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sabrondabrainrot · 2 days ago

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AMAZING

Amazing!!!!

✨💅💖Scrumptious! ✨💅💖

The talk ( Moon meets Dark Sun in the dream.)

Moon had not dreamed much since his resurrection.

Perhaps it was the effect of being in a coma for so long, (Moon ignored the thought that someone had taken his place for over a year), or simply purely the fact that he rarely slept, but Moon often ended his days in dreamless sleep.

But rarely did not mean never, and often, unpleasant dreams were the ones that came unexpectedly.

The mysterious black mixed with purple and blue, lively with a thousand stars, filled with nebulae that sparkled like fireflies.

Books and blackboards filled with words drifted everywhere, filled with digital symbols and quantum physics formulas.

The white curtains floated without bars, fluttering as if blown by the wind, pulling the silk to reveal the person opposite Moon, flowing with soft lines and red flashes like the color of a melting sunset.

Cakes and honey were scattered around the milky wooden table, with the sharp pieces of a shattered vase that had long since stopped leaking, jagged glass shards that flashed purple, like someone’s crime scene.

A clanging sound of a honey-yellow porcelain vase and cup rang out in front of Moon, someone’s hand deftly pouring butterfly pea flower tea into the cup’s mouth, blowing out steaming steam leisurely.

They looked at Moon, who was sitting stiffly on a floating armchair, the only ones present at this unwanted tea party, smiling blandly.

“It’s more Wonderland themed than your shitty Kingdom Hearts 4, right?”

He could have replied, “First off all, How dare you, asshole. Kingdom Hearts is awesome.”

He could have also gotten straight to the point, “Where am I? Who the hell are you?”

Or Moon could—

His claws dug into the wood, accidentally crushing an orange macaroon that had been accidentally hit by a stray bullet. A few shards of glass stuck into the plastic of Moon’s palm, evoking a strange tingling sensation that had been constantly scratching at his train of thought lately before it shattered and sparkled like shooting stars in the air.

The flowers were the first to fly, followed by the cake and the shards of glass. The honey rippled out of the mouth of the jar, flying along with the tabletop straight into the face of the person he hated so much he couldn’t tear into a hundred pieces.

If it could reach that bastard’s face, Moon’s life would be truly good.

Unfortunately, nothing in his miserable life went his way.

Time frozen.

The four wooden legs stuck in the air, hovering as if to tease Moon about his own failure. Dark Sun still looked unharmed, the bastard wearing his brother's face like his favorite skinsuit, still languidly blowing on the teacup in his palm.

They looked so peaceful, with the way their ten fingers carefully hugged their torsos, while their elbows curled up as if afraid of the cold.

They painfully resembled Sun, from their movements to their voices, with the way their fingertips tapped the rim of their cups in 2/4 time, or their rays of light occasionally fluttering as if breathing.

The tassels and ribbons were too long, spreading to the ground, adding to the dust, yet they did not complain at all.

Red eyes stared at the mess that Moon had made without the slightest displeasure, only returning it with a soft sigh.

"You always know how to let others clean up for you, don't you?"

A snap of the fingers was all it took to return everything to its original state. The deep green color entered Moon’s eyes, a few butterfly pea petals still stuck to the rim of the steaming cup of tea in front of Moon.

“Lemons?” A few lemons rolled and fell into Moon’s arms. The green color was shiny and smooth, the cool sensation transmitted through Moon’s fingertips made him shiver. “Better for your health than all those times you went on a murderous rampage, right?”

“Shut it.”

He didn’t know what the hell Dark Sun expected of him with this fruit, did they think he could crush it with his bare hands?

And at the same time, even if he died again, Moon wouldn’t be stupid enough to drink anything this bastard made.

“Why are you here?”

Moon asked grumpily, squeezing the lemon in his hand unconsciously. It was a kind of stress relief he didn’t know he needed, especially when the other party was someone unknown to heaven or ghost.

The size fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, the lemon scent wafted up Moon’s nose.

A condescending chuckle answered him. Their bloodshot eyes looked at him pitifully, as their hands set down their cups.

The faint clicking sound echoed in the empty, hazy space.

“I could just bullshit my way out, couldn't I? Just take a guess.” Dark Sun tilted his head, as demure and beautiful as a still painting. The silk draped over them like royalty, as shy and clean as a rose. “Isn’t that what you’re good at? Solving puzzles?”

“This is a dream—” Moon hummed, scratching his fingers against the lemon peel, tracing the ripples in the flesh, ignoring the arrogant bastard’s shouts of agreement. “So you can’t really be Dark Sun.”

Dark Sun nodded, their voices flat, sore and dry like the way fingernails scratched a chalkboard after dipping in lemon juice.

the water of a cold winter day. They said, with empty chuckles and appreciation in their eyes like the way a snake opens its mouth wide at its prey.

“I could just be fragments, created from all the collected information you have gathered from Dark Sun. It just happens now because you’re under too much stress.” They chanted, as gracefully as if they could weave silks of words right in front of Moon. “--I could also be what your subconscious is trying to warn you about, what’s buried beneath layers and layers of self-loathing.”

“--or I could be something Nexus planted in your head,” their fingers curled as they unconsciously pushed the cup further away, “-a virus that accelerates the effects of the Kill code,” the table suddenly shook, the space seemed darker, with the only color being the red of Dark Sun’s eyes flickering in Moon’s night vision, “--to drive you insane like some beast you actually are.”

It was like the rustling of the wind and the shaking of the sea, when he could do nothing and they had all the control in his damn dream.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Moon brushed off the chill that was running down his spine now, he threw the lemon at them with disgust, only for it to bounce off like it had hit a barrier.

He threw it again.

And again.

“Why the hell are you in this place!?”

“I don’t know Moon.” They spoke slowly, like Sun coaxing a three-year-old to stop sucking his toes. “The reason I’m here, it’s all up to you.”

“What do you mean?” Moon snorted in disgust. He threw another lemon.

It didn’t hit.

“I could be the worst nightmare, the biggest embarrassment you’ve ever created.”

Dark Sun stood up, their steps leisurely moving closer to Moon. Smoke wrapped around their bodies before slowly releasing a Moon model, revealing KC’s monstrously tall, slender figure, then in a flash the blue faded to bright yellow as their arms fell limp.

Bright as the darkness melted away, bright as the evil laughter that echoed like pins to the skin, painful as a phantom pain, painful as the time he’d been trapped in his own head for a month.

“-or I could be your heart, a precious memory you’ve been trying to avoid.”

The colors melted, fading into a soft metallic gold and the pearly clarity of their eyes was so soft that if it weren’t for some invisible force holding Moon to the chair, he would have pounced and broken their rays.

They dropped a ragged, dusty doll in the shape of Sun into Moon’s lap, and left him staring at it, not knowing how to react before their cold monotones were as flat and echoing as a piano that could only be played to a minor key.

“I am me, and I am you. I am the misery you create in that invisible prison you exile yourself to.”

“I am the truth in every lie you build, the helpless feeling of knowing you can’t do anything, can never reach it, with all the intelligence you possess.

“And I am the terror.” Their faces looked at him tenderly, their cold hands pressed to his cheeks with the impassivity of ice and plastic before they stepped back and wiped their hands with a clean handkerchief “--the way you look at Sun in horror whenever our brother acts differently.”

The ground shook and the universe melted. Darkness rushed at Moon and pushed him down.

And Moon fell.

Down a rabbit hole, past bolts and steaming machines and shuddering bells and the smell of concentrated disinfectant.

Falling like his feet had never touched the ground.

Falling like time was eternal, eternal, like the color of the sunset he learned to hate and love.

Thump.

The soft surface caressed Moon.

The brick red of the sofa caught Moon’s eye, followed by the smooth cream and patterns of the wallpaper.

He was in Earth’s office, but instead of his sister, it was Dark Sun, who was writing notes intently, wearing glasses and a warm brown suit that looked both old-fashioned and professional.

They were even wearing black pencil skirts, their legs crossed like real therapists, which was strange and Moon never wanted to think about it again.

The pen scratched on paper.

The Sun doll was still nestled in Moon’s palm, with its tiny bells and even tinier ribbons that looked like they were real.

Their voices rang out, hoarse and soft, like bubbles and waves crashing against the shore.

“Tell me, Moon. Why don’t you talk to Sun?”

“What?” Moon jerked his head up. Hearing that question from the bastard who had caused almost of it, even if it was a dream, felt almost unreal.

Dark Sun put down the notebook, their fingertips tapping the chair strap, the sound of wind chimes ringing in Moon’s ears. “--what are you afraid of, exactly?”

“Wh–” Moon stammered. The heat was coming from his face, pouring down his chest. The heat was building up to the point where his fan was humming so loudly that it seemed to melt his metal shell.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about? You can kill me or do anything to get me away from your fucking face right now?” Moon gritted his teeth, claws digging into each other, almost breaking the doll with the way he gripped it so tightly it was almost strangling.

A rumble and the rustle of folded paper.

“Always running away from the problem.” Dark Sun sighed. “Can’t you tell the truth? Even to yourself?”

Moon let out a mocking laugh. He looked defiantly at Dark Sun’s unimpressed face, leaning back in his chair in the most dignified manner possible.

“Aren’t you in my head, genius?” He mimicked their voice. “Then take a guess why I did it?”

A clock ticked steadily. Moon ignored them and glanced up at the clock, none of the hands moving. But the gears continued to creak together, almost like the ticking of a bomb.

The itching and restlessness still drove him crazy. Why had the dream lasted so long, perhaps it was the bad karma of all the things he had done before, that now he was being psychologically tested by this bastard.

“Avoiding it again.” Dark Sun sighed. “You know what you’re doing right now is wrong. But instead of trying to ‘fix it’ like you so pride yourself on,” Dark Sun double-crossed their index and middle fingers in the air, “—you hid, diving deeper into paperwork and projects that you knew you would never succeed at.”

“And how do you know I won’t succeed?” Moon narrowed his eyes, daring them to say more. The fabric of his shirt suddenly felt too itchy, too uncomfortable. It rubbed against his fingers too much, and the doll felt too heavy.

“Because that’s how it usually works.” Dark Sun tilted his head like a curious duck looking to see if it was a worm or a grain. “You’ve never won against your enemies. Always reacting too slowly, too fiercely, too stupidly. Always putting your ego first. You never figured anything out, and everything was just handed to you on a silver platter.”

“That’s not true!” Moon interrupted, only to be stopped by Dark Sun’s hand.

“I’m not done yet.” Their words were heavy as steel.

“Because of Monty you were able to split up successfully. Because of Lunar you were able to escape your prison, because of Sun Eclipse was blown away. And KC?” A soft chuckle seemed to pat his head. “If your little virus hadn’t had a sudden mind change, would you have defeated him? Oh who am I kidding. You still died, and let someone live your life before driving them crazy with having to deal with everything you did.” Dark Sun’s red eyes seemed to bore into Moon’s mind.

“You were destined to fail at everything you did.”

They pulled out their chairs, slowly standing up. Their hands slid over the notebook lovingly, before looking at him smugly.

“Can’t be a good cold-blooded killer. Can’t be a brother to Sun. You ruin everything you touch—”

“Yes, I know!” Moon cut in. His voice grew louder and louder until he could no longer hear anyone but his own. “I know I’m terrible! I know I shouldn’t exist! I know no matter how hard I try, I always mess things up!! I’m useless okay!?? Is that what you want me to admit?” Moon laughed maniacally, drops of oil dripping down his chin. The stormy emotions were instantly washed away, followed by the fatigue that had been oozing from his bones, the fatigue that had been there since the day he woke up.

Drawing a line across his cheek, he flicked the drops onto the floor, watching them soak into the red carpet.

Dark Sun’s shadow hovered above him, watching him with silent disdain. They were always like that, cold, indifferent, as if they were above everything.

A bastard who was always more than ten steps ahead of him, making Mooon at first it was so hard to understand why they were another version of Sun. One who… stared at the doll placed neatly next to him, despite everything that had happened, was still too kind, too merciful to the point that Moon never felt he deserved it.

“Are you done?”

They asked gloomily, adjusting their lapels, seemingly disgusted and unclean with themselves just by hearing him burst out.

“Yeah, I’m done.” Moon looked to the side, the wallpaper looked even more beautiful than Dark Sun’s annoying face.

The bell rang with each step they took, until they were right in front of him.

“You know what’s the worst thing about you, Moon?” Their voices were low, as if they were reciting poetry rather than speaking. Like they were scooping up the mud from the stinking sewer, and throwing it in Moon’s face. As if instead of looking into their eyes, he was looking into the mirror.

“It’s never because you're not aware of the problem. It’s that you always know where you’ve messed up but you never bother to fix it. The most horrible and cruel words from others, from your enemies, can’t affect you because you’re always your worst enemy.”

The smell of ink was too strong in the air, along with the salty, acrid taste of old blood.

“You hate yourself so much that you can’t get through your thick head that your actions did affect others.”

“Is that why you avoid Sun? Because you think you’ll hurt them more?” Their words were soft, but sharp and sharp, like an arrow was tearing his heart to pieces and someone was holding his head underwater.

“No..” Moon whispered. He closed his eyes, grinding each word. “It’s because I’m not good at–”

“Emotional things?” Dark Sun raised an eyebrow. They turned on their heels, returning to their chairs, running their fingers over the worn brown cushions.

“Really, Moon? Because you handle everyone else pretty well. Lunar, Monty, Molten, heck even Foxy and all the other Suns. Your brother’s the exception, right?”

“He is alway the exception for you, right?”

They sounded tired, as they used the metaphorical hammer to bash Moon’s head in.

“I’ll ask you again Moon… What exactly are you afraid of?”

Their voices echoed evenly in the quiet space.

“You know Sun, you understand Sun, even though your brother has changed a lot.” Their voices trailed off as if they were drowning in water bubbles as Moon’s eyes landed on the grinning sun doll, its beam resting against Moon’s thigh. “--No matter how badly you comfort him, Sun will always appreciate every effort you make.”

“Your brother will even comfort you back, will ask if you’re okay. Even in this state, he always thinks of others before himself.”

The armchair creaked as Dark Sun sat on it, the wheels creaking as they pulled it closer to the table.

“But you still stubbornly left and left everything to Solar. Why?” The red glowed like a lantern on Halloween night, looking at Moon maliciously. The silence stretched on, a battle between two bastards, and then Dark Sun let out a soft sigh.

Oh.

The realization on their faces when Moon couldn't form a word, satisfied like a cat catching its prey.

"It's not that you don't trust Sun, it's that you don't trust yourself."

It was like a thunderclap in Moon's ears, like rain soaking his lapels, like he was back in the damp bunker, Sun's cold and disappointed gaze...

"You're afraid that you'll say something stupid. You're afraid that you won't be able to control your own emotions and yell back at Sun."

They whispered, mixing with the sound of rain and metal.

"You're afraid that you'll say something wrong, you're afraid that Sun will admit that he loves Nexus more than you, you're afraid that the choice Sun made was just pity..."

[---"Why didn't you choose Nexus?!! Huh!! If you liked him so much." Moon shouted, like so many times before, he was irritated and Sun was the center of all his outbursts.

And his brother, with a tired expression and a blank look, just refused to meet his eyes.--]

“You’re afraid that Sun will regret choosing you.”

He could no longer hear Dark Sun’s voice. The doll collapsed into Moon's palm.

“But that’s not true either. Sun would never be cruel enough to say such things. Or act like that, like the terrible scenario you just imagined.”

“Shut up…” Moon muttered. He pulled his head back into his knees, covering his ears. He didn’t want or could hear any more noise. But Dark Sun continued, the mocking venom in their words growing thicker and thicker.

“No… What you’re afraid of is realizing that you can’t fix Sun. You’re afraid that you’ll make the situation worse again, and Sun will stay stuck like this forever. Your brother is sinking and there’s nothing you can do but stuff more pebbles.”

“Shut up…”

“You’re afraid that Sun will realize how worthless you are and just leave.”

“Please shut up…!”

“You’re afraid that Sun will abandon you.”

“Why are you talking so much!!”

“Compared to someone who always says he lives for Sun, you actually find every opportunity to leave him. Sun’s love for you is like a burden, and you think they’re suffocating you.”

“I don’t care!! Just shut up!! Shut up!!” Moon yelled at the air.

“You say you love Sun, you say you care about him, but do you love Sun enough to stay with Sun?”

“Do you want to be with your twin anymore? Or you just want to end up dead again after abusing Sun’s forgiveness?”

“I said SHUT UP!!!” Moon shouted. He stood up from his chair, accidentally dropping the doll to the ground. Its neck snapped to one side, torn to pieces, revealing cotton like circuit boards and wires. His eyes narrowed before he realized what he had done. He knelt down, trying to pick up the doll but only made things worse, his claws scratching its body and slicing another line across its face.

The only thing he could save were the small bell shells.

Dark Sun’s feet appeared before Moon’s eyes. Like sand sliding away, their voices faded… thinned in the air and slid into the thin blanket.

“If you’re not careful, you’ll get your wish.”

“You will be alone, Moon.”

And then Moon woke up.

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