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Ranboo was somewhere that was both a place and not.
He wasn’t sure if he was standing or floating. He wasn’t sure if it mattered.
It was dark, sort of. Not like the nighttime, but like the absence of light. Like being inside a shadow.
“Hello?” He called. “Anybody there?”
No answer. His voice echoed slightly, bouncing off of… something. Probably. Did physics work in a place like this? Where was this? He knew he was dead, but no one really knew what death was like. Well, they did, but not very clearly. Even Tommy, who always had words for anything, if crude and generally offensive, had not been able to explain his death experience.
Ranboo cleared his throat. “Am I in limbo?”
He fell.
“The truth is that you helped me. You helped Dream.”
The words spilled out of his mouth like a record player. “No, I didn’t—I couldn’t have, I—“
The memory book wavered in his vision, Dream’s smile growing wide behind it.
Shut up, he thought. Shut up, shut up, shut up, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real, it—
He gasped back into the void, surrounded by darkness, cold on his skin.
“What was that—“ he started, but then
He fell again.
“These wars keep happening because you all keep choosing sides!”
Fundy’s eyes glared at him, Niki’s were full of sympathy. Panic filled his mind, clouding his vision, and he just kept talking, talking, talking and none of it went through.
Gasp awake.
The void surrounded him, nothing welcoming.
“Help—“
He fell.
TNT in his hand, a silky, snake voice whispering in his ear.
Awake.
Fall.
A disc in a chest, “keep this safe for me.”
Awake.
Fall.
Cold darkness surrounding him, “Leave if you want, but know you can never come back.”
Awake.
Fall.
Memory.
Awake.
Fall.
Memory.
Awake fall memory
Awake fall memory
Awakefallmemory
Awakefallmemoryawakefallmemoryawakefallmemory—
Awake
Fall
Memory.