I forgot my own format. Good job, me.

NOTE: renamed from Snow to Memory because I didn't want to post individual oneshots. Can't post new fics on mobile at all and it's just totally bullshit. And formatting and italicing and all that shit has become impossible as fuck for no reason and FFN is just the shittiest shit of all time.

Also this cover is total shit. I'm making a new one soon.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Red vs Blue. I want to; then Alpha-Church would be alive. And also all the AI. They were fun.

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oneshot 2.0

surprise! depression!

Carolina dropped her head on the sad pillow, coarse linen half on half off, Epsilon dead silent in her mind as he worked with the memory AI on a plan to beat the Chairman. The room was noisy yet quiet, an almost tangible silent roar filling the static of her empty thoughts and the darkness-induced blindness in her eyes. A vague whisper of a whim about wanting to see her hands went unheard as she lay in the night, willing sleep to come and take her on a trip down memory lane.

Her eyelids drifted shut as her mind went black.

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The sun was bright, glaring in the big blue bowl of a sky, the happy shrieks of children bouncing around in the background. It was a clear day in a grassy park with big old trees and it seemed like a thousand children were here and there and everywhere, on the swings, on the slides, tapping her shoulder and asking with glee if she would like to play Tree Tag. Yes, yes she would, and off she went to the circle grove with the oaks and the squirrels, waiting waiting waiting waiting for the first boy, the one with the fluffy brown hair, to come and decide who was It. There was a small voice behind her. "U-um, hi..," it whispered as she snapped around to see another boy with bleach blonde hair. "I-I'm David.. what's your name?" His voice got smaller and smaller until she only just caught the last words.

"I'm Carolina. Hello, David," she said, sticking as hard as she could to the rules of introductions that her father told her. She held out her hand, waiting expectantly. David stared, unsure and slightly confused as to what she was trying to do. She impatiently grabbed his hand and shook it hard, jerking his arm up and down. When she let him go, he clutched his arm, clearly unhappy and in mild pain.

"Meanie." He pouted, and trudged off, quitting the game before it began. He headed to a tall, bulky boy and abruptly disappeared from sight as her head turned. The tag boy was there, babbling about the trees and tag and everything as she stood there, world cutting into darkness as her mind faded out.

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Carolina snapped awake, sleep fraying the edges of her thoughts as it dissipated, leaving faint memories of a park and a boy with brown hair. Epsilon spoke in a low hum, the topic of his conversation seeping into her conscious. It was idle chatter about the trajectories of bullets. She swept it away, Epsilon buried so deep that he didn't even notice her swinging her legs over the side and rubbing her face, didn't notice her leave the small room. She trudged out into the gritty, dim corridor, half blind and getting cold as the warmth of sleep and her bed bled out into the frigid air.

Shivering lightly as she stumbled into the bathroom and to the nearest sink, she turned a faucet on and let the freezing water run through her fingers. Her mind was running at thousand miles a hour, remembering York and his jokes and the sadness she could see in him when he tossed her the lighter. When she would try and make a joke too and no matter how terrible it was he would laugh, when they watched sad movies together and he would hug her and let her cry, when right before a mission he would ask her to kiss him for luck...

Tears ran down her face, dripping into the basin or soaking the top half of her shirt. She slouched over the trickling sink, knees bent and hair in her eyes. She looked like an absolute wreck, and that's when poor unsuspecting Kimball walked in. The loud, creaking door made Carolina whip her head around instantly and she stared. "Uhhh.." Carolina's glare intensified and Kimball raised her arms up in surrender and started to back up. "I-I'll just be going now..," she whispered, and fled. The door creaked shut just as loudly as it opened, and Carolina was alone once more.

Carolina washed her red, damp face with the still icy water. She grabbed a towel and rubbed her face hard, tossing it into the bin once she was done. "I swear to god, why do people always walk in at the worst times.." She stood up and shoved the squeaky door open and almost stomped back to her room. She flung open that door too and flopped on her bed like a prissy teenage girl, kicking the door closed behind her. "I hate people."

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NOTE: short as fuck, right? And ended terribly too. And also was just terrible in general. At least I'm getting something done, though. Wheeeeeee.

Is it clear that Yorklina is my OTP yet?

THIS WASN'T MEANT TO BE SAD aaa how did it even get there help me

No idea how a barracks is laid out or how they work, so sorry if it's incorrect. Please correct me. Or maybe the Feds used abandoned houses and shit.

I'm not really sure how any of this random shit I'm writing connects to anything.

I'm going to pretend they all knew each other before the project. Tex included, although I doubt they would ever know about that. Is this a headcanon..?

I HATE THAT LAST THING WITH HER CRYING AND IT IS JUST SO BAD BUT I WANTED TO PUT SOMETHING UP SO HERE I'm sorry

also sorry person who I told that I wouldn't write on this anymore I was wrong

EDIT: 11-23-14: I want to bang my face against the keyboard. Too bad I'm on my phone.