A/N: Wrote this real quick on Tumblr (you can find my url on my page) while listening to The Sword & The Pen by Regina Spektor and trying to write cute sad Meuloz fluff.
I don't know how this happened.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Especially not Homestuck.
You are all standing at the edge of a pit.
What if there isn't a happy ending?
What if Lord English wins?
The fire burns with desperation, tongues of flames reaching upward, curling plumes of smoke into the air, higher and higher, as far as the eye can strain into the unlit, intangible emptiness.
What if all the trolls and humans- alpha, doomed, created and re-created and manipulated and of their own volition and victimized and vindicated and villainous and very, very dead, all shared this same morbid fate, for nothing at all? No glory, no victory, no deliriously joy-drunken, tear-choked cheers of triumph?
Only silence, following the tremendous roar of an anger-consumed demon, fueled by an eternity of hatred and destruction.
You are all standing at the edge of a pit, a real and impossible place, far- not in physicality but in conception- from the waking and living world, at the manifestation of all your joint fears and hopes.
And one of you takes the plunge.
It is foolish, and brave, and impulsive, and damn near admirable in its courageous stupidity, and its warped intelligence, and its cruel selflessness.
The rest of you watch, knowing for a moment that whatever happens, has happened, and will happen, must be done. And although you all seemingly willingly entered this adventure together, it never was, even at the beginning, even now, up to any of you. It was a fate decided long before any of you existed, and the only decisions you would make, were how you would inevitably handle your shared situation. Almost none of you would have chosen to experience the trials and tribulations you all have suffered.
Almost none of you would take any of it back if given the chance.
You watch her fall. And wonder what makes a hero. And wonder if your story is guaranteed the success of the greater good. And wonder if letting time erase you in the minds of a new civilization who would never know their saviors was more noble or somehow egotistical. And wonder, perhaps not for the first time,
What was going to happen next.
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