#echo song

prompts: sweet tooth + "no one will find you"

1257 words

warnings: character death

characters: echo song, emberly drewitt, nyks fyre

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Emberly holds Echo’s hand, pressing her forehead against it. She sniffles and sighs, “You’re sure you’re alright with me leaving?” 

He nods and, grunting with effort, sits up. “You have to do what you want to. You’ve spent too much of your life staying behind for others. I don’t want to be one. Although…” it says, squeezing her hand. “If you wanted to stay one more day and get some fried dough with me in the morning, I wouldn’t mind.” 

She laughs and shakes her head, “I don’t know, I’ve got a pretty tight schedule. Might not be able to wait that long.” 

“Aw, man.” Echo says, pulling his hand from her playfully. “Guess I’ll have to crawl the whole way there myself. All alone.” he takes a deep breath and looks away from her. “With my weak, failing body.” 

“Oh, hush.” She says. She takes its hand in hers again and rests her head on the mattress. “You’ll outlive us all.” 

It sniffles and smiles sadly and slides back onto its back. “I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” 

She takes the queue and stands up, “You better.” 

His features change into something showing mock determination and he nods. She closes the door and walks down the hallway to Nyks’ room. She knocks and pushes the door open. 

Nyks glares at her, “You’re really leaving tonight?” 

“No,” she says, shaking her head. She sits on the end of Nyks’ bed and takes a deep breath. “I’m getting fried dough with him in the morning and leaving after that.” 

Nyks rolls her eyes and pulls a blanket up to her chin. “You won’t even wait another month? That’s probably all it has left.” 

“I can’t.” she shakes her head. “He made me promise. I have to go to the ocean and watch the whale come up for air. It’s not happening for another five years. And he knows that.” 

Nyks rolls her eyes again and nudges Emberly off the bed. “Go and get it tonight. Harbly’ll fry some up if he knows it’s for Echo. It won’t be able to make the walk in the morning.” 

She nods and walks to the doorframe. “I wish I could stay, but he’d never forgive himself if I did.” 

Nyks sighs and nods, she inhales deeply and purses her lips, “I know. I just…have to be mad at someone and it’s not going to be him.” 

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My Au’s Penny’s design is based from the song ECHO by Crusher-P ft.Gumi!

The clock stopped ticking, forever ago, how long have I been dead? I don't know You can't get a grip cuz you don't wanna let go, the opinion that Frisk is a goody-two shoes angel Why can't you see, why can't you see, all the murder, that Frisk did? Please can you try, please can you try, seeing with, broader sight? What the hell’s going on?! can someone tell me please, Why I’m being blamed For the shit Frisk did I’m black, and they’re white, No something isn’t right! The enemy’s invisible Because you’re friggin blind The boiling anger, is more than I can handle When I’m up against, The blindness of this fandom…. ANGRY ECHOooooo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o I’m gonna punch Frisk’s face in,             Into a black-eyed mess,                     I’m gonna do it right now,                   Without any regret,                 WITHOUT ANY REGRET What the hell’s going on?! Can someone tell me please, Why am I being portrayed As a one-trick pony, I’m black, and they’re white, NO! Something isn’t right! The enemy’s invisible, Because you’re so friggin blind What the hell’s going on?! Can someone tell me please, Why is Frisk being portrayed As a simple-goody two shoes?! I’m black and they’re white, NO! Something isn’t right! The enemy’s invisible Because you’re so friggin blind The boiling anger, is more than I can handle, When I’m up against, the blindness of this fandom The boiling anger is more than I can handle, When I’m up against, the blindness of this fandom END

So I was listening to Echo for the 89th time.....and then I formed these lyrics in my head. I just couldn't stop repeating these lines to myself, and then it was too late...the song was finished. This is a joke, so please don't get offended. And if something seems out of place in it, sorry.

prompts: porch swing + "I paced for hours on empty, jumped at the slightest of sounds" + "Can you hear me?"

488 words

warnings: talking about passed loved ones, cursing

characters: echo song, nyks fyre

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“What’re you thinking about?” Nyks asks, gently nudging Echo. 

He inhales sharply, like it’d just been woken up and shrugs, “Just…everything I think.” 

She chuckles softly and leans her head on his. She kicks her leg against the wall to keep the swing moving and laces their fingers with his. “What counts as ‘everything’ to you?” she asks. “Because I can guarantee that we have different ideas.” 

He almost laughs and shakes its head. “I don’t know. Just…how content I am. I never expected to be able to just sit somewhere like this.” 

She hums and rubs a thumb over its knuckles, “I get it. I mean, when I was little, I thought I’d have an easy life, y’know. Maybe someone would force me to marry them, but that was expected. 

“Then my sister…” she trails off and shakes her head. “Well, you know that story.” he nods and presses its head harder against them for a moment. “And after that, my parents left and…the village took me in.” 

Her brows knit together and she looks at him, “What do you mean though? I mean, I know about your boss, and the magic, but even with that, you didn’t think you’d get out of Terilace one day?” 

It shakes his head and scoffs, “Never. I thought I’d have to stay there forever. Or until I was caught and killed. Almost wanted to run away after Skrell was…but mom had just taken Frankie in and wasn’t able to take care of her. So, I told myself that I’d leave once she was old enough.

“And she got there quicker than I was ready for, so then it was after Liberty’s kids were old enough, then once I’d trained Ezran to take my place in the library.” he sighs and shakes his head. 

“I thought you didn’t finish training him,” Nyks says. “You had almost finished, but then…”

“Yeah,” Echo interrupts. “Fucking Spencer, ruining everything.” he says it playfully enough, so Nyks laughs. “Robert asked me to get him out safe, so I did.” 

She smiles faintly and kicks against the wall. “Fucking Spencer.” 

He chuckles and repeats, “Fucking Spencer.” it inhales deeply and sinks deeper into Nyks’ lap. “I’m glad to be away though. It wasn’t…good for me there. I’d barely sleep. I wore a trail in the floor from pacing, and it got to a point where I’d jump at my mom’s voice downstairs.” 

Nyks combs through his hair and slows the swing until it barely moves. “I’m sorry.” 

He hums softly and closes its eyes, turning its face toward Nyks. She traces small circles along his hairline and waits until his breathing evens out.