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Thirty-seven.

This one has tried sculpting your face thirty-seven times...

Khajiit finds himself forgetting things, events that happen, and little details... We're afraid we'd forget your face, your soft features, and your expression of kindness... Your eyebrows furrowed before you laughed, nose scrunching in amusement.

It's in Kuji'fa's moments of sanity we find ourselves surrounded by remnants of you. Khajiiti's hands gently holding false facsimiles of your face; amber carvings, both broken and whole surrounding this one's body. It's you. They're you. Every. Single. One. But, none of them are right. This one's hands don't feel your warmth when they hold your many faces, they feel cold, icy amber. The faces were frozen in your expression of anguish, without the tears that shed from your eyes. None of them change like yours. None of them redden like yours did when Khajiit's hands held it so gently.

All the amber is golden, so shiny. The color that complimented your eyes... All this one can think of while holding them are your tears and the gold. The gold that took you away from me. The gold that deprives me of your touch, your love... The gold Kuji'fa sees in his accursed eyes, the eyes now deprived of your smile. That beautiful smile, so forgiving, so gentle...

Khajiit misses you, little dragon...

He tried being happy for you. Visiting our old places, checking on the people. Khajiiti's body moving and living to the best of your ability, just for you.

We tried revisiting Kvatch... Looking for any recollection of you. Your church stood once again, the building you so loved once again rebuilt to its past glory. Kuji'fa couldn't help it, his feet taking him into the building.

You felt so close in that moment... Something that felt like your soul surrounding us. This one remembers seeing it for the first time, the glass. They memorialized you, all of you... Your form shining as the sun gently rose into the morning, that light shining through your body... It was you, it felt like you. I could almost feel your head resting on our shoulder, your laughter caressing Khajiit's ears like a lost greeting.

Kuji'fa wishes he didn't immediately cry, the tears he shed settling the reality that this was the closest we could get to being near you again...

They got your eyes right, dear dragon. They were blue, so blue. Shining in that familiar way, a sense of tired happiness. It reminded Khajiit of checking on you in the home of the blades. Seeing you sitting by the fire, book in hand. Bags under your kind eyes.

You tried so hard, your hands never tiring of writing your solutions. You sought to make the lives of everyone better, your hands and heart open to all who needed it.

It seems that moment in your church denoted needing your hands. A welcome, but cruel reminder of your love. Khajiit felt you, your fingers brushing away his tears. Ghostly hand trailing up to rest in his hair. We couldn't help it, leaning into your ghost, nothing in sight. But you were there. It was you, for once it felt like we could hear your heartbeat again, our head resting on your chest. The way you rested your hand in our mane, scolding us for being so reckless...

You were gone too soon, what Kahjiit wouldn't give just to hold your hand again. Run our paw pads against your palm and lay our lips upon your wrist...

Khajiit remembers little of his time in the imperial city, This one's mind is addled with delicious madness seeping from every corner. Melting thoughts and memories like hot cheese. This one remembers being tossed into a prison cell, the walls scratching, always scratching. Every brick is blank and boring, water trickling over holes and damage like Khajiit's interest in the other prisoner.

He thinks, for a moment, that the prisoner to his front was orderly. Too much so, Khajiiti's ears barely remembered taunts and boasts about the order it followed.

Home was missed, this one thinking back to wild fists and claws. Words jabbing and taunting like blades locked in a beautiful; bloody, embrace. Khajiiti's claws ached for Anequina, dear old Anequina. This one's mind was, once closer to sane, closer to a blank sheet ready to be burned with knowledge and experience. And burned it did, his limited moments of sanity clinging to sweet blue eyes. Messy brown hair gently tugged in stress, black robes replaced with resplendent royals. Dear, sweet Martin..... His gaze felt like home, with kind eyes, so kind...

A poor, lovely soul dragged into the light by unkind arms. All four of the accursed appendages attempting to rip him apart, rip the life out of his warm hugs. The soul that shone kindly to those wretched souls claimed to be a curse upon the living.

Khajiit remembers that feeling, those who dared to spawn him claiming his existence a mistake. The god whom he knows well, for he sees his eyes in the mirror, thinks his thoughts, and sees his memories stained with madness in all her shiny glory. Her sweet whispers bring memories of times spent fighting beside those beautiful blues.

Martin..... The one person to make this god-bound Khajiit feel special. Feel whole, and complete. This one remembers their words, naming him Kuji'fa. The mad one... He remembers that name, a shadow to the title he now carried. An allusion to the god who blessed his birth with white fur and bright yellow eyes, surrounded by purple. His orange stripes were not unlike the coat that donned madness himself. The whispers being his only company for so long, were known almost as well as Khajiit's regret.

Kuji'fa's arms ached to hold that dear soul again, sweet words and glances shared every battle, every arduous labor that kept him from his warmth. The pain that filled those watery eyes once his artifact was gained... Kuji'fa could cry at the tears his dragon shed, the arms encircled his torso like he was afraid we'd leave. We'd never leave our dragon, his tear-stained face hidden in our chest; attempting to hide his sadness. We never wanted him to hide, we loved all of him. All of his relieved glances, awkward speeches attempting to excite confidence, and his little smile whenever he saw another's joy.

Kuji'fa misses you little dragon, misses your farewell tears as you look back at us one last time. Your form is engulfed by the pretty lights, your lovely soft blues looking at our faces one last time. The pretty light bearing your soul for all to see one. last. time.

We kept our promise, dear dragon. We remember you, in between each seed of madness... We promised we wouldn't forget, we wouldn't bury your sweet voice in our mind's eyes. They look like yours, you know? We couldn't go without seeing them for too long, we miss you too much. This one hopes if he gets to see you again, your arms might wrap around him like they once did. We've changed, we know. We aren't entirely the same, but we hope your eyes might one day turn to us and recognize ours, as they once were. Behind our madness, we still love you...

I'll see you later Dear Dragon, may the stars guide your loving face back to our accursed yellows.

Bad End

Voice Lines:

"Welcome back to Meta-burger, what can I get started for ya?"

"Ya know, no matter how many times this world repeats... I still have hope it'll stop."

"Everytime you kill me I gain a new scar kid, do you think this is my first time?"

"This world is a cog in a multitude of others.."

"The funny thing about these repeats Sans... Is you never know what you are gonna get."

To the player:

"I know 'frisk' isn't in control, question is... Why are you?"

(pacifist) "It is interesting that you play peacefully yet, unintentionally harm others... Oh? You don't know do you?"

(Genocide) "The same song and dance (Players Name)?"

(Both) "I can't find myself caring about much anymore... The actions of you and other players leave their traces, you just need to know where."

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(Authors Note: Hello all this is a fanfic made due to a promise to @reaperfeels and @antiknuckles, here ya go you two I hope you enjoy. Also please don't @ me for the bad old timey speech I am not good at typing it. Also this is made with a character that represents the reader but has a given name due to me hating to type Y/N over and over. They also use she/they pronouns as I never see any fanfics with a female presenting protagonist.)

Ace woke up floating in a void.

Turning her head left and right quickly she noted that there was no gravity or solid ground nearby. Confused, she tried to figure out how she got here only to be interrupted by a booming voice. 

“Welcome to my realm, located beyond both time and space.” 

Ace flinched back, startled at the sudden intrusion. The voice seemed to chuckle in response, finding Ace’s bafflement funny. 

“It is well that thou art here.”

“I am that which humans call Arceus.” 

Ace nodded, figuring out that the voice would answer her questions. 

“What is thy name?”

Ace responded verbally, waving a shy hello to the voices direction. 

“My name is Ace. Nice to meet you.”

“Ace…”

“Soon thou shalt find thyself in a world strange to thee…”

“A world inhabited by wondrous creatures that humans call ‘Pokemon’.”

“Ace…”

“Seek out all Pokemon, and thou shalt find me once more.” 

Ace realized that they wouldn’t have much time to ask a question. 

“Um, Arceus? Sir? Ma’am? May I ask a question before you go?” 

The being stopped, genuinely surprised at the request. They were mildly amused at the confusion, but acquiesced.

“If I am going to a world of Pokemon do I have to use pokeballs or could I just try to befriend the Pokemon instead? The items don’t look very comfortable to be in and I wouldn’t want to subject anyone to being in a space too small.” 

If Arceus was surprised before, it is worse now. Thinking over their answer they finally put one together that was satisfactory. 

“If thy wish to befriend, then it may please you to know it is possible. Thine journey wilt be most difficult, however.” 

Ace nodded and waved goodbye to the pokemon god before disappearing. Arceus stayed in stunned silence before muttering to themself.

(Authors Note: So Archive of our own is not working for me at the moment and I felt bad for not updating my Mia x Miranda story. So I decided to upload it here for people to read as I personally dislike it when I have to wait long periods for fanfics to update. I am sorry for making yall wait so long.)

Mia was contemplating homicide.

Arriving at her workplace gave her a measly three hours of peace. Mia found the solitude of her workspace refreshing and relaxing, especially if she got to spend time with Miranda. While the blonde did not understand some physical affection (which Mia found cute and oddly charming) she did try to help the brunette out. 

Mia remembered her first encounter with the blonde's awkward social interactions four years ago, she had moved her office right next to Miranda (as she was the head scientist). They had been assigned a cloning project and Mia was the technical and DNA expert. She had experience in hacking and needed to get into the database of another company and get some stolen files. As Miranda was the boss and had to oversee any file transfers (to prevent theft). During that assignment, the two got closer and Mia showed Miranda the joy of Microwave cookies. 

FLASHBACK

Mia had been working with Miranda on an assignment for two days. According to HR, another company stole some documents and they wanted Mia to hack into the mainframe and upload a virus after getting the files back. Miranda as the head scientist had to oversee the work done, as to prevent more theft. One thing Mia had noticed on past projects and the current one, was that Miranda seemed to not stop for food often. The brunette was concerned for the blonde yet, would not say so until the work was done. 

It had taken a total of two days and seven hours to get the files back and to create a virus complex enough to ruin the opposing company's chances. 

Once she was done, Miranda was about to leave but Mia stopped her. The blonde was surprised to see a glare on her face, only to pale at the next question. 

“Miranda, how long has it been since you’ve sat down to eat something other than a piece of toast?” Mia had asked suspicion present. 

‘Why do I get the feeling I'll be in trouble if I don’t answer her?’ 

“Uh, four days ago?” The confused blonde replied. 

What Miranda didn’t expect was to be dragged into the employee kitchen and sat down at the table. Just as she was going to complain Mia snapped her head back and gave her an eyebrow raise, clearly daring her to move. 

Deciding to stay still seemed to ease the brunette off of glaring at her and she relaxed, deciding to see why Mia dragged her into the kitchen. Looking off to the side she sees a shiny object hanging off of the key holder and proceeds to stare at it until a light flick of her nose gains her attention. Looking up she is greeted by Mia smiling and pointing down to a plate of leftovers. Miranda was about to object but a stern look stopped her words. 

“Okay,” she mumbled softly.

The brunette had relaxed and watched the head scientist eat, getting ready to introduce her favourite college treat. Miranda had to admit the food was good and she was quite hungry (despite not needing the sustenance). Hearing the fridge open again, she looked up to see Mia pull out a container of cookie dough and scoop some out onto a plate. 

Confused, Miranda tilted her head to the side and watched. Eventually, she got too curious and ended up asking why the dough was being put into the microwave. 

“Well Mira, I am about to introduce you to the wonderful world of microwave cookies,” Mia stated.

“What’s the difference between a microwave cookie and a regular one?”

FLASHBACK END

Mia was startled out of her flashback when a knock on her door rang out. Opening the door she was greeted by an annoyed Miranda and an irate Ethan. An exasperated sigh left her lips as she noticed the male standing to the left of her boss. He looked happy to see her paired with a smug look added to it. 

Her hand itched to pinch the bridge of her nose like a tired mother who was done with their child's shit. She knew her husband didn’t like Miranda, but this was ridiculous. 

“Ethan, why are you here?” Mia said, exasperation clear in her tone.

He looked surprised at the tone she used for him, almost like he thought she would’ve forgiven him. The building frustration at his insistence to intrude upon her alone time nagged at the back of her head. Mia had a sense of deja-vu and could sense that an argument was about to break out. 

Looking at Miranda, she could see the blonde could also tell things were not going to go well in this conversation. 

“Mia,” Ethan said, sounding sad. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home. You may not like my opinions, but I am right and I figured you would realise that by now.” 

Mia’s distinctive eyebrow twitch let Miranda know that she should be prepared to comfort Mia afterwards. 

“Ethan we have been married for many years kindly, fuck off,” Mia stated, disdain clear in her tone. 

Ethan decided to try and push his luck with Mia’s current mood and it backfired beautifully. 

Miranda’s P.O.V

Miranda did not expect this. 

First, she gets a call from the secretary telling her that Mia’s husband is at the office wanting to speak to her. This annoyed her to no end so, she decided to go to the lobby and speak to the stupid man. Once she entered the lobby an irate blonde male greeted her. 

Deciding to be professional she put on a calm facade and went to greet him.

“Hello, Mr Winters, may I ask why-” she was interrupted by him speaking.

“Stay the fuck away from my wife and tell me where she is.” He interrupted, scowling at her.

Letting out a sigh, she continued.

“Why are you here Mr Winters? I am sure Mia let you know that spouses are not allowed past the lobby.” She finished, pretending he did not interrupt her. 

The man glared indignantly and went to speak.

“I am here because my wife has not been home for three weeks.”

Miranda was tempted to roll her eyes yet refrained.

“Mr Winters, what your wife wishes to do is none of my business. If she decided to stay here it was of her own free will and probably has to do with a personal issue between you two. Quite frankly her staying here has increased productivity and I am quite happy with the work being done, that is my only concern regarding her.” She replied, showing her displeasure. 

She decided to continue just as he was about to speak.

“We have rooms for all employees so they can come and go at their own pace. If she wants to stay here she will stay here, period. I do not care if you haven't seen her. You have a phone, correct?” she said, letting him know he was not welcome to show up on a whim.

“Yes,” Ethan replied, curtly.

Miranda went to continue and prepared to call security. 

“Use your phone to call her, do not show up just because you want to. I can and will call security If you cannot get this through your head. Are we clear?” 

Miranda stared at him with a penetrating gaze. 

Ethan smirked and replied.

“If I do not see my wife I will get the police involved. Phone my wife and ask if she will allow visitors.”

Letting out a sigh Miranda motioned to the secretary, holding out her hand for the phone. The secretary nodded and gave the blonde woman the phone.