Where Are The Sweeps Going?

by RoyalInBlue

Just a sort of Test more than anything else. I hadn't written in ages and I've never put anything on this site. This story takes place just after the game and extends many hundreds of Sweeps afterwards. Maybe. The trolls, all 12 of them, find themselves on a barren landscape, with nothing to do but wait for time to catch up, without the promise of dream bubbles after death.

11. Chapter 11

Three Hundred and Eighty-Four Sweeps.

I'm writing this now. Don't think you need to be introduced, there's only two of us left. After Equius died, Fef walked. I don't know where she was goin, but she walked away. I'm waitin for her to return. I think I'm gonna leave at least fifty sweeps in between these paragraphs. Make it a challenge. Give me a reason to keep track a time.

I made it. heck, I overstepped it. It's been over a Hundred fuckin Sweeps. I don't know how I'm keepin my sanity. Maybe it's somethin seadwellers can do. Accept the passing of friends. I don't know. Not sure if this is a blessin or a fuckin curse.

Overstepped again, but only by Twenty Sweeps. Me and fef ain't showin signs of aging. She came back. We just hugged, like we used to. But... it's different now. it's not that she's afraid of dyin, or her friends dyin. She's afraid a livin. So am I really.

This time... Fuck. I'm Six Hundred and Twelve fuckin Sweeps old. And I'm still not lookin that old and Fef looks younger. Me an her just decided to walk together. For so long we didn't. Leaving the bodies of our friends behind was the most painful thing I ever done. Even though... Even though most of em are already part of the planet I'm walkin on now. That thought scares me but it brings peace, too.

It's been Seven Hundred Sweeps. we've been walkin for so long it's a miracle we haven't gone full fuckin circle. Me an fef found water occasionally. We haven't even needed nourishment on this planet, which frankly shoulda tipped us off that we were in hell or some shit. Maybe we're just being punished based on the sins of our class. Makes sense. 'Specially why me an Fef gotta endure the longest torture.

Seven Hundred and Fifty Sweeps now. Lookin back, this is a pretty fuckin pathetic log of that time. it's been over Four hundred Sweeps since Equius died. I think his death marked the last part of the sharp pain. Now it's so much fuckin worse. I see Fef and yet... I look through her. She doesn't need to eat but she's the thinnest, palest, sorriest troll I ever seen. And it don't get better. I know when she looks at me because she doesn't see a friend anymore. I'm startin to grey. My time is catchin up to me and I can't be more fuckin thankful.

This is gonna be my last paragraph in this strange, undying novella a our tragedy. I'm Eight hundred and Five Sweeps old and I'm really dyin at last. I think when I realised I wept, but it was tears a fuckin joy. The only thing I had to regret was leavin Fef alone on this barren waste, but hopefully she joins me soon. Maybe there is somethin after the end for us. I don't think so. Thank fuckin god for that. I'm so tired a life now.