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Haven't posted in a while, so have this :)

They're some semi-old characters of mind that all play in a band! Derrek is the lead singer, Blue is a general sound mixer, and Daria is the pianist!

Echoes of other worlds and other realms and other versions of him... His eyes fall shut and he sighs. It’s been a while since they’ve been loud enough to demand his attention... And now, they are doing just that. It’s easy to ignore when they’re conversations, but... He can’t help but wonder why some version of him is weeping. It’s just that, too. Weeping... Quiet whimpering... It’s almost pathetic. He’d feel bad if he didn’t know he could fake it so well... But it just... hasn’t stopped. 

He brings his hands up to cover his eyes with a long groan. The stretch in his spine is nice... But the crying won’t stop. If it weren’t for that, this would be a nice relaxing moment... But hearing yourself sob is never something pleasant. He can almost feel the ache in his chest... The jerks as he gasps for breath... He feels the back of his head leave the side of the chair as he- this version of him- jerks up a little in response. So that’s happening, now... It sort of hurts to force himself to relax again. He can feel himself starting to get lightheaded... and, with another groan, he pushes himself upright, rolling off the chair and to the ground. Ow. ...The carpet smells like dust and feet, although he really shouldn’t be surprised. There’s another gasp, and he can feel his lungs fill... Dammit. Okay, so it’s not fake. But he- It doesn’t matter. Not here, not now... And yet? Fear sinks in anyway, and he can feel his eyes shift closer to green... the blood in his body chill as it follows suit... Fuck. This whole mess is because he looked at something he shouldn’t have... It’s all because he is an impulsive idiot who doesn’t know when to listen to his body’s instincts. Or the echo of the person who was in it before him, for that matter. Because... everything had told him to turn his back to that thing and run. Sprint as far as he could. But no, he had turned around and looked... and now look where he is. Facedown in a carpet in some building or another, desperately fighting for control of his own body with another form of himself who has no more control over the situation than this Derrek does. He doesn’t even know why he’s so worried. And here he was, hoping he had escaped the random pits in his stomach when he had been thrown into a new body. Well... he had, but he had gone and fucked up his fresh start within a year. Not entirely, thankfully, but... honestly, who would willingly learn that their entire existence is false? Based on someone’s boredom and whims? That someone else is pulling your strings at all times, and if they got bored with you, that you could just stop existing entirely? ...But he really shouldn’t be surprised. He’s got a gift for destroying lives he gives a shit about, doesn’t he? 

Derrek rolls over again, after a while, so he doesn’t have to sit there and smell the rug any more, and he throws an arm over his eyes again with a sigh. It feels like his other self has at least gotten a handle on the crying, so that’s something, at least. But... Clearly, this is going to be a long night.]