Time means nothing, here. Nothing means anything, here, you're only here because you were doomed and now you're dead just like at least a dozen other Daves. This is the Hell you never could have imagined and this is it, there's nothing more beyond this. Your story might as well be over.
So you lie on your brother's futon because your brother isn't here and it's more comfortable than the floor. You try not to think of anything because you'd rather the bubble just stay the way it is right now, looking like your apartment as if you're alive and at home before the game even started.
"Uh, Dave?"
Oh yeah, you'd nearly forgotten about Tavros. "Yo, Tav," you reply, voice muffled through a cushion.
"Are you okay?"
"Depends, are 'dead' and 'okay' synonymous?"
"No, I guess not." He sits down on the floor in front of you, facing the television even though there's nothing on. Aradia left a few minutes ago and now that the introductions and explanations are over, you're really not sure what to do with yourself or what to say to Tavros. This situation was hilarious for all of five minutes and now you just feel... dead.
"Why are you still here?" you mumble.
Tavros doesn't reply, but he doesn't leave either.
==>
You have no idea how long it's been but things are looking up, in a way. For awhile you lazed around, taught Tavros to play some of your video games, forced him to sit through horrible movies, and (playfully) assaulted him with shitty swords when he least expects it.
"I can't believe you're still here," you joke.
==>
Sometimes you think about the whole doomed Dave thing, how you weren't alpha Dave. You still have the same memories as alpha Dave up until when your timelines deviated and yours became unstable. You were still him, you are still him, but now you're dead and your best friends are probably beating the game with a different Dave, the real one. You miss them, you wish you were alive with them.
You sulk in your bedroom with your turntables, drowning out any other noise with the sound of your sick beats, although what you're presently coming up with isn't as sick as your usual. You thought being upset and lonely was supposed to be good for art creation, that's what people say at least, but you end up just slouching over the instruments and staying there unmoving for who knows how long.
Tavros comes into the room and leans against the wall, quiet for a few minutes before finally speaking. "Could I maybe... hear something you've written?"
You shrug and sit up a little straighter. "You should just go, you have no reason to stay here," you tell him, but you play him a song anyway and he says he loves it.
==>
You don't really need to sleep anymore but you still do sometimes, just for a break and a chance to rest your eyes for awhile. You suppose it passes the time away, somehow. Tavros is reading, curled up on a pile of red and yellow plush toys that he uses in some weird game he tried teaching you once, and you don't understand how it works in the slightest, but the plushies look pretty comfy, so you toss yourself down beside him, shifting until you're in a comfortable position which just happens to include your leg getting tangled between his own.
"Uh..." Tavros says quietly. His shock is both funny and a little cute. You snuggle closer because making him uncomfortable is amusing. No other reason.
Eventually he relaxes, finishes off what he's reading and then just lays there with you quietly.
FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY
Time means nothing, here. Nothing means anything, here, you're only here because you were doomed and now you're dead just like at least a dozen other Daves. This is the Hell you never could have imagined and this is it, there's nothing more beyond this. Your story might as well be over.
So you lie on your brother's futon because your brother isn't here and it's more comfortable than the floor. You try not to think of anything because you'd rather the bubble just stay the way it is right now, looking like your apartment as if you're alive and at home before the game even started.
"Uh, Dave?"
Oh yeah, you'd nearly forgotten about Tavros. "Yo, Tav," you reply, voice muffled through a cushion.
"Are you okay?"
"Depends, are 'dead' and 'okay' synonymous?"
"No, I guess not." He sits down on the floor in front of you, facing the television even though there's nothing on. Aradia left a few minutes ago and now that the introductions and explanations are over, you're really not sure what to do with yourself or what to say to Tavros. This situation was hilarious for all of five minutes and now you just feel... dead.
"Why are you still here?" you mumble.
Tavros doesn't reply, but he doesn't leave either.
==>
You have no idea how long it's been but things are looking up, in a way. For awhile you lazed around, taught Tavros to play some of your video games, forced him to sit through horrible movies, and (playfully) assaulted him with shitty swords when he least expects it.
"I can't believe you're still here," you joke.
==>
Sometimes you think about the whole doomed Dave thing, how you weren't alpha Dave. You still have the same memories as alpha Dave up until when your timelines deviated and yours became unstable. You were still him, you are still him, but now you're dead and your best friends are probably beating the game with a different Dave, the real one. You miss them, you wish you were alive with them.
You sulk in your bedroom with your turntables, drowning out any other noise with the sound of your sick beats, although what you're presently coming up with isn't as sick as your usual. You thought being upset and lonely was supposed to be good for art creation, that's what people say at least, but you end up just slouching over the instruments and staying there unmoving for who knows how long.
Tavros comes into the room and leans against the wall, quiet for a few minutes before finally speaking. "Could I maybe... hear something you've written?"
You shrug and sit up a little straighter. "You should just go, you have no reason to stay here," you tell him, but you play him a song anyway and he says he loves it.
==>
You don't really need to sleep anymore but you still do sometimes, just for a break and a chance to rest your eyes for awhile. You suppose it passes the time away, somehow. Tavros is reading, curled up on a pile of red and yellow plush toys that he uses in some weird game he tried teaching you once, and you don't understand how it works in the slightest, but the plushies look pretty comfy, so you toss yourself down beside him, shifting until you're in a comfortable position which just happens to include your leg getting tangled between his own.
"Uh..." Tavros says quietly. His shock is both funny and a little cute. You snuggle closer because making him uncomfortable is amusing. No other reason.
Eventually he relaxes, finishes off what he's reading and then just lays there with you quietly.
"You're gonna stay forever, aren't you?" you ask.
"Yeah," Tavros agrees.