witheredblum | sinking down, down

Death is a drop into a blackness that swallows you. You feel the movement of not air but shadow across your face as you plummet, and there is no bottom. No crash.

If there is another side, you do not reach it.

It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.

You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.

Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.

Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?

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Ugh. If that's not an option and the worst happens- fine, maybe we can at least buy THEM a few seconds.

[That "we" sounds a bit like an "I", somehow.]

Edited 2025-05-17 22:08 (UTC)

[That seems like a bit of an abrupt conclusion, but also sort of inevitable. Hawke would be upset, is the thing.]

[But Hawke is already upset.]

So . . . try to fight. Either she kicks us out anyway, or we succeed and "survive," or we succeed and die.

This is all basically borrowed time. And there's still people actually alive I give a shit about.

[Also apparently the other option is Rinne actively tormenting her for eternity or something, might as well try something useful before going to Hell.]

. . . All right. I'm in.

[It's a stupid plan. It's barely a plan. But Vanity's right. They have to try.]

[Look the last time she actually tried planning it ended up with a bunch of wasted acid and a corpse getting set on fire, maybe being dumb will work out better.]

I'll go left, you go right.

[She is taking off her ghost jacket and ghost folding it before setting it on a desk.]

[ghost desk— wait no real desk]

[she hesitates for exactly long enough to give hatsune a completely ineffective hug before stancing the fuck up.]

sinking down, down

2/2 cw: implied suicidal ideation

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