#vash wanders until his old age and lagging energy catch up to him

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

TRIGUN WRITING PROMPT

So this is a bit of a deviation from the usual prompts I come up with, but come on. It was bound to happen eventually. I've been stuck in Trigun hell since January. I'm honestly surprised I didn't come up with a prompt sooner. Not really expecting this one to gain much attention but wanted to write it down anyway.

⚠️Spoiler Warning!⚠️

I will be going more off of the manga, mainly the ending, and possibly(?) some of the 98 anime! You have been warned! This is gonna be sad and angsty, btw. When isn't it tho?

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What if after all is said and done, the humans pack up everything and make their way back to Earth and inadvertently leave Vash behind?

They literally couldn't find him for once. Everyone leaving could happen almost immediately after things settle down after the climax or it could take more time. Either way works, but he still gets left behind on No Man's Land/Gunsmoke like a dog left to die on a deserted island.

Vash is completely drained of energy, figuratively and literally, after the whole ordeal with Knives but he still has quite a bit of life left in him. He wanders the empty deserts ceaselessly for centuries, his mind slowly withering away as he starts to question if any of it was ever even real and he just had a really fucked up dream.

He starts losing memories. Forgetting faces. The sounds of his friends voices. His brother's smile. The words to Rem's lullaby she always sang. His body is slowly deteriorating as well, so much so he can barely maintain the energy and balance to walk. He's starting to wonder what's the point in moving anymore. The point in living.

Right as he's convinced himself he should just lay down and never get back up again, he blindly stumbles into a giant cloth wrapped cross half embedded in the ground.

At first, he doesn't know what to make of it with his vision weak and blurry from exhaustion. After almost a full minute of staring at it he places a shaking hand against the sturdy crucifix and drags himself closer until he's leaning heavily against it. He brushes his thumb gently back and forth against the bindings that conceal the massive gun as tears spill from his eyes with what little moisture his body has left. He starts to smile, weak though it may be.

"Hello, again." He says with a cracked whisper.

His body shakes with the echoes of grief from long ago, crying silently all the while. He sits there for quite some time until he eventually drifts off sleep to the memories of the man he would've loved to have spent the rest of his life with. Hours pass. His tears eventually dry up. His body grows cold.

He doesn't get back up again.

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That's all I got. For now. I'll probably make a few more prompts if any more ideas come to me. I'd love to see someone flesh this out a bit more into an actual angst fic tho! Trigun just really puts one in the mood to have their heart ripped out for some reason. At least in my case.