You know there's nothing you can change. Nothing you should change. Nothing you will change. Not without reason.. Not without things going off track first. Although, haven't they gone off track already? With how things have gone, with what… you can't think about them right now. Not after they've done. You can't really blame Taylor for what she did, for choosing to help their friend. How would they have known, really? They can't see the future, not like you can…
They don't know, can't possibly know…
[Sorites]:
[Sorites]: I bought some of these to decorate my neighbor's window~ They were watching Paranormal last night at three am. :)
[Observer]: Huh?
[Schrodinger]: I love it! It's so vibrant~ I'm sure your neighbors will be so energized and full of life when they see it on their windows.
[Abilene]: My thoughts exactly! The bright red means vitality, determination and willpower, which is exactly what your neighbors need after a late night of horror movies.
[Schrodinger]: I love color theory.
[Zeno]: There's a joke I'm missing here… I know red can mean whatever you want it to mean, but still… those look like bloody handprints. Do you want to give your neighbors a heart attack?
[Schrodinger]:
[Abilene]: See! The color red has so many more good meanings than bad ones~ I'd advise looking up what color theory is, Zeno. I think it would help you so much. It certainly helped Schrodinger and Sorites~
[Observer]: Color theory doesn't exist in a vacuum, you know.
[Bhartahari]:
[Sorites]: Me, an intellectual after giving my neighbors a heart attack; Well you see, it's basic color theory…
[Value]: ?
[Schrodinger]: Memes, green bean, memes.
[Value]:
[Abilene]: GASP
[Sorites]: The broccoli has come to the dark side! We didn't even have to offer cookies!
[Observer]: I for one, am shocked and affronted at this outcome. Shocked, I tell you.
[Value]: qwq
[Schrodinger]: Observer finally ate a snickers bar, thank fucc.
[Value]: But they're shocked?
[Schrodinger]: It's a joke, green bean. We're all just surprised you memed back at us for once.
[Value]: Oh.
[Abilene]: Yeah, thank fik that Observer… actually I don't think that it's ever going to come out at this point, but- at least things are back to normal.
[Sorites]: Da fuq is normal here?
They couldn't have known… You aren't sure what has gone by, but for some reason it feels like… things will get better. Taylor and Hisashi both know what they're doing, you can trust them… with what little trust there still is. Everything's fine, you know, absolutely fine… completely within calculations. It's still there, of course, but it's locked within the back of your mind.
Standing up, you feel a slight groan from your knees… you really need to stop going up and down so many stairs. Sure, it's exercise, but your knees aren't having fun, even if you can claim you never skip leg day. There's a slight urge to just… look, but it quickly goes away. Not today, satan, not today…
[Schrodinger]: Tbh this exchange program could be worse.
[Sorites]: How? My meme buddy isn't here with me to give my neighbors heart attacks with me qwq. /3
[Schrodinger]: Mean, the rest of the kids here aren't bad, but holy hell is this place shit. Not like, the school, but yanno…
[Abilene]: It's just the place. Yeah I feel that… smh my teacher gives me so much homework I hate it here.
[Schrodinger]: Mood.
[Sorites]: Mood.
[Value]: Mood?
[Sorites]: You're a babie broccoli - enjoy it while you last… there's so much paperwork now qwq
[Bharthari]: It only gets worse over time.
[Zeno]: Yeah I ain't looking forward to it. I can barely get through my homework now. Thinking about paperwork… ew.
[Observer]: UwU
[Zeno]: Of course observer is the only one that likes paperwork.
[Observer]: Look I might get shit for not offically having an ability, but that doesn't mean I don't use and abuse it.
[Schrodinger]: Is it too late for me to exchange my ability to get the paperwork-filling one?
[Bharthari]: If only...
You chuckle at their antics… it's nice, just being here, just existing. It's good, it's fine…
The world is on fire.
Everything is fine.
It's not.
It has to be.
The contradiction isn't lost on you, not when you're sleeping. You can't run away from the visions when you dream, can't run away from the bits and pieces of the future that promise death and destruction, a train running off it's rails. The rails have been gone for a while now, and you only realize that now. They've been long gone…
You never remember the dreams, your vision, your Denial in the morning. Such is the nature of dreams, and honestly it might be kinder that way. Saved of memories of a world on fire, saved from the future past, of massive hulking monsters and the explosions of a sea on fire. Saved from… well, you won't remember anyways, so what is the point?
There rarely is a point anymore… it's not like your sight does anything. It's not like the future can exist in the vacuum, and at this point? When all you can see is death and destruction... well, can it get any worse?
Things can always get worse.
Although, it's fine. Everything is normal, and you know that it's better to just… hold up the status quo, and cherish these moments where everyone is smiling, where everyone is happy and laughing… they won't last very long. For now, they're happy, you're happy, everyone is happy together, in this pseudo-family mess of a group of people. Everything is fine.
It won't always be.