#memory headcannons are very confusing what is going on Soda your fandom is a mess

[eternal-sacrifice]

Fanfiction thing

So I never ever ever write fanfiction but I wanted to spite Soda so

Erghhhhh I'm so mad this is the first piece of my writing I share on the site

Watcher grian reset thing I guess

One.

Two.

Three.

Click.

"Can you hear me? Is this thing on?"

The sound of static fills your room. You hear it, buzzing in your ears, dulling the rhythmic drumbeat of your heart, digging out your flesh.

"...Please. I didn't want this to happen. Please. Don't kill them. Not again."

The smell of blood. You feel your face instinctively, but the only thing you feel is a bead of sweat on your forehead. Why were you sweating? Why are you breathing so hard?

You don't know. You haven't figured it out yet. It's okay, you will soon. You always do.

"Please, please, please. Please. I know I swore I wouldn't get attached but I'm so scared that they might be gone for real this time- please."

You wonder where the sound is coming from. It sounds… frantic, doesn't it?

There's two sounds.

One inside your head, and one outside it.

A shriek roars through the static and you tense. 

That's the first one, the sound outside. And judging by that noise, it's the one you should deal with first. You can barely even think with the static eating out your skull, anyway.

You trust the second voice. And you look around the room.

You think it's a room. You can't remember, you're not sure. It's so dark- you're afraid to move in any direction. 

It's okay, it's okay. You'll just have to make the choice. You can do that.

You turn around, even though you can't see anything, your footsteps echoing for what feels like forever in a cold, dull, metal ache.

"NO! STOP- GET OUT!"

The shout shrieks inside your ears, the grind of the audio peaking making you wince, but your feet begin to move, and then move faster, and then you are running.

You are thinking get out get out get out get out over and over again, aren't you?

You keep running.

You're running left, or maybe right. Or maybe neither. Or maybe both. Direction doesn't seem to mean anything in this place, where whatever recording is playing never gets quieter and the voice never goes away.

Your heartbeat is getting dangerously fast. Your lungs- your arms- do you have more than two arms? There's something else connected to you, something you didn't have before but you can't think about that now-

Keep running. Keep running. It doesn't feel like you're going anywhere, the recording's sound never changes, how is it playing everywhere? Surely, surely there's got to be some way to navigate by sound, some way this makes sense, some way the endless echoing…

There. To your left. There's a pedestal.

You slow down, but your heart is beating even faster, your eyes are growing wide, your arm reaches out like your body has a mind of its own. You have no idea why you are feeling terrified. And that in of itself is enough to send a chill down your spine, rocking your entire body.

There are buttons. You don't know how you can see them, in the pitch black, but you can. You reach out, your hand meeting the cold marble of the stand, and…

A panel in front of you. It must be glass? It's glowing, that's all you can tell for sure, and now you can finally make out the lettering on the buttons.

Forget

Forgive

Fracture

Your hand stops moving. The panel dims, to the point where you can see what must be your face in its reflection of you.

Glasses. You tilt, trying to get the glasses reflection to move so you can see your eyes.

Messy hair, you can't tell what color. There's something in it.

You reach up, feeling around your hair, and you grasp it.

A piece of… paper. Or something like it. You bring it down to your face, only just reading one of the words written on it- Forgive, the same as the button- before you catch a flash of something in the glass. You carefully move your eyes up to see it, not daring to move.

It's your eyes, finally! But… They're… not… right. Something is off with them. They're moving right and reflecting fine and seeing perfectly well, but- you can't put your finger on it.

You let out a breath of air. You're real, you think. You have a reflection.

And then a thought hits you.

That means this isn't a nightmare, right?

You're… trapped here, in this space, with this glass and-

You don't even realize you've done it, do you?

Your eyes inch over slowly to the marble pedestal, even though you already know what awaits you, and then you realize two things.

The static's cut out.

And you're pressing a button.

You know, somehow, instantly, which one it was.

The glass panel goes dark. You can't even see the pedestal now, somehow it's darker than before.

And as the voice in your head begins to grow louder and you swear you hear footsteps that aren't your own, you realize a few more things, because they're right in front of you, walking towards you and making your heart beat faster with each step.

You don't have multiple sets of arms. You feel your back just to check and they're there, not the warm feeling of skin but the cold of chilled, soft feathers.

You're glowing. That must be how you saw the buttons earlier, though you have no idea where they've gone now if that's true.

You're hungry. You're practically drooling. You have a craving, something specific, some sort of specific want… It's familiar. It's forgiveness.

This is a nightmare. You were wrong earlier.

You back up, staring down the set of eyes right in front of you, staring at the glasses identical to yours, and you scream, you scream at yourself this is just a reflection, even as you are on the floor and I am ten steps away, echoing in your head.

Your vision starts to fade, even as the click click click clack click of footsteps gets louder.

You finally remember, because it's staring you in the face, looking at you in a way that scares you, in a way you should not be able to look, in a way that makes you want to feel terror again, even as it's fading, because that face has no emotion drawn on it, and the face and the footsteps stop as I look down at you with nothing. You reach out before your arm goes limp, desperately trying to hold on to your sudden realization, even as everything else is leaving you, and you grasp it just for a second, cold and clear. 

Your eyes are purple.