MSPA Fanfiction III

[SkaianRedeemer]

@frolic: Don't you have about ~3333 words to attend to? :P But I also prefer it when relationships are imperfect so am glad to see this fic!

@Wigmund: The puppy!Jack arts were some of my favourite of the past two weeks! So cute.

[Wigmund]

@Wigmund: The puppy!Jack arts were some of my favourite of the past two weeks! So cute.

Pity his ending in my short isn't that cute.

Unless Clubs Deuce makes a little hat for Nepeta. That would be really damn cute.

[SkaianRedeemer]

Heh, true.

[-Benedict]

Oh, man, I never considered Cairo Overcoat=Lord English before. That is basically the best thing ever, and it using Nepeta is adorable.

Also, I think I'm ready to start with the bulk of This Is A Rather Disturbing Interlude, since I just got into character as Equius after these pesterlogs. I'm just so happy that this happened.

[KarneWarrior]

Nepeta is not Lord English, silly!

Nepeta is far, far worse.

[Summergale]

GAME OVER

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"B... Bro?"

The words come out in a strange, slick rasp - a sore and bloody throat will do that. Davesprite struggles to sit up, arms trembling. He's wounded, dying, and there's nothing he can do. He calls out again and the world quivers. Or maybe it's just him, maybe it's the blood loss talking. His wings are broken. He isn't going anywhere. If he wants to get around he'll have to drag himself. So he does. His fingers curl into the ground, and he carefully starts to pull his battered, bleeding body along. There's rubble everywhere that pokes him in the side, but he ignores the pain.

Then his hand touches something wet that isn't his own blood or torn out feathers. He looks down and feels an icy cold where his heart should be.
It's red. It's red and warm and there is only one person here with red blood now.
"Bro!" he caws, looking up to see a figure in a shirt that was probably white at some point. It's not now. He feels tears beginning to flow from under his glasses as he tries valiently to struggle over to his brother. Father. Whatever. They're related and they're close, that's all that matters.

By the time he finally drags himself over, Bro is already gone. Not suprising given the sword lodged in his chest - shoved with enough force to go through his ribcage, by the looks of it - but it's still a complete gut punch. "Bro..." he sobs. The man who raised him and cared for him for thirteen years is dead. Gone. "Wh... What'm I gonna do now?" he asks nobody in particular. Bro's eyes are closed, and his cap is close enough that Davesprite can pick it up and carefully place it back on his head. Where it belongs. He covers it in both his own blood and Bro's in the process, but it's back on his head and everything will be right with the world.

He's slipping away. So many questions he'd wanted to ask and had never gotten answers to. The game was deleting him, byte by byte. He'd remove the sword from Bro's chest but he's so weak now that it's taking a titanic effort simply to remain concious. He leans down and tries to hug Bro as best as he can. Neither of them were the hugging sort - the best he could manage was getting an 'ironic' hug from Bro on his birthday, but... there's no room for irony here. Not when death is involved. Not when Bro bled to death trying to protect Dave and his friends.

He can feel his own heartbeat, fluttering in his chest but beginning to slow. The pain of broken wings and a broken heart begin to fade, and dully Davesprite realises he's about to fade. A minute more, at best. Then it's game over in the most literal sense. He's got time for one more pester, it he's lucky.

ENDING ONE

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turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at ???
TG: sup
TG: bro's
TG: bro's dead
TG: ...what
TG: he's dead and i'm going too
TG: noir's probably gonna head to our land next
TG: you gotta be ready for hi

ERROR: Chumhandle 'turntechGodhead' does not exist.

TG: dave?
TG: bro?
TG: oh god

ENDING TWO

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turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at ???
EB: dave?
EB: how come you're pestering me?
TG: because i'm dying and bro's already dead
TG: i need to tell you a few things
EB: what?? what do you want to tell me??
TG: like the fact that i missed you and jade so much it hurt
TG: like the fact that when i came back i knew i would die at some point
TG: but it's worth it
TG: because i got to see you and jade again
TG: and jade's safe in the medium
EB: dave...
TG: that's really all there is to say on the

ERROR: Chumhandle 'turntechGodhead' does not exist.

EB: dave!

[BPrinny]

Well, now I'm gonna go cry.

[Crimson Lunar]

Well, now I'm gonna go cry.

Mind if I join you?

[Lexxy]

Well, now I'm gonna go cry.

Mind if I join you?

Me three ;____;

[Summergale]

Well, now I'm gonna go cry.

Mind if I join you?

Me three ;____;

Okay, when I make Lexxy cry then I know it's sad. That's like making a puppy cry, it's horrible. Lucky(?) for you I got an alternate version! Probably sadder but oh well. Inspired by this piece of art over in the fanart thread, and the caption that goes with it.

GAME OVER (Alternate Version)

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"B... Bro?"

The words come out in a strange, slick rasp - a sore and bloody throat will do that. Davesprite struggles to sit up, arms trembling. He's wounded, dying, and there's nothing he can do. He calls out again and the world quivers. Or maybe it's just him, maybe it's the blood loss talking. His wings are broken. He isn't going anywhere. If he wants to get around he'll have to drag himself. So he does. His fingers curl into the ground, and he carefully starts to pull his battered, bleeding body along. There's rubble everywhere that pokes him in the side, but he ignores the pain.

Then his hand touches something wet that isn't his own blood or torn out feathers. He looks down and feels an icy cold where his heart should be.
It's red. It's red and warm and there is only one person here with red blood now.
"Bro!" he caws, looking up to see a figure in a shirt that was probably white at some point. It's not now. He feels tears beginning to flow from under his glasses as he tries valiently to struggle over to his brother. Father. Whatever. They're related and they're close, that's all that matters.

He's about ready to pass out when he reaches Bro, dragging himself on his stomach. By some miracle Bro is still breathing, but only just. He's dying just as quickly as Davesprite is. He rolls his head to one side and smiles, ever so slightly.
"Hey. Go... Go warn Dave, kay?" he says, coughing ever so slightly. He sounds weary, all traces of irony having vanished. But then Davesprite simply wiggles his wings and Bro gives a bubbling sigh. "Guess ya can't."

Instead he merely reaches out, and Davesprite feels a strange compulsion. He places his hand in Bro's, eliciting another smile from him.
"Thanks," he mumbles. "Thanks f'r lettin' me see Dave again... Even if you ain't my Dave." Davesprite doesn't have it in him to retort. He knows what Bro means. There's a look in his eyes that tells him that. It's odd, Davesprite thinks. Never seen his eyes before.

They lie there like that until the two of them fade. Davesprite goes first, flickering out of existence with barely a whimper. The pendant around his neck sparks a few times before giving off a faint curl of smoke. Bro reaches out and clutches the pendant in some weak, misguided attempt to bring him back, and then the blood loss is finally too much. His eyes flutter shut and the hand clutching the pendant goes limp, the pendant itself rolling out of his hand to give a clatter that nobody is around to hear.

[BPrinny]

AAAAAAAAAAAAUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH ;A;

[catharticCarnifex]

Bro...

[Kadaashi]

auuurghh
;__;

[Katrika]

Hello, friends! Have the fruits of my insomnia! The EXTREMELY SAD fruits of my insomnia.

Bro

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Bro wheezed. He had been so close, but everything had spiraled out of control, and now…it hurt. GOD, it hurt. Except when it didn’t hurt, and that was somehow more worrying, because it really, really should have hurt. Dave. He needed to help Dave. He couldn’t die now because he needed to help Dave. He laughed weakly at this logic, relieved, and blood burbled out from his lips, staining an orange feather.

Jack Noir watched impassively as Bro went into a rasping, hacking coughing fit, spraying little droplets of blood everywhere. He couldn’t believe he’d ever considered this weak, pathetic human a match for himself. It had been so easy to kill him.

Bro struggled through the lack-of-pain. There was something….there was something he had to do. There was something he had to do. He had to say something. He had to…

The human shuddered and tried to speak. He managed to hiss out a single word, “Dave”, before going unnaturally still. Jack reached down and grabbed his shades, wiping off the blood before slipping it on with a weird, half-grim smile. There was a new Jack in town, and nobody could stop him. He grabbed the puppet and took off to the air.

The last thing Bro saw was an orange feather drifting to the red, red ground.

[Bufu]

arghh summergale my heart ;n;

so much sad in the art forums today oh god

[Villainsocks]

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"B... Bro?"

The words come out in a strange, slick rasp - a sore and bloody throat will do that. Davesprite struggles to sit up, arms trembling. He's wounded, dying, and there's nothing he can do. He calls out again and the world quivers. Or maybe it's just him, maybe it's the blood loss talking. His wings are broken. He isn't going anywhere. If he wants to get around he'll have to drag himself. So he does. His fingers curl into the ground, and he carefully starts to pull his battered, bleeding body along. There's rubble everywhere that pokes him in the side, but he ignores the pain.

Then his hand touches something wet that isn't his own blood or torn out feathers. He looks down and feels an icy cold where his heart should be.
It's red. It's red and warm and there is only one person here with red blood now.
"Bro!" he caws, looking up to see a figure in a shirt that was probably white at some point. It's not now. He feels tears beginning to flow from under his glasses as he tries valiently to struggle over to his brother. Father. Whatever. They're related and they're close, that's all that matters.

By the time he finally drags himself over, Bro is already gone. Not suprising given the sword lodged in his chest - shoved with enough force to go through his ribcage, by the looks of it - but it's still a complete gut punch. "Bro..." he sobs. The man who raised him and cared for him for thirteen years is dead. Gone. "Wh... What'm I gonna do now?" he asks nobody in particular. Bro's eyes are closed, and his cap is close enough that Davesprite can pick it up and carefully place it back on his head. Where it belongs. He covers it in both his own blood and Bro's in the process, but it's back on his head and everything will be right with the world.

He's slipping away. So many questions he'd wanted to ask and had never gotten answers to. The game was deleting him, byte by byte. He'd remove the sword from Bro's chest but he's so weak now that it's taking a titanic effort simply to remain concious. He leans down and tries to hug Bro as best as he can. Neither of them were the hugging sort - the best he could manage was getting an 'ironic' hug from Bro on his birthday, but... there's no room for irony here. Not when death is involved. Not when Bro bled to death trying to protect Dave and his friends.

He can feel his own heartbeat, fluttering in his chest but beginning to slow. The pain of broken wings and a broken heart begin to fade, and dully Davesprite realises he's about to fade. A minute more, at best. Then it's game over in the most literal sense. He's got time for one more pester, it he's lucky.

ENDING ONE

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turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at ???
TG: sup
TG: bro's
TG: bro's dead
TG: ...what
TG: he's dead and i'm going too
TG: noir's probably gonna head to our land next
TG: you gotta be ready for hi

ERROR: Chumhandle 'turntechGodhead' does not exist.

TG: dave?
TG: bro?
TG: oh god

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turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at ???
EB: dave?
EB: how come you're pestering me?
TG: because i'm dying and bro's already dead
TG: i need to tell you a few things
EB: what?? what do you want to tell me??
TG: like the fact that i missed you and jade so much it hurt
TG: like the fact that when i came back i knew i would die at some point
TG: but it's worth it
TG: because i got to see you and jade again
TG: and jade's safe in the medium
EB: dave...
TG: that's really all there is to say on the

ERROR: Chumhandle 'turntechGodhead' does not exist.

EB: dave!

Okay, when I make Lexxy cry then I know it's sad. That's like making a puppy cry, it's horrible. Lucky(?) for you I got an alternate version! Probably sadder but oh well. Inspired by this piece of art over in the fanart thread, and the caption that goes with it.

GAME OVER (Alternate Version)

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"B... Bro?"

The words come out in a strange, slick rasp - a sore and bloody throat will do that. Davesprite struggles to sit up, arms trembling. He's wounded, dying, and there's nothing he can do. He calls out again and the world quivers. Or maybe it's just him, maybe it's the blood loss talking. His wings are broken. He isn't going anywhere. If he wants to get around he'll have to drag himself. So he does. His fingers curl into the ground, and he carefully starts to pull his battered, bleeding body along. There's rubble everywhere that pokes him in the side, but he ignores the pain.

Then his hand touches something wet that isn't his own blood or torn out feathers. He looks down and feels an icy cold where his heart should be.
It's red. It's red and warm and there is only one person here with red blood now.
"Bro!" he caws, looking up to see a figure in a shirt that was probably white at some point. It's not now. He feels tears beginning to flow from under his glasses as he tries valiently to struggle over to his brother. Father. Whatever. They're related and they're close, that's all that matters.

He's about ready to pass out when he reaches Bro, dragging himself on his stomach. By some miracle Bro is still breathing, but only just. He's dying just as quickly as Davesprite is. He rolls his head to one side and smiles, ever so slightly.
"Hey. Go... Go warn Dave, kay?" he says, coughing ever so slightly. He sounds weary, all traces of irony having vanished. But then Davesprite simply wiggles his wings and Bro gives a bubbling sigh. "Guess ya can't."

Instead he merely reaches out, and Davesprite feels a strange compulsion. He places his hand in Bro's, eliciting another smile from him.
"Thanks," he mumbles. "Thanks f'r lettin' me see Dave again... Even if you ain't my Dave." Davesprite doesn't have it in him to retort. He knows what Bro means. There's a look in his eyes that tells him that. It's odd, Davesprite thinks. Never seen his eyes before.

They lie there like that until the two of them fade. Davesprite goes first, flickering out of existence with barely a whimper. The pendant around his neck sparks a few times before giving off a faint curl of smoke. Bro reaches out and clutches the pendant in some weak, misguided attempt to bring him back, and then the blood loss is finally too much. His eyes flutter shut and the hand clutching the pendant goes limp, the pendant itself rolling out of his hand to give a clatter that nobody is around to hear.

;___; OW MY HEART.
brb crying forever.

[Katrika]

Oh man!

My sadfic was BEATEN FOREVER.

Ow ow ow my heart.

Er, because of the sad in that fic, not because of jealousy.

[crash826]

I am going to go cry in a corner now
see you guys later

[PaulPower]

Didn't PaulPower make a fic that involved Bec being prototyped? shit be foretold.

To be fair, I was just riffing off of what IDE/Theory was thinking about the time.

Now if Dream Jade's corpse is the second prototyping (which seems likely now that Grandpa Harley's corpse has been dumped into space), and that Jade becomes DreamJadeBecSprite when she falls asleep, then we're into "shit being foretold" territory.

[turon]

I have to log in and comment.
This page.
*heart breaks*

[Beep]

I. AM. CRYING.

[Summergale]

Huzzah for making every single person in the art forum cry.

Okay, I promise I'll try and work on something happier!

[Sushi Database]

ERROR: Chumhandle 'turntechGodhead' does not exist.

[Metaflare]

brb crying forever

[Ember]

Summergale.

Haven't cried over this yet (saw it coming from too far away), but this?

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"Thanks f'r lettin' me see Dave again... Even if you ain't my Dave."

Almost got me. So close. Choked up now.