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I'm in a rush, so I'll make this quick. This might be inaccurate. I didn't get to get a good enough look at that world, considering the circumstances, but this is the best I can do, and I can't wait for November 7. We don't have that kind of time.
If I can get more accurate information, I'll come back and update this document. Right now, this will have to do.
I swear to god, if you're still using that stupid device, I'll come back and smack you over the head.
By the way, sorry if you don't like the swearing. Nothing I can do about that if you want me to keep this as accurate as possible.
Best regards,
- [RȨ̼̫̪̝̦̙̱̏̃͑̽̂͘͢͠͞ͅD̡̹̹̫̘̊̏̾̊̒͒̚͠ͅÂ̗͙̣͆͂̆̏͘͟ͅCŢ̷͇̱̱̍̔͒͋̑͡ͅE̞͓̣͓̾̏͒͛͑̊͟͝D̢̨̘̲͎̹̲̫͍̋̀̈́̅̆̃̀̇̈]
"So how are you gonna go about this?"
"What do you mean, 'How am I gonna go about this?'"
The two were seated beside each other, inside what would look like a small, cozy room to the layman's eyes. Grids of green overlapped the furniture, the walls, and the forest outside. The girl pushed her glasses up her nose and spread her legs on the floor they sat on, her feet swaying side to side. Beside her, the boy's face was blank, but his annoyance and confusion was clear in his voice. Petting the pig in his lap, he glanced at her from his peripheral.
"I already told you, didn't I?" He looked back down at the sleeping pig, whose image was flickering between a soft pink and harsh, cold 0s and 1s; yet, the animal was none the wiser. He slept peacefully, content with resting on his owner's lap. "I'm saving him," the owner said, bright eyes focused on his sleeping friend, "Hell, I'll save everyone."
The girl's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward, tilting her head to look straight at the boy, nevermind the fact that he wasn't looking at her. "Don't you remember what she told you?"
There wasn't any need to specify who the girl was talking about, they'd discussed her and her 'lecture' to Jesse before. "'That shit isn't for you to decide.'" The girl quoted.
"She was talking about me letting Reuben die," he said, not wasting any time in responding to the girl.
She frowned. "Doesn't that apply to you changing things, too?"
Without missing a beat, he dismissed her efforts and hope. "She wanted me to change things, remember?" Jesse finally looked away from the pig and faced the girl, staring directly into her green eyes, daring her to talk back to him. Unfortunately for his inflating ego, she didn't back down, even with doubt beginning to creep into her head.
"I'm just saying, some serious consequences could rise from your actions."
"Don't they always?"
She rolled her eyes, "I mean, like, universe-changing, Jesse. Not just your social circle or the people you're currently saving."
"Technically, I haven't saved anybody yet."
"You get what I mean, asshole."
He let himself chuckle at her expense, looking back down at his friend, who was still alive, still breathing, and not the pitiful ashes kept in an urn like he was told he will be.
"Yeah, of course I do."
Against all the girl's hopes she didn't expect herself to have, she was unconvinced. "And you're still gonna do it?"
"Of course I am."
She sighed and turned away, staring down at her sneakers. "Right."
The two of them were merely children. Very powerful and reckless children, driven by their own goals and uncaring of who gets hurt along the way, only flinching when it was somebody they themselves cared about. She was setting her house up for slaughter, and he was preparing to change the future.
They were naive. They weren't wise nor were they experienced in any manner, no matter how much was spoiled to the boy or how many doors the girl opened. None of what they heard or witnessed could possibly give them enough to make any sort of big decision properly.
Neither of them knew the full extent of what they were getting into; or, in the girl's case, she wasn't willing to find out.
All because she was scared; and she didn't know that she could get scared - it's been a long while since the last time, anyway - but she was. It should have been expected, now that she thought about it, when she'd only just met this boy weeks prior.
She knew who he was, she'd painted his face, but she hadn't actually met him.
Now she has.
Sighing, the girl broke the silence, admitting defeat. "Well," she got up and brushed nonexistent dust from her shorts, "I bid you good luck on that, then, friend."
"Thank you." He said curtly. No other word, no other thought.
She stared down at him, hands on her hips, seeing him off just before all hell broke loose. He didn't move nor deviate from his actions.
"See you on the flipside?"
"Yeah."
Nodding, the girl turned away and vanished in sparks of green, the same shade as the grid-lines overlapping their environment. The boy closed his eyes and took in a breath, letting himself a moment of calm, a moment to get everything together. The pig was still sound asleep, his ears twitching and small body shifting on his owner's lap as he softly pet his head.
He had more than enough time to think about this.
The girl was right. He had the opportunity to change everything and save himself the grief, the grief that he didn't need to feel again after the first time. His friend had so much to do and would've loved to continue playing and hanging out as much as he could, and Jesse knew this.
As selfish as it would have been to let him die and give his friend his twisted definition of "mercy," saving him and breaking from the script he was programmed to follow is just as selfish, if not more.
Give and take.
Action, reaction.
It all ended the same way, anyway.
Yeah, consequences can go to hell for all he cared. He'll let his friend be happy. He'll let everyone else be happy, while he's at it. It's the least he could do for being a jerk.
His eyes flickered as they shot open, and he nodded to himself. Jesse finally moved from his position, and the green and black reverted back to the natural textures of the mass they covered. Reuben's eyes slowly opened as his owner leaned back in the beanbag, observing the setting sun from under half-lidded eyes. The pig blearily looked between the brunette and the window before climbing onto his owner's chest and making himself comfortable.
This was it. The last day before everything went to hell.
Jesse smiled, relaxed and content; a nice, relieving feeling he didn't know he could ever feel, and he let his eyes close.
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