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They give him presents
Too many to remember
And too many to count
He has a cake as well
Second tells him he’ll smear its frosting on his nose
Dark did that once, too
Haha, very funny.
Chosen finds he can’t really feel anything inside today
Yes, it’s his birthday
But the only reason for his existence
For so long
Was to be a slave for another’s entertainment.
And even after that,
What purpose did he really have in his life?
Destroy, burn?
What kind of purpose was that?
And what now?
For a brief fleeting moment
He even wishes he were Dark -
Dark already had a mission -
Something he needed to accomplish -
And even if that were destroy the Chosen One
At least it was something.
God, he wants Dark back.
He wants Dark to smear cake frosting on his face again
To comfort him with his hums again
To fly with him again
To cosplay as a cat with him as a spider again
To talk with him again
To lay down with him again
To look at the stars and the clouds with him again.
Yes, this week was happier than most
Because Dark was there
In Second, Blue, Red, Yellow, Green
A piece of him is there
But is a piece of him really enough to be him?
…
Chosen doesn’t think so.
…
They sing him happy birthday
Then tell him to make a wish
As he blows out the candles
Snuffing them and leaving nothing but entrails of gray smoke…
(It’s really obvious what he wished for.)
And as Chosen wakes up the next morning
He thinks he sees a silhouette against the WiFi portal
A red silhouette.
He doesn’t care if it’s real.
He doesn’t care if he’s real.
But all he can think at that one moment
Forever in time
Is “my wish must have come true.”