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I feel like we’ve all collectively decided 2026 is the year of yuri so I will leave you with this new years reference for your characters I wanna see some wlw fanart this year

Alright well TikTok kept banning my edit and wouldn’t give me an exact reason for why so you guys get to have it instead and hopefully it actually works this time

“Martyn?”

His name comes up in the night on the brink of a dream or a nightmare, Ren can hardly differentiate anymore. His name comes up often like this. It is almost always followed by…

“I don’t go by that name anymore”

That sentence never fails to send a shiver down his spine. Soon he’ll wake up in a cold sweat looking around for the one who spoke those words only to find him gone.

“Oh…? What… what do you go by now?”

Ren knows the answer, he’s thought about this interaction, his last with Martyn a million times prior.

“It number 3” 

And Ren wakes up. It’s terrifying. On one hand a dream that he can see Martyn at all again but a nightmare as it’s not the one he knew. A number… a placement in the sick game that’s all Martyn… his Martyn deformed into. He hated that. He wanted to keep close the memory of the man he’d built a house… a home with. Shared company with by their lake… planted sunflowers with and ran through the tall bamboo forest, created tree houses and woke up just to greet each other from across the way. Martyn’s was the first face he’d see every morning. But he couldn’t scarcely hold onto those memories. No. What was left burned on his mind was the image of- not Martyn that thing Grian had brought him back as. It wasn’t him it couldn’t be. His Martyn would never speak like that, never try to… His mind had gone blank after that interaction, he barely even felt it when Mumbo finally did him in but he could see Martyn watching. Not even bothering to try and stop it from happening. There was no recognition nothing left of his old self in those cold eyes. Martyn had pretty blue eyes. Like the sky on a sunny day with no clouds or the lake they’d named after him, but they were devoid of life… of color… a dull, dead, grey. It was those eyes that had been the last he’d seen of Martyn. There was nothing left of him by the time Ren respawned and now there never would be… Was this how Martyn felt when he’d left? It pained Ren to think he’d had been the one to inflict this kind of ache on Martyn and suddenly he felt guilty for any life he’d partaken in ending thus far, knowing his fellow players may soon feel this way as well… His only true ally… But no they were more than that, they’d always been more than that. No time or distance even death couldn’t separate that, not for them… never for him. Ren clenched his fist in resolve… he needed a way to see Martyn again, it wasn’t a question he had too. He’d find a way, if he had to kill every last player with bare fists alone he swore he’d do it. For Martyn he’d do anything.

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