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[pheromonecoffee]

Let's set the scene here.

Bridge. Late night. Green full moon.

Six year old alone in the backseat of a car. Front seat? Two coffins.

Giant explosion. Car destroyed. Boy not destroyed. Coffins in car probably destroyed. 90% chance of coffin destruction.

Giant monster. Robot teenage girl fighting monster. Robot girl losing.

Robot girl stuffs giant monster into six year old. How? Fuck if I know.

Moon stops being green. Bridge is on fire. Car is on fire. Six year old is not on fire.

[Video flashes on. Matt's hanging around LCU's campus. It's pretty dead since it's only summer sessions and he's not by the library or anything. He'd come to pick something up, and... Well, the walk here had been eventful. He should drive more, as attested to the scrape on his cheek. He's a lucky kid.

That aside, he looks... not very amused.]

So if we're playing the crazy echoes game anymore, I think I'm winning. [He laughs a little, covering his face with his hand in sheer exhaustion.] Coffins in a car? You know what the craziest shit about this is?

I seriously think I just watched Minato's parents die. That's... that's some fucked up kind of thing to show a guy. And that... thing. That monster.

[And Matt completely freezes. And then he laughs. And it's not a good laugh--it's a kind of crazy, kind of broken laugh.]

No wonder he had to die. That thing inside of him... [And then his laughter just completely stops and he drops the phone he's recording on. That thing. That thing looks so similar to Thanatos. And Thanatos... Thanatos is Phillip. His friend. He curls himself up where he sits, resting his head on his knees and the video just shows the summer sky.]

Let's just pretend. This never happened.

Comments

[pheromonecoffee]

I just want to sleep.

Maybe forever.

[saviorsoul]

I don't think that's a good idea right now...

[pheromonecoffee]

I'll catch the next bus home.

[saviorsoul]

Do you have anyone who'll be there?

[pheromonecoffee]

omg i'm fine. it was just an echo.

[saviorsoul]

I know that. I meant... distraction sometimes helps with the bad ones.

[pheromonecoffee]

I have games at home. They've worked so far. Games and sleep.

[saviorsoul]

Games?

[pheromonecoffee]

Video games. Very distracting.

[saviorsoul]

Oh yeah, I guess those would work... I usually go for sports.

[pheromonecoffee]

No fencing partner, and no team.

[saviorsoul]

you fence

[pheromonecoffee]

A little. I did a lot of stuff at home.

[saviorsoul]

I uh, I know how to sword-fight. That's like fencing, right?

[pheromonecoffee]

Different styles for different swords. I can only use a foil. At best, a rapier.

[saviorsoul]

Does that mean the two styles'll clash?

[pheromonecoffee]

Depends on your style.

[saviorsoul]

I don't really know how to describe it. I don't think the other me had any trainin'. It's just instinct.

[pheromonecoffee]

What kind of sword?

[saviorsoul]

It's kinda big. It has a weird shape to it too. Like some sorta eight prongs on the side.

[pheromonecoffee]

I don't think my poor foil would stand a chance.

[saviorsoul]

Maybe I could borrow something smaller...

[pheromonecoffee]

If you want. I'm still going home and going to sleep.

[saviorsoul]

Well, maybe later...

[pheromonecoffee]

There's a small club at the university I'm looking into.