Prompt: Stranger.
Character(s): John Egbert/Vriska Serket.
"So . . . you don't remember me at all?"
You feel the snowflakes pile on your eyelashes, try to see through them, to see John's face. His bright blue eyes search your expression. Fortunately, you're good at concealing your emotions; to him, you sound nothing more than curious and look only mildly interested. Inside, you are tearing in half.
You don't need to hear him say no. You know it's coming. You know he doesn't remember, and you're nothing more than an internet troll to him. Someone who inconvenienced him for a few minutes and he forgot about soon after.
He doesn't recall everything you did for him, his ascension to the God Tier. In this timeline he died before you interfered.
You want to tell him. There's so much you shared together, like Nic Cage and Con Air. You said things to him that you would never dream of saying to anyone else. And now none of that matters to him.
"Oh. Man, that sucks!" you laugh. He smiles when you do. He mistakes your smile for one that's carefree, when it's one of heartbreak. But again, you're trained to keep up a front. He doesn't realize.
"Yeah." He notices your bare arms and takes off his jacket, handing it to you. "Here. Wouldn't want you to freeze to death!"
He laughs at the joke — you're both dead, trapped in a dream bubble. You accept the fluffy jacket and put it on, instantly warming up. He doesn't seem to mind the cold, and if he does, he doesn't show it.
"So I'm really sorry I'm not the John you're looking for," he says in a robotic accent. It's a Star Wars joke. You can't help but laugh. "But maybe I can show you around Earth? I think it's kind of nice, anyway."
"Sure, John."
You follow him onto the street, and it hurts, but you can't stop smiling.
