#(running on 4hrs sleep) hggghhhhhehhggg

[collectalong]

“ you might be the person i’ve been waiting for! ” (dave surviving komaeda-level disaster like we talked about…)

it all happened so fast.

the camp found a cache of supplies. it was enough for months, enough that they could focus on rebuilding what despair had so brazenly torn down. they could've made a home here—one more stable than countless days of restless wandering.

you weren't there when it happened; you left on routine scouting. but you know the landmarks, you know the signs. you should've ended up right back at camp. not this giant chasm, not this...

sinkhole.

right. you forgot about those. that is rough. grimace.

easily tens of feet down. you can't hear anyone struggling. but then, you were gone a few hours. death could've come slow, and there you were, wasting your time a mile away wrenching your leg from a bear trap.

your blank face betrays nothing of your feelings.

friends. family. generations. all smothered in their own constructs.

except...

sunglasses meet komaeda's gaze. he was always a little weird, dramatic, maybe. you picked up his way of saying things a little more than you'd like to admit. now, you don't feel as inclined; you just feel sad. empty.

"...what the fuck are you talking about, nag."