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[teainthesnow]

Once again the Cass Apocalyptic series by @somerandomdudelmao is giving me emotions so time for angst

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Dying isn’t quite what he expected it to be, not that he has any idea what he thought death would be like.

Maybe he thought he’d be greeted by the welcoming faces of his ancestors, of his dear papa, and gram gram. Or maybe even some higher being, or maybe even nothing at all. Maybe just empty space and a long deserved rest.

But this... this is the last thing he would have ever thought possible.

This unbearable agony, the burning pain as his soul, his very essence, begins to drip...

... drip...

... drip...

...drip away.

And there’s nothing that he can do to stop it.

He tries, really truly tries, to keep going. To do something, anything, to stop it from happening.

The pain is unending as he drags his faltering and weakening body away from his mourning family – and that’s a thought he pushes deep, deep, down because they’ll be okay, he made sure of that, at least – and tries to do something, anything to save himself.

But there’s nothing.

Just pain and fear and the looming dread that this is really, truly it.

But at least his family is safe. Or as safe as they can be. And that’s a reassurance to him, something that soothes the agony just a little bit.

And then he hears a noise.

A voice.

Closer and clearer than the soft murmuring voices of his brothers.

Shouting words he never thought would be directed at him again.

Shouting “Uncle Tello!”

He looks up.

Casey is running towards him... but he’s different. His mind, too riddled with pain and fog, cannot comprehend just what it is. Only briefly registering that he should not be here just yet. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out, just more purple, more of his life.

“Uncle Tello!” Casey yells again, voice fear filled and desperate.

He tries to push himself up on weak and disappearing limbs. He’s surprised and confused and he doesn’t know what to do but reach his hand out towards Casey... towards... well, he doesn’t really know what.

But the remaining strength in his limbs give out, and he drops back down to the floor, wincing as the harsh motion sends threads of shooting pain throughout his body.

He suddenly becomes aware that he doesn’t have long left.

...

He doesn’t want Casey to see this.

...

But perhaps, he thinks, maybe it’s nice to not be alone as he goes.

...

Casey is still running towards him, golden orange sparks, like the sun itself, like his little brothers magic, dance along Casey’s arms and mix with the sickly purple of his own essence.

He screws his eyes shut through the torture that is his body

falling

apart.

.

.

.

Then, somehow, he opens his eyes again.

And he is still here.

He’s not gone.

It takes a second to really process that, and the another to realise the situation that he’s in.

He’s possessing Casey... Like April and gram gram all those years ago.

Okay, okay, he can work with that.

There’s still a lingering burning pain, he can still feel himself slowly slipping away but it’s not as bad. His situation isn’t too dire right now. If he tries, and concentrates with everything he has, he can stop it, or slow it down.

And then, because the situation isn’t already confusing enough, he finds out that Casey has time travelled.

How, he doesn’t know.

Nor does he know why.

And he refuses to think about it, why it was necessary.

And vehemently refuses to think about what that means for his brothers. For April. For the resistance and all it’s members.

Because they are all fine, it was just some... accident... or weird supply run... they were fine...

They had to be.

They were alive, happy, eating honey and living in a Krang free world.

...And he definitely wasn’t in denial.

He has more important things to worry about.

He coughs, wincing through the pain, just barely keeping himself together as he talks.

But he knows that, by himself, there’s nothing he can do right now.

He’s too weak to do anything.

Too busy keeping himself together.

(And maybe he briefly wonders if it would just be easier on them both if he just lets go.)

But then Casey is begging him to hold on.

That he’ll fix it.

That he’ll make it better.

“Please.” He begs and that seals it.

He thinks of the time travel, of his brothers, of all the things and people that he left behind, of all the promises that he’s already broken.

Of the birthday he never made it to.

“Alright.” He says, with a smile on his face and agony coursing through his veins. “I can do that.”

He concentrates on keeping himself together, on staying alive for as long as he can.

‘For you, Casey Junior, I’ll keep fighting for as long as I can.’

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

‘Because what kind of uncle would I be if I keep breaking my promises.’

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