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(More of a drabble than a oneshot, but hopefully interesting!)

(SHOT IN THE DARK MASTERLIST )

She’s standing at the mirror again. Waiting for her breath to create fog. Confused when it doesn't happen, but quickly dismissing it.

She’s been doing this for years, but to her it’s always the first time.

Some things she remembers. She remembers her friend. The one who likes to make funny sounds. He always looks like he’s in pain, and she tries to help him. But he doesn’t like her. He’s afraid of her. He thinks she’s going to hurt him.

Maybe she got angry at him once. Maybe she did hurt him. She doesn't remember. She hopes she apologized.

She tried to push him out once, but he wouldn’t go. He talks to her sometimes, but he never makes sense. She can’t hear him properly. That makes her angry. Sometimes when she's angry, the house laughs and the rooms get dark and smoky.

He avoids her now. The house doesn’t like him, but he manages to use it to his advantage. She rarely sees him, but when she does, he always says the same thing.

She leaves the mirror. Bloody handprints are caked on the glass, always fresh. She coughs. Blood drips from her lips.

Her friend is standing in front of her now. He looks so tired. “Emma, please remember,” he pleads. His image flickers.

“Hello, friend.” She reaches out to pat his cheek but he flinches away.

For a split second he’s screaming. She’s crying. Then everything is normal again. He speaks again. “Stop it, please. You’re better than this, I know you are!”

“What am I stopping? I’ll stop, I promise. What am I stopping?” She tilts her head and her neck creaks. He looks sick. She steps forward and he steps back. A bloodstain darkens his vest. She's worried.  “You’re hurt, can I help you?”

“No, Emma, you’ve got to fight it—!”

“Fight what?” She reaches out and grabs him by his coat. “Abe, what are we fighting?” Smoke billows around them. Her hands are grasping his neck, inky strands tighten around his skin.

He lets out a strangled cry, scaring her. She lets go. He turns away and disappears.

She frowns. What happened? She was going to hug him. He looked so sad. Does he not like hugs?

He’s afraid of me. He doesn't understand.

He doesn’t understand that she wants to help him. He’s always so sick. He doesn’t even let her help.

Ungrateful.

He was friends with him, wasn’t he? He doesn't deserve her help. He needs to be taught some manners. It's rude to refuse help.

She should find him. Make him let her help. He’ll understand… eventually.

That’s what friends are for, right?

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in no particular order:

Lyricstuck of AQW Seppy raising Gravelyn in the dragon castle set to “Home” by Phillip Phillips

Lyricstuck of Amadeus playing guitar in a lounge, roasting literally everything in Book 3 set to “Symbol in my Driveway” by Jack Johnson

Animatic of AQW Seppy reflecting on everything set to “Hurt” by Johnny Cash

Animatic of book 1 Tomix, Chronix, and Dracelix reenacting the “Needles” short by Tomska

Reproduction (either an animatic or a comic) of “I’m At Soup” with Drakath and Sepulchure during the Orb Saga

Reproduction of classic Betty And Veronica covers but with either Daeris and Kensington after Galanoth or Alden and Valen after Lynaria

snippets of various AUs in full glorious lineless detail, generally accompanied by the song lyrics that inspired them

snippets of my fics also in full glorious lineless detail, accompanied by the dialogue/narration they’re illustrating

Baby Gravelyn in Shadowfall likened to Jesus in the manger because I listened to We Three Kings, thought of Seppy, and got carried away

a bunch of transformers

Day 114 - Happy Birthday, @hnybnny 

Testing the scene where Daeris and Stover first met. 

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