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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

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Lil Pomni Drabble

Placed at the end of Episode 2

Written shortly after the episode came out, but only posted now.

Pomni stood there. She stood there, staring at where Gummigoo was just standing. Was he dead? Was he just back in the Candy Canyon? She couldn't stop herself from letting a dark chuckle slip from her mouth, slowing turning into hysterical laughter and a horrid grin that should be a grimace. Limited by this horrible digital form. She clutched at herself, the few pieces of confetti that landed on her crumpled in her grasp. Her eyes darted to Caine while she laughed, letting herself go and almost allowing herself to imagine strangling him, miming the motions slightly with her hands. Caine made up some crappy excuse to disappear, the words unheard by her racing mind, leaving Pomni with the rest of the crew. Ragatha patted her shoulder, trying to comfort Pomni, but she barely heard that too, she probably wouldn't have heard any of it if it wasn't for that one phrase. "Kaufmo's funeral-" It was after the funeral, when all the other circus-goers were likely asleep, when Pomni returned to where the confetti still lay across the floor. She desperately hoped that Gummigoo was with his other friends on the Syrup truck, and stared at the pieces of paper that she desperately wished were still her friend. She picked up the scraps of paper, her permanently gloved hands barely able to pick up the smallest pieces, but she still picked up as much as she could. And she carried them, she carried them to her room, or at least what was supposed to be her room. It still didn't feel like one. None of this felt like anything right now. But she promised Gummigoo he could live in the circus, the least she could do is keep what she had of him safe there. And so, after entering the room, she set the pile gently to the side. There was a jar full of marbles in her room, red and blue and gold, glimmering in the painfully even light of her room. She dumped them out and let them scatter, the sound of them clinking was almost cathartic. She'd roll them all underneath her bed later. She then placed each piece of confetti gently in the jar, making sure not to miss a single piece. Even as her hands shook from a friend lost. She did her best to draw Gummigoo on a scrap of paper she found lying on the floor and put it inside the jar too, right at the front. She didn't have any words, she didn't have anyone to say them to, she wasn't sure she could even speak right now, but she put the jar in a corner, on top of a stack of 3 of the letter blocks scattered around her room. She would never forget him. But this was the best she could do for Gummigoo, for his funeral. The NPC who had his whole world shattered, only for Caine to shatter him. And Caine didn't even care… Pomni Pomni barely slept that night.

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Pondering J Oneshot

CW Mentions of death and body horror, Standard MD stuff

J stared out. Out at the cold, barren landscape of Copper 9. She stared out, thinking. She was doing more of that lately. Especially about the past. She normally refused to think about back then. What was the point? But now, there wasn't much else to think about. Her and "Tessa" were on the down low, trying to figure out where the cabin fever labs were hidden. And she'd done enough thinking about that, about "Tessa" and her orders. "Tessa," yeah right. J knew it was Cyn, she'd known for years at this point. The horrible little thing kept her believing, hoping, praying even that Tessa was still alive and that's who J was communicating with over the relays. But eventually, as the little things added up and the contradictions complied on themselves like a pile of bounced checks, things clicked for J. She spent weeks agonizing over what she would do, even to the point where V started to get suspicious. In the end, it didn't even matter. Cyn didn't care, it only threatened to do anything if J told the others, and only because that could serve as a memory trigger. And while N had no memories of before. V had just enough to keep her loyal. She paused in her thoughts for a moment, glancing around the perimeter for any potential threats and checking her oil level. She'd need to feed in a few hours. There was only strong winds around her, blowing her hair every which way. J took a few deep breathes before going back to her thoughts. V, poor unsuspecting V. She remembered only a few things from Earth, mainly their time as worker drones and Cyn's "promise," honestly it was a lot more of a threat. But all V focused on was making sure things didn't get worse. N didn't know anything, of course, the idiot would just try to find some stupid way of fixing things that would only cost them time and Cyn's patience. J would know, after all. This was the second exo-planet they had been sent too, the first being somewhat of a test run for Cyn to train her little puppets. Both N and V had near equal memories of earth, minus the killing Cyn had them do when it destroyed the planet. It was a relatively barren planet when they got there, having been one of the first planets and mined almost entirely bare. Full of older drone models too. Programed, like almost all drones, with little sense of self-preservation. It was easy to take out almost all of them, as well as the few humans there that were managing the drones. However, the memories soon started to get to the other two. N became somewhat obsessive with getting back to Earth, wanting to help save Tessa and defeat Cyn. Still naive and stupid as ever. V backed him up on that, surprisingly, but was smart enough to agree that they should at least pretend to follow orders. J rolled her eyes at their plan, but a seed of hope remained that she couldn't quite kill. Cyn, however, found out, turned out the thing was able to listen in on them while they talked. It took control of N and broke his body open from the inside as the Cyn-controlled core forced it's way out, using the material of his corpse to create the an eldritch monster. It forced J to watch as it killed V. Saying that the she should see what happens when the job isn't done right. J still saw those memories whenever she went to sleep. Maybe it was Cyn, maybe it was her guilty conscience. Not like she knew either way. J had to watch as her friends coworkers were killed in front of her. She had to watch what happened when she didn't take control of her team and force them to follow orders. She wasn't going to let that happen again. Every time they tried something, it failed. Every time they failed, they were punished. Every time J didn't do what she was told, she was punished. She didn't care if Cyn tricked her at this point, it was too late for her to try to switch sides again. She was done.