#dedf1sh is NOT white in my heart

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AliveF1sh Jumpscare

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Chapter 4 coming at ya! What a coincidence that this is the chapter that gets released on the first day of pride month? I didn't plan it like that but it worked out perfectly. Happy pride month, everyone!

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29F. Only one floor until the final fight. Four wasn’t sure if they were ready to fight Order again. Pearl said its name was Smollusk, but they were having trouble getting used to thinking of something so malicious with such a cutesy name. They had lost once, what if they lost again? They didn’t want to focus on it now. They still had one more floor standing between them and that fight anyway. After they set this chip into their palette, they’d have all their memories back. They couldn’t help but wonder what this last thing was that they still hadn’t remembered. They slid the chip in and…

“Oh my cod,” they thought. Acht wasn’t just a random octoling that they’d never met before. They were DJ Dedf1sh. The DJ Dedf1sh. Four loved their music, how had they not recognized them before? Oh, greyscaling. Right. But that didn’t matter right now because they were in an elevator with DJ Dedf1sh. And they had hugged them! Four was sort of embarrassed. Had they been this excited when they first met Off the Hook? Probably. It was different this time though because they met Acht and then they remembered DJ Dedf1sh and it turns out they’re the same person!? It was like finding out your coworker is a superhero. But they had to play it cool. Acht probably didn’t want to face Four’s fangirling right now. After all, they did make most of their music while they were sanitized. Maybe they didn’t want to talk about it. Four had to get out of the elevator before their emotions exploded out.

Four had chosen a rigorous floor with danger in hopes of it taking them longer and delaying reaching 30F. They regretted their choice, having to do Cruel_Sisyphean_Eight-Shaped.Floor with no item drops and no drone. 

They definitely felt like Sisyphus right now. Trying to regain their memories just to feel like they’re going to lose themself again. Trying to climb the spire just to have to face Order again. Trying to hide their feelings for Acht just to find out that they’re DJ Dedf1sh. Trying to defend these zones just to have twelve more Drizzling Capriccioso spawn.

That boulder just kept rolling back down the hill.

Four watched two more Towering Nobilmentes spawn and snapped. They massacred every Jelleton in sight. They claimed the zones and finished the floor within a few seconds. They were ready to leave this Spire of Hell.

“We’re about to reach the last floor. Are you ready, Agent 4?” Marina asked with concern as the elevator slowly began its ascent.

“I have no idea. I’m just going to hope for the best,” they sighed.

“You’ve got this! You demolished that last floor!” Pearl gave Four a little pat with one of her robot tentacle arm things. Four wasn’t sure what to call them.

“If something really goes wrong, I’ll jump in to help.” Eight gave a thumbs up.

“Good luck out there,” Acht said in their usual monotone as the doors opened.

Four took a deep breath and stepped out onto the floor. They boarded the cage and rode over to the platform. Their hearts were pounding so fast they could have been having a heart attack. They couldn’t really see anything out on the platform though. From what they remembered, Order was massive. If they looked closely, they could kind of see a little white octopus floating there. It noticed them, making eye contact. Four felt like they’d just been shot in the chest. Despite looking different, that was definitely the Order they knew. They could feel it in their soul. They dropped out of the cage, landing on the ground below as it began to speak to them.

“Oh, it’s you! I wemember you, Pawawel Canon! But why awen’t you at your post? You should go back now.”

Parallel Canon paused. Maybe they should go back, why had they wandered so far from their post? No, Four wanted to be here, they wanted to get out of the spire, out of the Memverse. Right? What would life be like if they let themself stop thinking again? Would it really be that bad? Yes it would, they didn’t want to go back to that, they’d come so far.

They couldn’t give up now.

It was only then that Four noticed the world had gone pitch black and the deafening silence closing in. Not again. How had they let themself go so quickly?

Suddenly, they felt a cold pair of hands on their shoulders. They were kind, yet firm, as if they were afraid. No, not afraid, but worried. Four raised their own hands to meet them. They were the only thing that they could be sure were real, they had to hold onto them. They couldn’t let go. They could feel something within their ears; a sound trying to push its way through. 

“You… breathe….”

They couldn’t hear the full sentence and the sound was muddled, as if they were underwater, but they trusted the person’s voice. They had forgotten that they had lungs. They let the air fill them up. It was sweet and full of life. Their vision began to return, and the voice kept going.

“… have to wake up… Four.”

Their eyes were focusing now, their ears growing clearer. They could feel the tile of the floor beneath their knees. They hadn’t even noticed they’d fallen down.

“I love you. I haven’t loved someone in so long. Please don’t leave me now.” Acht knelt in front of them, shaking, crying. They looked Four in the eyes. A mix of shock and relief crossed their face. “How much of that did you hear?”

Four just smiled and moved their hand up to one of Acht’s tear stained cheeks. Their hearts fluttered in their chest at what they were about to do. “I love you too, Acht. And I really want to kiss you right now.” They couldn’t help but let out a small giggle.

“Please do.” Acht smiled. It might’ve been the first time Four ever saw them smile. It was warm and beautiful, like the setting sun.

Four pulled them in close, pressing Acht’s lips to theirs. They were cold, but joyful. Like catching a snowflake on you tongue. They wished their kiss could last for eternity, but they had to fight. They slowly pulled away from Acht and got to their feet. “I’m gonna go kick this thing’s ass now.” Then, whipping around towards the battle, they yelled, “Eight! Tag out, I’m good!”

Acht’s face was redder than a rose.

****

Acht watched from the elevator as Four boarded the cage and rode out into the arena. Would they be okay? What if something bad happened? Acht couldn’t imagine what they would do if they had to go head to head with Tartar. They would probably end up losing themself again. But that wouldn’t happen to Four, right?

Four dropped down from the cage and Smollusk noticed them, saying, “Oh, it’s you! I wemember you, Pawawel Canon! But why awen’t you at your post? You should go back now.” 

Four stiffened, their face going blank. Oh no. They were not okay.

“Awthough, you’we wooking more coworful than usual,” Smollusk continued. “I guess I’ll have to fight you again. Hawumph!” Smollusk transformed and the fight began. But Four didn’t move. They just stood there for a moment. Then, their legs gave out and they fell to their knees.

“Eight, follow me. I need you,” Acht said without a moments hesitation, super jumping out of the elevator. Eight followed close behind. As they landed, Pearl gave Eight a weapon and the two began to fight off the hoards of Jelletons. Marina sat on the stage, rapidly typing on her laptop. Acht rushed to Four. Their eyes were glazed over, like they were sleeping with their eyes open. 

“Agent 4! Agent 4 can you hear me?” Acht almost screamed. They put their hands on Four’s shoulders in hopes of somehow stirring them. Four’s hands raised to meet theirs. They were still in there somewhere. “Please don’t leave me. Please, not now. Not after you’ve made it so far. You have to breathe, you have to wake up, Four,” Acht kept talking. They were crying now. They didn’t remember what crying felt like before this. They weren’t sure if they liked it or not. But that didn’t matter. All they cared about was Four. “I love you. I haven’t loved someone in so long. Please don’t leave me now.” 

When they looked up, Four’s eyes were shining. They were awake. Relief washed over Acht, but at the same time, they were horrified. “How much of that did you hear?” they asked, their voice breaking under the lump still in their throat.

Four smiled their beautiful, radiant smile and placed their hand on Acht’s cheek. Their hearts jumped in their chest and their stomach did a flip. Was this really happening?

“I love you too, Acht.” Four spoke softly, letting out a small giggle. “And I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Please do.” A smile broke though Acht’s worry as Four gently guided their face toward their own. They pressed their lips together, pulling the other closer as they did. Four was warm, like kissing the summer sun. Acht never wanted to let go.

After what felt like both an eternity and less than a second, Four slowly stood up. “I’m gonna go kick this thing’s ass now.” They yelled something to Eight and charged into battle.

Acht was blushing and sweating and smiling like an idiot.

Four destroyed the portals that Eight hadn’t. He’d already made it through the first phase, leaving them with only two to deal with. 

“Why are you still fighting me? Did you not enjoy your peacefuw world of order?” Smollusk asked before setting off a stingray.

“That wasn’t peace that was pain! You never even asked me if I wanted it,” Four shouted back. 

“Whaaat? You didn’t wike it?”

“No!” they screamed, firing their trizooka, dealing the last damage they needed to finish the fight.

Their hearts’ beating slowed and their breathing steadied. Acht rushed over and pulled them into a hug. Neither of them let go.

“Smollusk! I didn’t want to believe you would do something like this,” Marina spoke as if she was scolding her child. She was in a way.

“I was just twying to make a world of order,” it whined.

“Agent 4 is a living, breathing, person. Not a string of code that you can manipulate. They didn’t want or deserve any of what you did to them. You need to apologize right now.”

Smollusk looked surprised for a minute, as if only now realizing that Four had a life outside of the Memverse. Then it sniffled like it was about to cry. “I’m sowwy, Agent 4. I never wanted to huwt you.”

“Thank you for saying you’re sorry.” Four took a deep breath, weighing Smollusk’s apology in their head. “I forgive you. What you did to me hurt. A lot. But, I think that you understand now why it was bad. And also because I hate holding grudges. Friends?”

If Smollusk had a mouth, it would have been beaming. “Fwiends!”

Four chuckled to themself at how excited it was. Nuzzling their head into Acht’s shoulder, they said, “Let’s head back down now. I’m exhausted.”

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THIS IS THE OLD SUBMISSIONS POST. UP TO DATE SUBMISSIONS CAN BE FOUND HERE

Sorted alphabetically by band. Please click through to original post to see full list. IF IT'S NOT ON THE LIST, PLEASE SUBMIT IT. NO BAND IS TOO NICHE. Multiple bands from the same media are permitted.

Putting this under the cut because it's getting too long!

0-9

4*town - Turning Red

A

About Gardens - ROGUEMAKER

The Ark - I Was Born For This

ABXY - Splatoon

Arno van Eyck - Disco Elysium

B

The Band With Rocks In It - Discworld

The Beets - Doug

The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton - The Mountain Goats

The Bettys - Phineas and Ferb

Black Stones (BLAST) - NANA

The Blues Brothers - The Blues Brothers

Bottom Feeders - Splatoon

Boys In The Sink - Veggietales

Boys Who Cry - Spongebob Squarepants

Boyz4Now - Bob's Burgers

Boyz 12 - American Dad

Bunk Bed Junction - No Straight Roads

C

Cheetah Girls - Cheetah Girls

The Clash At Demonhead - Scott Pilgrim 

The Covey - Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Crash & The Boys - Scott Pilgrim

D

Daisy Jones & The Six - Daisy Jones & The Six

Damp Socks - Splatoon

De Bois Band - & Juliet

Deep cut - Splatoon

DETHKLOK - Metalocalypse

Dedf1sh - Splatoon

Decibel Jones and the Absolute Zeros - Space Opera 

Dingoes Ate My Baby - Buffy The Vampire Slayer

DJ Octavio - Splatoon

DJ Stylbator - Samurai Jack

Dr Teeth and The Electric Mayhem - The Muppets 

Drive Shaft - LOST

E

Evar Orbus & The Galactic Jizz-Wailers/The Max Rebo Band - Star Wars

F

Fig and the Cig Figs - Dimension 20 Fantasy High

The Flaming Creatures - Velvet Goldmine

Fran-Shou-Shou - Zombie Land Saga

G

Gallifrey Academy Hot Five - Doctor Who 

Gem & The Scotts - Secret Life SMP

Gillion & The Tidestriders - Just Roll With It

Girls Dead Monster - Angel Beats

Gorillaz - Gorillaz

Grifters Bone - Magnus Archives 

H

Hatsune Miku - Vocaloid

Heaven Seventeen - A Clockwork Orange

The Hectic Glow - The Fault In Our Stars

Hex Girls - Scooby Doo

I

Ink Theory - Splatoon

J

Jem & The Holograms - Jem & The Holograms

Johnny Casino and The Gamblers - Grease

Josie & The Pussycats - Archie (Comic)

The Juicy Fruits - Phantom of the Paradise

Julie and the Phantoms - Julie and the Phantoms

K

Kessoku Band - Bocchi the Rock

Killer Boy Rats - Horrid Henry

The Killjoys - My Chemical Romance

L

Lacus Clyne - Mobile Suit Gundam Seed

Lady Parts - We Are Lady Parts

The Last Days - The Last Days

Lemonade Mouth - Lemonade Mouth

Leningrad Cowboys - Leningrad Cowboys

Lincoln Hawk - Gossip Girl

Little White Lie - Little White Lie

Loded Diper - Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Love Burger - Can't Hardly Wait

Love Händel - Phineas and Ferb

LumberZacks - Milo Murphy's Law 

M

Mad Gear & The Missile Kid - Danger Days, My Chemical Romance

Maxwell Demon & The Venus In Furs - Velvet Goldmine

The Mechanisms - The Mechanisms 

Milkcan - Um Jammer Lammy

The Misfits - Jem & The Holograms

Muppet Orchestra - The Muppets 

N 

Needy Beast - Hatchetfield

O

Octoplush - Splatoon

Old Gods of Asgard - Alan Wake

ok, kids - Andre and Karl

Off The Hook - Splatoon

P

Pink Slip - Freaky Friday

Plasmagica - Show By Rock

Proto Zoa - Zenon Sweep 

R

The Rainbooms - Equestria Girls

The Rats - Velvet Goldmine

RIP - Ruby Gloom

The Risky Fix-Ins - Buzzfeed Unsolved Franchise

The Rutles - All You Need Is Cash

S

Sadie-Killer & The Suspects - Steven Universe

Sadgasm - The Simpsons

SCÄB - Home Movies

Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - The Beatles

Sev'ral Timez - Gravity Falls

Sex Bob-omb - Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Sing Street - Sing Street 

Soundcheck - Odd Squad

Spinal Tap - This Is Spinal Tap

Squid Sisters - Splatoon

Squid Squad - Splatoon

The Stiff Dylans - Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging 

Sunset Curve - Julie and the Phantoms

The Superconducting Supercolliders - Designations Congruent With Things (Pacific Rim fanfiction)

T

The Three Lights - Sailor Moon

Trapnest - NANA

Turquoise October - Splatoon

V

The Vampire Lestat - The Vampire Chronicles

W

Wonderlands x Showtime - Hatsune Miku Colourful Stage/Vocaloid

The Wonders - That Thing You Do

Wyld Stallyns - Bill & Ted franchise

Wet Floor - Splatoon

w-3 (omega-3) - Splatoon

Y

Yoko & the Gold Bazookas - Splatoon

Z

Ziggy Stardust & The Spiders From Mars - David Bowie

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Chapter 5 of a Dedf1sh fanfic I wrote

I meant to post this yesterday, but its fineeeee. This one might be simultaneously my favorite and least favorite chapter.

Also, a little announcement! I have an ao3 account now, so if you would rather, you can read this fic on there. Here's the link! I will likely post all the chapters on here, along with on there. I may or may not also make edits on the version on ao3. (The storyline itself will not be different, so don't worry! Also, this has a title now! It's This Forgotten Melody!)

Also, remember how I said this fic was super short? Yeah, this is the second-to-last chapter. I apologize if you were hoping for a longer story, but I hope that you can still enjoy it!

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(TW: memory loss, vomiting, mention of blood, mention of medical procedures, swearing, also I'm not sure if sanitization counts as major character death but I thought I'd put it here just in case)

Pop! Ahato shot as many balloons as they could. They’d been struggling to beat this test for a long time, but they were certain they could finish it today. They’d been taking a short break— maybe a little over a week?— and they were ready to try again. They leapt over the washers as they approached. Jump, splat, dodge, swim, almost there. The last few crates were coming up, they’d never made it this far before. And… BAM! Ahato finally completed the test! They super jumped back to the station platform to receive their mem cake. 

Ahato’s hearts sank into their stomach. No. Not this memory. Anything but this memory. They ran back to the train, hiding the small spongey figure in their hand so they didn’t have to see it. They couldn’t do this. They didn’t want to have this memory anymore, it hurt too much. Ahato took a seat on the train, refusing to make eye contact with Iso Padre.

“Ahato, is something wrong?” He asked, worried for their wellbeing. They didn’t answer. They could barely hear him with how loud their thoughts were. 

The train pulled into the central station and they stood up, dropping the mem cake on the floor behind them. It showed a young octoling wearing a beanie with a similar symbol as Ahato’s hat.

1 watch the tears roll down your face.

1 w1sh 1 could do th1s with grace.

You learned that 1 must leave th1s place.

Their little brother. They’d vaguely mentioned him, but it seemed like they missed him desperately. It was only then that Iso Padre realized why they were at the central station. He shouted, “Ahato wait!” But the doors closed before he could reach them.

Ahato’s boots clunked along the station platform. They had left their duffel bag on the train, full of all their stuff. Shit. It was fine. No going back now anyway.

“Get rid of these memories, please. I want to just focus on my music and nothing else. It’s been eight days, right?” Ahato faced the telephone, their legs tumbling. Were they really making the right choice?

“Awesome sauce. The doctors will lead you to the right room.” The phone’s manner of speaking sounded unnatural for its monotone, electric voice. Two green octolings seemed to appear out of nowhere to escort Ahato to wherever they were supposed to go. These octolings were dressed differently than the ones they’d met in the tests. Rather than the military uniforms Ahato was used to, they wore white masks and lab coats. 

They walked in eerie silence. Ahato’s body trembled, but they couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or fear. They were ready to not have the emotions and trauma holding them back, but at the same time they couldn’t help but think of Iso Padre’s warning. No, they were going to do this. They had to stop being such a coward. They were always such a coward. They were too scared to fight, too scared to leave the army before Marina did, too scared to try to find their family, too scared to do anything. They didn’t want to be afraid anymore. Ahato had been so lost in their thoughts that they hadn’t even noticed they’d arrived at a train. This one had just one car and looked nothing like what Ahato had ridden on before. It was a grey monochrome and devoid of the graffiti that they’d become so accustomed to seeing on the trains here. Ahato had expected to walk in and be greeted by another sea cucumber conductor, but the only other beings in the car were the octoling escorts. The train slowly began to move, despite the fact that Ahato hadn’t seen anyone operating it. 

Just a few minutes later, there was a loud screech as the train came to a halt. The doors slid open to reveal a another large set of doors just a few feet away from the train. Surrounding them were concrete walls, the only light being the lamp posts carefully placed in the  corners of the concrete prison. A scanner near the door beeped as one of the octolings placed an ID badge near it and the lock clicked open. They held the door for Ahato as they slowly trudged through. All three of their hearts were beating so loudly they could cause an avalanche. They walked through yet another set of doors. It felt as though the passageways themselves were telling Ahato to turn back. They entered what looked like an operating room for an autopsy. There was no cot, just a large metal table that one of the octolings gestured for them to lay down on. It was cold and uncomfortable, even the barracks in the army were better. 

“Hey is there any chance that I could get a more comfortable-”

“Don’t flip your wig already, [SLANG NOT FOUND]! You won’t even know the table’s there once we start this process to the max!” The phone’s horrible use of slang interrupted Ahato’s request. They thought it was still at the station, but lo and behold it was sitting at the other end of the room. Maybe it was similar to how there were multiple C.Q. Cumbers? “Now just chillax while the docs prep for your sanitization.”  

There was a sudden sharp pain in Ahato’s arm as an octoling jabbed them with an IV tube leading to a bag full of some strange liquid. It was a vibrant blueish-green. Ahato had never seen anything like it before. It was so beautiful. They felt dizzy the instant it entered their arm. The cold table met their back before they’d even noticed they fell over. The burning was intense, as if their skin was going to melt off, but miraculously, it didn’t hurt. They knew they were in pain, but it wasn’t painful. They welcomed it. In return for their cooperation, they were rewarded with instant relief. Ahato had no clue what the liquid was, but it was extremely relaxing. They felt the tension in their muscles release and their hearts begin to slow. The shadow of the telephone blocked out the florescent lights as they let sleep fall over them.

***

A blur sat over the world like a thick fog. Ahato kneeled on a floating platform in a vaporware abyss, vomiting. But rather than the contents of their stomach being old food and gastric acid, it is a continuous flow of small spongey mem cakes. Each one that poured out of Ahato’s body pulled a new pain out with it. Some they recognized, and some entirely new. As they spewed from their body, they dissipated in some different, more violent form than the next.

A pair of scissors.

A routine ha1rut, no b1g deal.

Snip my tentacles w1th your steel.

Create a new Ach1lles’ heel.

Ripped in half.

The ghost of an octoling.

For my f1ngers, your blood a sheet.

1 stress to keep your heart a-beat.

But soon 1 must adm1t defeat.

Falling down down down through the floor.

An inkling with long green tentacles dressed in a bright traffic vest.

A squ1d, 1nkl1ng, my enemy.

1s 1t fun to hurt so many?

For th1s you w1ll face penalty.

Cackling as they superjump away from piles of corpses.

A young octoling wearing a beanie with a symbol on it that Ahato knew they recognized, but couldn’t quite figure out from where.

1 watch the tears roll down your face.

1 w1sh 1 could do th1s with grace.

You learned that 1 must…

Leave.

1 must…

They crushed this one with their own fist.

1 must let myself forget.

***

“Don’t give them too much, we want a DJ not a dead fish,” the mechanic voice slowly pulled them back to consciousness. It wasn’t speaking how it used to. It used some new dialect that they didn’t recognize, but could still somehow understand. 

They couldn’t move. They couldn’t speak. Even coherent thought was difficult. 

“Twelve,” they managed to force some noise out of their mouth. Why twelve? They didn’t have time to fully consider why that was the word they chose because the thought had already been pushed away to make room for the blissful emptiness once again.

“They’re awake,” the monotone voice continued and their eyes slowly began to focus on the telephone. “How do you feel?”

“Four,” was the only thing they were able to make themself say.

“Get to your turntables, and get to work,” the phone instructed. They slid off the metal table, their boots clunked along the concrete as they made their way to the train.

***

They pulled the headphones over their ears and began to toil at the turntables. They worked fast. No distractions, no mistakes, no emotion. It was perfect.

#0 shell - for what they were before

#1 progress - for what they made

#2 ripped - for why they did it

# 3 [ERROR] - f̴̦̼̉̾̃̔ȍ̸͕̞̰r̷̨̠͉̆̃͜ ̸̤̝̻͂̏͘ẉ̶̳̽͗̋ḩ̷̹̀ả̴͍ţ̷̃̂͝ ̴̛̻͔͊͒̊t̸͓̘́̕͠h̴͔̰̹̞̋͑̌̈́è̴͉̣͎̲͂̅͒y̴̺̫͂̈́͌͝ ̵̨̝̳͒ḷ̸̺̣͊͊͘o̶͕͂s̷̼̀̊̉t̸͔̞̃̇̍̐

#4 dunno - for how they felt

#5 thirsty - for its lust for more

#6 frisk - for what they missed

#7 [DATA LOST] - f̴̣̎̽ȍ̷̙͓̰̔r̴̮͈̯̼̃̈́̀͠ ̵̜͖̽̄̕w̷̻̖̿̂́h̵̼̰̽õ̵͉̩ ̴̫̅̇̽ţ̶͈̇̒ḩ̵̅e̷̞̿̔͜ý̴̭ ̴̰͓̲̈́̋l̶̺̽̾ë̸͙̼́̒̒f̸̱̽͒t̷̞͈̑ͅ

#8 regret - for their rare thoughts

#9 party - for the chaos of their dreams

#10 [ACCESS DENIED] - f̴̫̥̬͆ó̸̜̏̽r̸̙̣̦̔̃ ̵̧̛̳̟͕̊w̸̨̠̩̮̍h̷̥̝̄͜a̶̮̼̦͛̕ṭ̵̬̻̐͑ ̷̰̎c̵̢̜̼͝ơ̵̙̅̉̔ͅū̷̠̀̕͠l̵̡͍͎͌d̶̦̩̃̈́͂̏ ̷̗͓͐̾h̵̗̹̟͆͂̈́͠a̴̡̝͔̽̏v̸̦̼̈́e̷̺̼̊̐͂̾ ̷͖̈́̄̚b̶̗̒́̐͠ẹ̵̗̈́́͌͘e̸̺̋̽̇n̴̥̞̄̋̓

#11 above - for where they wish they stayed

#12 awake - for what they are

# 13 shade - for their death

#14 crush - for their life

#15 [SLANG NOT FOUND] - f̵̰̒̄̀̔ö̸̯͇́r̴̪̠͝͠ ̴̡͙̠̞͗t̴̠̭̯̋ẖ̸̈́̐̽ͅe̶͔̟̞̲̔̈i̸͙͉͔̋̓̓r̷̦͍̪̄ ̴̟͔̾m̴̧̭̻̈͌́́��i̸͉̰̲͓̊s̴͈͘͝ṯ̵̢̩͈̌a̵̡̫͆̿̉͝ǩ̶̡̖͕͂͝e̸̫̔͆ś̴̖̙̬͛̃

#16 salty - for their fights

#17 [INSUFFICIENT ID] - f̴̠͗̑̇̑o̵̙͑͛͒r̶͇͋̈́̐̑ ̵̻͌t̶̡͍̟͙͝h̶̘̺̖͒̓͗̀ỉ̷͕́̆̄ȅ̵̻̑r̸̫̓̏͐ ̷͉̑ṕ̸̖̒̕ŕ̸̳͍̳̦͗͊ĕ̸̛̮̩̯͠ͅd̵͕̱̻̐e̵̮͔̰͋͂̉̈́c̴̭̯͈̃̈́͘e̴̝͇̠͍̾̌s̶̨̨̜̊̕͠s̵̮̭̉̊͝o̷͇̐r̷͔̜͎̙̆s̵̨̢͆͆̌̔

#18 [FILE DELETED] - f̵̟͕̙͗̀̾̃o̷͕͖̊r̷͍͔̾͝ ̴͕̽̉ẃ̸̹̳͝h̵̤̭͈͚̒͑͆a̵͛͜͝t̵̨̼͈͊̅͝ ̵͉͇͙̌͒̍͐ͅt̶̡̬͍̞̏͌̌̀ḣ̶̛̰̼̞͉e̷͓͍̐y̸̥̎̏ ̷͖̀ĝ̴̱̫̊a̴̧̓̑͝î̷͈̱͜ń̷̢̝̬̃̄̚ȅ̵̗̻̞̠͐̋d̸̺̰̹̼̅

#19 bless - for how they should be

Splattack! (Octo) - for who they are

It was finished. Their album. Their magnum opus. Created by-

Created by… They’d forgotten their name. What had happened that caused them to forget their name? They weren’t particularly broken up about it. They needed a DJ alias anyway. DJ Dedf1sh. It seemed right. They wouldn’t have any luck thinking of something else anyway, they could feel the thought already being washed away. It suited their music. Simple and perfect and empty. DJ Dedf1sh.