#af8

Edwige Fenech

shemus dump

(context is in af8 discord server @askfallen8, go join!!!)

Do you remember that smile?

When you zoom out, you remember all that made you blush. That sincerity, where your happy ending is indeed possible, maybe that was what you were thinking when you saw that smile. That taunting, yet reassuring smile, reshaped your purpose in life. 

Do you remember the laughs and tears?

When they would tease you for being shy, of being a little idiot, of being the person that “ruined” their life. But to know that you are their idiot. They are yours and you are theirs, and you cry in happiness, knowing that it still stays like this forever.

Do you remember…?

All is blurry, but out of the obscurity, you see… a reflection of yourself?

You see the tears that magnified the view, sitting eye-to-eye with that special someone. Hands holding tightly, so tightly. You touch his face, a smooth and fluffy surface, increasingly feeling warmer and warmer as you keep it for longer than he would ever anticipated. Yet his face holds on to it, tilting towards it, the weight feels lesser even when he continues to lie so heavily on your hand. You feel a stronger grip, a stronger grip of reality.

…hello?

You see your hand shaking, losing your grip. That view of the sky, day and night, turned red. The once calming silence turned deafened, you don’t feel safe anymore. And when he spoke, he spoke like a demon, a devil. He no longer possesses a voice, only screams and cries. You try to close your ears; you try so, so desperately to hold on to yourself. 

Yet you break.

He turns away slowly. When you come out of your hiding, he has completely turned away from you. You cannot see his face, nor his expressions anymore. This doesn’t remind you of good times.

You felt like that when the two of you had argued and a fight occurred after that, you feel scared that any approach now would not work.

But you tried anyway…

Yet he drifts away.

When you try to take a grip onto him, your hand goes through his body. When you try to turn towards him, he turns before you can see his smile or frown (anything on his face would reassure you). That cold silence, the silent treatment, that hurts.

It does, you try your best to be part of his life. You try to become friends again, like you once were. You try to become a friend to a friend, or an associate, or a co-worker. Yet he treats you with the same eye-glaring face.

You see what he is doing now, and you realize how horrible your lover is.

Committing arson and crucifying the children, shooting people dead in the Bronx. So many kneecaps shot, so many heads under the mercy of this maniac, and so many people psychologically tortured for his entertainment.

You hear a voice, barely one at this point. He calls your name.

Shoots you…

…

…

Yet nothing happened.

You had been a ghost this entire time. You had been invisible, yet invincible.

So when he suddenly remembered your name, you tried your best to be hurt, but yet it refused.

You have dignity, you have justice, and you have unity amongst others.

DOWN WITH BITCHBOY12.

Those were the words. Infuriated, disappointed, vengeful, you joined the movement. You seek every blood you can extract, all the pain and suffering he had caused, all the times he turned his back on you, all those GODDAMN FUCKING TIMES, you just want him to feel a fraction of how you felt with him.

oOoH, i’M ThE mOsT cRazY iN tHiS sErVer.

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Fine, you want to see me angry??? ohhhh you don’t want to see the ALPHA ANGRY, BAKA!!! You, as the nonchalant dreadhead, thought. 

And so you plan a trial, where he will be guilty no matter what. You want him to be charged for all the crimes he has committed. But along all of them, you just wanted him to be charged for leaving you behind. You want revenge.

And that revenge was bittersweet; you see him suffer, all his crimes now condensed into one session where he will be indefinitely exiled.

…but you don’t feel right.

You want to love him, and he wants to love you.

So you call, “please, I will have you declared innocent!”

“I’ll rather be dead than to love you ever again.”

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“Ok I’ll stop bothering you.”

Sigh. Finally that’s over. Clover could finally catch a breath after that. He was used to it, he told himself. He should have gotten used to it. Somehow Frisk never disappointed at being disappointing as a younger sibling.

…but to say that Frisk was always a disappointment. That would be incorrect, as much as Clover would claim in front of them.

He remembered the time he walked across the Ruins all by himself, wandering with his curiosity for the Old Home that monsters once lived before resettling. 

You can imagine how scared Clover would have been when they heard a thundering noise somewhere, he tried to look for the source of the sound. Traversing across all the corridors and rooms, Clover eventually found themselves met with a sudden source of sunlight, and an unresponsive body laying on the flowers.

Of course he carried and ran as quickly as he could back to town. To his mind, it was a miracle that their heart was still beating, even as someone who had also fallen down. They would soon awake to a new reality and environment, along with monsters they never knew existed before, that someone would soon to be known as Frisk.

Frisk felt oddly comfortable around Clover, maybe from the fact that he was the only human in town. As the two slowly grew to know each other, he decided to take them in as step-siblings. Now they live with him every day rent free in the house AND in his mind. He would openly state that it was the worst decision of his life, yet he would never give them up for the world. 

Annoyed? Always. Tired? Never.

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“I AM NOT A COWARD!!! YOU ARE!”

“NUH UH!”

They went back and forth, which was how all the debates Frisk got into ended.

Frisk was known in school as the devil’s advocate. They would get into debates for the sake of getting into debate, mostly to entertain themselves. Teachers at first despised the act. Yet slowly the debates only made classes more memorable. Frisk slowly gained a reputation for taking extremely unconventional sides of a debate.

One day, Frisk and their teacher got into an argument during history lesson, which was about the revolution that gave birth to New Citadel. Frisk usually got away with arguing for the other side, but challenging the leader of the revolution, who was idolized in the town, and comparing him to the autocratic king was a really good way to get themselves into big trouble.

Ceroba, their legal guardian, was called in for this incident. After Ceroba negotiated to the best of her ability, Frisk was given a one-day external suspension. They didn’t change their rebellious stands, though they became more cautious about when to play devil’s advocate. 

Clover wasn’t the most compliant either. For something he felt wrong about, he got to the bottom of it. He would argue and argue, even if he’s defeated, he will come back with new arguments, the cowboy simply never gives up. During when Frisk got in trouble, Clover helped defend Frisk, kind of in a defense attorney way. His arguments were dismissed and ignored, constantly.

The school wasn’t the most cooperative with Frisk and Clover’s antics, and often Ceroba had to be dragged into it one way or another.

They didn’t hate the humans per se, only seeing them as mildly annoying and VERY silly.