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Song used: • Dead Hearts - Stars (c...
A cover of Dead Hearts by Stars (the og was copyrighted you know how it is 😭)
Did this out of impulse + to test out how to premiere videos on youtube !! I hope I caught you offguard with the angst 👁👁 Vines part 3 is still coming though so dont worry 👍
For anyone wondering what's happening in the video; no this is not an official AU or anything,, just a brain fart i needed to flesh out (haha "flesh out") Bet I'll write an entire fanfic in the vid description;; watch me.
The loop is weakened and Mono's memories remain intact as he vaults through the overly familiar TV screen once again. He doesn't tumble into the hard pavement of pale city, slick with rainwater and dust, but into the scratchy grass and weeds of the Wilderness. And he remembers. He remembers everything. He remembers the tower, its sickly purple glow, the feeling of wind fluttering against his coat as he ran the span of the crumbling bridge with the portal in his sights, he remembers the Flesh chasing after him, getting ever closer, and the nauseating drop on either side of the narrow pathway, disintegrating with every frantic step he took. but most of all, there was one thing he remembered the most.
Her.
He remembered how she held on one moment but not the next.
Then the sight of the yellow raincoat was replaced with a single, mundane looking chair. Like many others he'd seen in the city whilst still in hot pursuit of the adult who ripped away the only color he'd ever had in his life. And he remembered sitting on it for an indefinite amount of time. At one point he awoke from a dreamless sleep, sitting up, with a weight on his head. And he knew exactly what it was. There was no need to reach up with his now slender, unnaturally long fingers to feel the fabric of the hat to know that the cycle had repeated again, despite his best efforts to remember, to stop it, to spare his younger iteration the suffering he was destined to endure. But this has gone on for so long now. How much longer? How much longer would he tumble out of that TV, his memories wiped and his previous iteration failing to warn himself? Mono's last memory was that of being on his knees, kneeling but still much taller than his younger self, his head bowed in defeat, and the rain pelting on the bill of his hat. He'd managed to cry a single tear in frustration as his vision all but faded to black and the thin man disintegrated.
Away, deep in the heart of the wilderness, a boy tumbled out of an old, deserted tube television, plugged into nothing but still somehow managing a signal. And for the first time the boy remembered. The hat replaced by a crinkled paperbag mask, the feeling of rain replaced by a dry breeze, and? If there was one thing he did miss it would probably be the shoes. But he remembered.
As he broke through the basement door with the hunter's axe, still readjusting to his small size, he saw her. Mono stood at the frame of the broken door, still brandishing his axe but not stepping inside, something about being in a room that small still choking him. Or maybe it was the thought of willingly sharing a space with the very person who put him into that chair. Six said nothing. She never did really say anything, so that wasn't new. But she stood cautiously, unwavering under the gaze of the two eyeholes cut into his paper bag, not dashing past him this time. Was it because he was blocking the exit or did she retain her memories too? Mono held her gaze a moment longer and felt something hot and wet rolling down his cheek. Furiously he blinked back the tears. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of watching him cry, not even behind the paper bag.
IT'S TOO LONG FOR THE DESCRIPTION I CANT-
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