Up Gallows Creek Without A Paddle

Oh come on this was a gimme

You think a mask dtiys challenge would come up and I WOULDN’T do it???? It’s a slam dunk!!!

Here’s the original photo btw

Forrest: thanks, guys. That’s really… really nice of you to remember.

Reggie: your start date is in your file. Data doesn’t forget.

Barbara: wait, what’s that on your hands?

Forrest: that would be pink nail polish.

Peggy: why are you wearing pink nail polish?

Forrest: because I have a six year old daughter who is REALLY in her pink phase right now, and it’s not enough that she and Mommy have pink nails, but Daddy must ALSO have pink nails, and it is apparently an affront to God himself if I take them off.

Peggy: you’re adorable, you know that, right?

Forrest: what???

Marie: nothing. I just like saying your name.

His entire job is helping people get their message to the world and she so desperately needs people to hear her message

This took way too long and I am so bad at this LMAOO

Anyway

But my brain LOVES to think of like, the saddest possible avenue.

So now theres like

The normal ending

And then like, the Ridiculously Sad ending that’s just twisting the knife (haha) as much as possible

I don’t want to end my night by crying so I’ll basically say this.

The CoP au ends with Marie passing peacefully from various health complications stemming from old age and running herself into the ground for twenty years.

Forrest: hey if I had the ability to I would bring him back for you in a heartbeat. No questions asked.

Marie: why??

Forrest: ‘cuz it would make you happy.

Marie: so you’d let me go to make me happy? What about you? Surely that wouldn’t make you very happy.

Forrest: oh it would break my heart, for sure. But if you’re happy, that’s all that matters.

Marie: you can’t seriously be this selfless. I’m in hell right now. This is hell. I’m being tortured by how nice you are because I know I could never be that nice and I’ll never deserve you.

Marie: it’s just George again.

Forrest: just George huh?

Marie: I just keep thinking back to when he died. It was so sudden.

Forrest: yeah. It was. You want to talk about it a bit?

Marie: ok.

Forrest: okay then. What happened after that night? The days following?

Marie: well… I went to everyone I could think of, asking for help.

Forrest: no one did anything, did they?

Marie: hmm-mm.

Forrest: I’m so sorry. You both deserved different.

Marie: thanks.

Forrest; what was after that?

Marie: well.. there was the funeral.

Forrest: they let them have a funeral for him?

Marie; yeah. In the church, just down the street from the station.

Forrest: that’s a pretty little church.

Marie; it is. And it was. Went there every Sunday. I’d see George there with his family, too. No surprise they went with it for the funeral.

Forrest: how was the funeral?

Marie: I don’t know.

Forrest: what do you mean you don’t know?

Marie: I didn’t get to see it all.

Forrest: why not?

Marie: when I went up to his body to say goodbye my parents dragged me out and sent me home for making a scene. Because I got mad and started cursing at the people who did it.

Forrest: did you get to watch the burial?

Marie: no.

Forrest: oh, Marie. You needed to see his body in that casket. You needed to see them put him in the ground. God, no wonder you’re so messed up. They didn’t let you grieve even a little.

Marie: thanks…

Forrest: I’m not saying you’re ‘messed up’ messed up, I’m saying there’s a reason this has bothered you so much for so long. You got absolutely no closure. You should’ve been there for the whole funeral. You should’ve been there for the burial.

Marie: not much I can do about that now, I’m afraid.

Forrest: talking about it is helping, I think. It has to.

Marie: hopefully you’re right.