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TADC x GN!Reader: Part 1 of 13 [follows the original plot of the show]
Word Count: 2.6k
Not Beta Read
[For the sake of clarification this is Pomniâs (â[REDACTEDS]â) POV]
The merciless end of daylight bids a farewell as reddening orange and gold devours at the blue, hungry and fading. Itâs the kind of evening thatâs meant to be shared with welcoming company and peaceful conversations. Which only lends a sharper edge of cruelty to the silence that fills the car. Â
[REDACTED] sits nervously in the driverâs seat of her old, rusted-up sedan. The engine hums idly, sending small vibrations throughout the vehicle. The parking lot in which she resides has long since been abandoned. The surface of the asphalt surrendering to timeâs relentless pull. Cracks spider-web across, weaving patterns that nature has begun to reclaim.Â
Beyond lays the decrepit state of the CNA building. A monolith of concrete and glass that once was bustling with innovation, now reduced to a hollow shell wearing the bones of what it used to be. The weight of time resting heavy by just a mere glance.Â
[REDACTED]âs pale fingers tighten around the phone in her lap, her thumbs flicking over the screen restlessly. A nervous tic she never managed to shake. Hoping that maybe new text bubbling would appear and you would say plans had change and youâll be on your way soon.
[Name]: Text Message: sorry [REDACTED], I wonât be able to make it, some unexpected plans came up :((
The message sits there exactly as it has for the last fifty-seven minutes.Â
A deep sigh escapes her lips, mingling with the hushness. She lets her head tip back against the headrest, that familiar pang of disappointment settling deep in her chest. She isnât the type to blame others - it simply isnât in her nature. You have your reasons, and she understands better than most that life has a way of complicating even the simplest of things. She refuses to ask more of people than what they are already willing to give.Â
But it still stings anyway, in that small quiet way things do when youâve been looking forward to something.Â
She also knows exactly where this feeling is coming from. It had been a few weeks ago, just a passing comment really, something you wouldnât think twice about. You had mentioned the CNA building offhandedly, remarking your curiosity with your relative who had worked there previously. Your [eye color] eyes lite up with genuine fascination, practically gleaming. It was so oddly captivating that [REDACTED] held onto that little moment.Â
Which is why she is here in the first place, eager to surprise you with this little adventure.
You arenât exactly friends (though [REDACTED] very much wants to be closer to youâŚ). âFriendâ is a loose term between you two, more like co-workers who occasionally let the workday bleed into after hour hang-outs. In a world where sincere connection is finding a piece of hay in a stack of needles, you are the closest thing she has to one. Youâre different; not in a dramatic sort-of-way, but in the way of someone who sees her for her.Â
Making friends has never come easy to [REDACTED]; deeper relationships even less so. She retreats behind her walls, unsure on how to bridge the gaps and be in line with the rest of the world. Nevertheless, she is grateful for the time you have given her despite the hollow feeling in her stomach.Â
Steadying herself, she shifts her focus to the towering structure ahead. Thinking it would be a good idea to have a brief look inside, find the best parts to explore and make a mental map.Â
The windows were coated in years of grime and city soot, the dying light catching the splotches at just the right angle to transform them into vague outlines that looked like eyes. Watching her from across the parking lot with the attention of something that has been waiting a very long time and had no particular objection to waiting a little longer.Â
Trypophobics would hate thatâŚÂ she thinks as she feels her own skin crawl.Â
She reaches into her passenger side glove box and pulls out her trusty camcorder. Aiming to capture whatever eerie beauty or hidden secrets that awaits on the inside. She steps out of her car, the shadows of the building stretching out to meet her; swallowing her as she approaches the double doors.Â
This structure is the most intimidating giant she has ever dared to face.
[REDACTED] allows herself one final, lingering glance back at the skyline. The last thin strip of orange still burning, clinging to the edge with the same stubborn determination she was trying to lend to herself. Letting the breeze carry itself through her dark hair as she inhales the subtle scents of autumn. She places her hand on the pitted handle, feeling the rough and uneven surface, she pulls it open.Â
Fifteen minutes in and the light outside shifts from the warm, orange glow to light hues of indigo. Shadows lengthening and pooling in every corner and creeping along the carpeted floor. [REDACTED] knows she needs to wrap this up soon. The camcorderâs night vision is decent, but sheâs not enthusiastic to be stuck navigating in the darkness.Â
She notices how uncannily similar this area is to her own workplace, faint recognition sends a small shiver down her spine. Cubicles lined up in neat rows, creating the same maze-like pathway she walks through every Monday through Friday. The only difference is the outdated equipment scattering across every desk, the bulky CRT models covered in a thin layer of gray dust. Their matching keyboards yellowed with age, and the phones look like relics from another era.Â
It feels like stepping back in time to a version of her work-life frozen long ago, preserved like an insect in amber. Despite that, what strikes her most is how pristine everything is⌠Left untouched and undisturbed by the outside world. Personal photos smiling into the empty air, staring at what once was. As if everyone stood up one day and simply never returned, leaving a part of their lives suspended in corporate limbo.Â
[REDACTED] suddenly stops - hearing a sound that makes her freeze mid-step. Itâs distorted by distance, faint, but unmistakable.Â
Circus music?Â
She exhales slowly, forcing her shoulders to relax. Itâs probably nothing to worry about, she tells herself; a sad, halfhearted attempt to soothe her nerves. Homeless people occupying spaces like these arenât unheard of. Sheâs encountered them before while exploring other structures similar to this one (though not nearly as big). They sometimes have portable radios or phones that play music to break through the oppressive silence. She finds it best not to disrupt them and decides to make her way out.Â
However, her heart lurches into her throat, blood turning into ice.Â
Footsteps.Â
Hurried ones, heading towards her direction.Â
Without thinking she ducks behind the nearest cubicle, crouching low and pressing her back against the partition. The footsteps grow closer, accompanied by the slight rustle of fabric. She sees a silhouette moving into view, backlit by the fading purple glow from a nearby window. The figure steps closer, passing through a ray of the dying light.
[REDACTED]âs breath catches; shock and confusion tangle together in her chest.Â
â[Name]?!âÂ
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You have been wandering aimlessly throughout this desolate building for what feels like hours. You shouldnât be here, of all places, and you know that. Shame ruminating within your soul, weighing down your shoulders as you think back to your cancellation. You needed time to breathe, but that didnât make it any less difficult.Â
You should be home, updating your resume, sending out applications, doing all the responsible things someone who just got fired is suppose to do. However, your mind keeps compulsively drifting back to this place. Since you have nothing but time on your hands nowâs a good time as any.Â
But thatâs not the whole truth, and you know it.Â
You ghost down the aisle, walking cautiously, as if youâre moseily making your way through church pews to confess your deepest sins. The lingering memories of what once was clinging to the stale air, refusing to give way. It seizes, resisting change and keeping the skeletons of secrecy dead and buried.Â
You miss him, youâve been missing him. How long were you going to mourn? Your grief distended long before his passing, and now with his recent departure, you are only left with bereavement.
What were you looking for? Answers? Understanding? Some clue as to what happened here that changed him so fundamentally? You donât even know what you are looking for. Maybe you just need to be close to him again, walk where he walked to gain an ounce of insight in this place that hollowed him out and stripped him of the man he used to be.Â
The shadows gorge themselves on the dying light, their glutinous eating consumes the floor and corners in the structure. Youâre so lost in the memories of your Uncle that the soften melody of familiar music reaches your ears that you donât process. You subconsciously hum along, almost as if you were singing with the ghosts of the past. A fleeting moment that blooms warmth in your chest, perhaps seeking closure is what you need...
Why is it familiar, [Name]?Â
Your pupils dilate as you take pause, that tune shouldnât be here. Where is it coming from? For a moment, you pray youâre imagining it. Pleading that the grief and bleak atmosphere of this place caught up to you, manifesting themselves as auditory hallucinations. The music persists; however, that manic up and down theme continuing its cheerful assault on the silence. Â
You take a step forward, then another, each movement brings the sound sharper into focus. Your heart is pounding, swelling against the beat of the rhythmic repetition. It consumes you, absorbing all other thoughts and rationality as you intently fall in line toward the direction of where itâs coming from. You have to know--you need to know what happened--
â[Name]?!âÂ
You scream by pure instinct, your body reacting before your mind has time to catch up. You pivot harshly, almost losing balance as your heart hammers against your ribs threatening to escape. There stood a familiar figure, large brown eyes, jet-black hair and short yet anxious demeanor.Â
â[Redacted]?â You question, pressing a palm flat against your chest, trying to manually steady the rhythm of your heart.
âI--,â she starts, stepping into view, âWho are--ahem. You⌠uh⌠um, hi!â She clumsily fumbles, fingers fidgeting while an awkward grin graces her soft features.Â
âHi,â you breathe, straining a smile as your furrowing brows display your apprehension. What was she doing here? Your mind blitzâs through the fragmented wreckage of the last few hours, desperately trying to rationalize the timing. Your face falters as you remember the surprise she wanted to show you. The realization landing like a fist to the sternum, she must despise you nowâŚ
âWhat, uh... what changed?â the uncertainty laced within her tone makes you flinch slightly, âI got your text. You said you couldn't make it. Not that Iâm... you know, complaining! Iâm glad! I just... Iâd already kind of braced myself for you not being here,â
âOh, right,â clearing your throat to bury the tremor threatening to crack through your voice. Your chest feels like someone poured concrete into it: your job, your uncle. God, you were nowhere near ready to have this conversation, "The, uh... the stuff didn't take as long as I expected. It wrapped up early, so I figured I'd track you down and join the party!"Â Maybe she won't realize I'm not supposed to be here... she didn't even give me directions.
âEarly? Really?â She lets out a breathy, relieved laugh, her fingers finally ceasing their jittery fiddling, âI mean, exploring this place alone was starting to get a little... much. Iâm really glad youâre here,â
She steps a little closer, the narrow distance between you shrinking. The way she looks at you, open and hopeful, like you are the one good thing that showed up today, makes the guilt claw at the inside of your chest with savage, relentless fingers. You swallow it down, harshly, until it sits like a stone at the base of your throat.
âYeah, well, I couldnât just let you have all the fun yourself! Since I couldn't help explore, how about I make it up to you? With dinner? My treat!"
âLike... a proper dinner? Like a--uh, Iâd love that!â
That uncomfortable feeling of copper burns at your tongue, the vile taste of a lie coming forth, âGo on and head to the car. Iâll be right behind you. I think my keys tumbled out of my pocket back by that last pillar. I just want to grab them so I donât have to come back and hunt for them in the dark tomorrow,â
âOh! Do you want help looking?â
âNo, no,â you wave her off, already backing into the shadows of the corridor, âI know exactly where I was standing. Itâll just take a second!âÂ
She hesitates for a heartbeat, her large eyes searching yours in the bruising twilight, âOkay⌠but donât take too long, I heard some music and think we might be disturbing some homeless people,â
âI wonât, I promise,â So I wasnât imagining itâŚ
âIâll just⌠look up some places while I wait,â the words trailing off with just the faintest edge of uncertainty as she slowly retreats toward the direction of the exit. You watch until she vanishes behind the skeletal rows of cubicles, your face falls, unmasking the true feelings hidden underneath.Â
The air was thick with unspoken apologies and the hefty silence of your own making, a silence that screams louder than any confession ever could. An abrupt twinge of regret dwells in your chest, the underlying current of guilt gnawing itself through your heavy heart.
Asking her out to dinner to make yourself feel better? Gross.Â
You scowl into the vacant air that rests at your feet;Â wanting, wishing, to be anywhere else instead of where you are now.Â
Thatâs when you hear it once more.Â
Your stomach plummets, twisting itself into tight knots that make you feel nauseous. You gulp dryly, throat clicking audibly, the sound embarrassingly loud to your own ears. Trembles run through your whole body in slow, rolling waves you can't suppress no matter how hard you will them to stop.
It's closer than what you remember, just beyond the corner where [REDACTED] had vanished, drowned by the obscurity of the night that is vastly approaching. Distressingly slow you make your way toward the cheerfully haunting melody, the corner drawing near with each reluctant step.Â
You round the bend, peering cautiously, frown deepening as the source of the tune finally comes into view. You scan the surrounding area to see if there were any signs of someone else being there, but to no avail. You fixate your attention to see a computer that looks absolutely caked in filth. Beside it laid what looks like a VR headset, not a Meta Quest but perhaps a knock-off of some sort? Â
You sigh as you walk forward closing the gap to get a better look, the music clearly coming from the headset, the lenses glowing brightly with faint yellows, reds, and blues. Uneasiness settles in your gut as you reach out to touch it, the moment your finger tips graze the surface static shoots through them, not enough for you to jolt back but enough for you to notice.Â
You inspect it, eyebrows furrowing, how in the hell⌠curiosity getting the better of youâŚ
You put it on.
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I'm genuinely so happy with out how this turned out, it's been almost a decade since I last wrote so forgive my rustiness đ im hoping to push my writing skills with this story and get back into the swing of things! Thank you for reading <3 I take requests too! :3
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still thinking about the chrysalestia pairing itâs so fucking big brain
imagining chrysalis teaching celestia how to do disguises good and celestia constantly defaulting to royalty customer service voice
I get that the show claimed that Celestia was a bad actress, but I do find that a bit odd, considering how much work she has to put in to be regal and fancy and professional all the time. I imagine she'd be good at wearing metaphorical masks!
Although it might be difficult to let loose and play a lax part, that could be the angle they're going for!
And fr, Celestia and Chrysalis is fantastic, because its like. BIBLICAL toxic yuri. Centuries of rivalry, centuries of obssession. Chrysalis going "I AM YOUR ONE AND ONLY NEMESIS" While Celestia considers her yet another bad guy, but a consistent one, would be pretty fun.
I imagine Celestia would derive some joy out of it, the fact that in her centuries of living, she has a constant, even if that constant is an enemy.
Plus, the idea that chrysalis only starts accepting her true feelings of love when the world starts changing and she realises she can't do the same song and dance they always did anymore... mwah.
the idea that she loses her hive, her queendom, and has nothing else to live for, realising that all she once knew was wrong and bad, and that she was a poor queen with conquest on her mind that broguht her subjects down with her, that her ways were bad, and she has no more reason to go on... So she personally asks Celestia to put her down has been living rent free in my MIND
"Death is not worthy of me, my Flame. But you are." She says, waiting to be skewered.
Live Celestia reaction
I'm having to fuckin WRITHE waiting to write this scene in one of my fics because there are so many chapters to go before I reach it fdhvfhbfdbhvfbh.
CELESTIA REFUSING TO KILL HER BECAUSE SHE'S ALSO AFRAID OF LETTING GO OF THE THRONE AND DOESNT KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT BUT THATS NO EXCUSE TO GIVE UP AND MAYBE THEY LEZ OUT ABOUT IT AWAOUGH
I was searching for EP stuff since I had nothing else to do and I DID NOT EXPECT TO FIND A SYDNEY PICTURE AHHH!!!! So I took a look at the whole pic, expecting to see him without a mask on (yes bcz he was wearing a mask in the picture) but instead I saw his dick đ NO EP I DON'T WANT HIS DICK I WANT TO SEE HIS FACE AHHH IM GONNA EXPLODE đđđI think he belongs to Rottenbonethief but whatever... (at least I found an extra Sydney pic and whole ton of links soo today's haul wasn't that bad.... *Does a small winner dance* but I'm still heartbroken bcz his face is on Patreon and the page is down and I COULDN'T SEE HIS FACE đ)
I like the fact that I LOVE Sydney but if her ever saw me he would ABSOLUTELY hate me or whatever like IM EVEN MORE HEARTBROKEN đ