧̲͙̖̟̭̯̟̐̿͛'̷̛̭͍̮̻̞̫̙̾͌̍̀͘̕͝ṭ̷͙͍̻̼̻̯̿͜ͅe̷̩͂̍̎͊̇̿̆̓͝n̷͕͇͕̼̺͕͕̬̘͠,̶̼̼̜̾̃͆́͝͠ ̶̹͆̓̓̄͋̐̌̈́̊ȳ̸̠̥̳̝͑̎̀õ̸̥͓̯͙̩͒͋̀͐̒͘͜-̶͕̜̘͍̥̩̩̻͗̑̕͠'̶̡̡̧̤̟̙̏̆̔͐́̅̎͋r̵̳̭̮̪̥͒̂͌̚e̶̬͕̳̥̻̞͗̓̏̀́͂̉̏ ̶̨̰̺̦̙̠͎͓͐̍͜d̸̳̜̳̲̰̾͑ͅ*̷͔͖̗͎͔̥̤̥̫̜̀͒͛̒̎̎̒͆̑ṇ̴̞͓͇̐͑͗̉͂͌́̚ë̴̮̺̰̟͇̙́̆̑̓̃̓̀.̸͙̲͕͑͋̍̿͒̚͜͝ ̷̢͓̗̤̻̻͙̦̭̠̀̂͘͝I̸̧̭͈̲̎̃͆͜͠ͅ2̶̲̔̎̋͂̀̈́̕͝'̸̟̦̗̙͖̆͋s̸̼̬̻͉̘͖̠̐̋ ̴̧̨͕͎͔͎̭́o̵̥͇͘͜+̶̢̲̟͖̥̫̲̠̣̘̓̑̃ë̴̘̙̪r̴̦̰̤̘͓̿̈́͒̂̉.̴̰̏ ̵̧̪̦̺̅^̵͍̈̿̿̍̓͐̍͆̈̃e̸̟̹̓̿͑̈́̈́ ̸̟̝̐̇!̴̨̢̻̳̭̣͑͊o̴̢̬̅͗̒͋̈́n̶̡͙̝̱͆̽̾̓̄'̶̯̫̫̣͒ţ̸̺̼̠̼̱͚͆̾ ̴̤̮͚̥̓́͜ń̸̪̞̤́͑̕͝͝ȅ̷͓̱͕͔̪̤͚͕̔̔́̅#̵̈́͗̈́̏̉̚͝ͅd̵͍͝ ̶̡͉̱̙͇̟͓̱̖̝̐y̷̡̜̝̱̟̦̹͛͜ǒ̶̡͓̤͖̻́͊̊̈́̇́̏̚̕=̷̪̺̣̰̠͎̀̅̈͂̉͜ ̵̧̛̗͖̔̿̓͠@̷̠̓̇̎́̑̔ṇ̷̨̛̦͈̟̀͑y̸̳̽̇̀m̴̓͋͜ō̷̡̫͕͔͎̩̘͎̄́͋̓͐́̂͝͝-̸̬̐͌̋̽̈́̋́͐̄ē̷̠͎̤͍̽̌͗̿̎̚,̶̢̨̨̺̤̱̹͙̥̊̋͋ ̵̖̬̃̃ͅ~̷̻̏̓̄o̴̧̺͉͈̜̬͙̟͎̎̂̊̈́̍̑ư̷͎̺̟̿̔̏͂̇͛͘̚ ̴̧̪͇̲̭̊̀̇"̴̗̞̻̣͍̊̉͒ő̸̟͓̭̥̣͊͗͐̆͘ͅ{̸̲͓̲͆͘t̷̢̡̙̩̩͓̘͖͇̻̊̍̏͋͐̒a̷͓̰̠̞̩̣͚̠̍̎̔̎̍͂̊͆ ̷͔̑ç̵͓̌͂̆̿̿͝ó̸̭̜͇̻̲͓̝m̵̮̳͖̬̉̂̒͜>̵̲̰̜͇̼̭͉͓̿̃͒̃̐͒̑̂̐̚ ̴̧̢̂͋̅͗͒̚͠%̷̖̦͚̳̝̻͉̰̉̍̓̒͐̕i̴̻̱̫͊̂̒̾̏̃̌̌̎͠t̶͍̓͛̈́̍̾̎̚h̶̢͖̫̱͐̔̉̈́́͒̔̕͘̚ ̸͗͊͗̚͜m̴̨͉͎̞͕̻̹̞̾́̇̚&̴̙̖̜̘̹͚̋͐̊̑͑̋̈̓͊.̴͙̟̤̳̟̼͔͐́̊́͝"̷̟̭͚͘ͅ
"̶̯͆A̷͘͜r̶͇͠e̶̢̋ ̵̞̎y̵̤̾ǫ̴̾u̵̦͋ ̵̦̔l̷͍͝i̵̖̓ş̴͋ṭ̸̇ẹ̶̅n̶̳̅ȉ̸̬n̷̞̂g̴͍̒?̴̪̄"̶̻͗
Where was she? She was just at school... but here she was again:
Falling
Into the dark room, again.
It could be PTSD but it just didn't feel like that.
It feels more like when Steven walks into her dreams.
Or had she even experienced that?
No... it's not that either.
It's a memory.
A memory that was breaking the world around her.
It resembled a code of some sort.
But only around her, forcing her to look at the truth.
"They'll be here soon." The girl saying this was visibly in a rush.
"All you have to do is follow your programming and fill your role, for the time being, okay?"
"This conversation never happened, code 726." And with that, the familiar-looking gem disappeared.
"̸̯͌L̷̀ͅê̶̖t̷̙̅'̵̭͛s̵͍͝ ̷̺͝g̵͉̓o̶̔ͅ!̶̙̈"̶̡́
She was back, she knew what the memory was for. It was time for her to go.
"It worked? Finally, cmon you're making a scene." "Chloe," says.
"No, I'm not coming." She says pushing the girls hand away, standing upright on her own.
There were a few people looking at her oddly. Presumably, because she just passed out. It doesn't matter now, she was leaving, one way or another. Away from it all, into her own little world. As herself and no one else.
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Steven + Connie Falling for my Bestfriend
FanfictionSteven and Connie have feelings for each other but to what? The next step is harder than movies portray. This takes place after the movie and none of the characters or fan art are mine.
