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They crouched on the edge of their little wooden boat, silently admiring the water below. They always loved how utterly calm it was, except for the occasional ripples their boat or themselves caused. That shade of blue was always calming to them, feeling like it'd never grow old or weak. They always found it mesmerizing to stare for hours.
For days at a time.
Who knew (or cared) how long they stayed like that.
They wanted to reach down and run their fingers across the tranquil surface to disrupt that feeling, to feel the wet drops that would fall from their fingertips yet it only got their loose robe damp. They've never felt it before nor would they never know the feeling - it going right thru them.
It wasn't meant for them to do - to feel - within their being - their coding. (They knew it all - everything that was and wasn't - it was just part of who they were. They saw the beings - the child in monotone gray loved to watch the water while that skeleton with the large paint brush checked on the place every once in a while (the Man Who Speaks In Hands was always around so it made them a little less lonely) - that was outside of this world - of this Universe - that traveled here. That came and went as they pleased. They didn't know that they knew. No one seemed to.)
They only had to wait. Just wait and see.
It was what they were best at. There wasn't much else they could do. Others came to them, after all. They were placed there to help.
That was fact.
Yet they wanted to feel more - to feel what that warmth from the sun and the earthy feel of the ground from above was before the First of them was pushed down here and they look upon the responsibility the robe presented to them held. They would only wait upon this boat of theirs - the only constant thing from the beginning - made of the everlasting wood that would be used as their home - to be the transportation for the Monster of the Underground.
The First deemed it their job and so the Second continued it without hesitation. There had been a point of questioning of rather they should continue to be them but they were quickly subjugated and changed to another to continue on their existence. They had to continue on.
It was their job.
They called themselves River until the others knew them simply as the Riverperson. One word to define what they were. There had been other names - ones of all lengths and sounds from up above - until he or she became they - the Riverperson.
Their name. Their job. Their home. Their station. Their place in this Universe upon Universes.
They were just they.
That was it.
It continued on until where they were now - in a loop of SAVES and RESETS of the dance called GENOCIDE and PACIFIST - watching the water. Just like the other Riverpersons' from the other Universes.
The everlasting loop.
They waited once more. They wondered if this was the last loop. Maybe they could move on from here but then who would be the transportation the Monsters that never left needed? Even with the path - they were still deemed useful for those around them to still be in business.
"Tra la la. Whatever a predicament we've found ourselves in... Tra la la." It sings out in it's peaceful, soft voice - something jumbled in it sounding as if hundreds were speaking at the same time in harmony. The Riverperson wondered if another would be added to it.
How soon?
Did it matter?
Did they even care?
Who knew~.
They stood as they heard the patter of feet, the sound of snow being crunched under a shoe.
Would it be the Pure One or the Dark One?
They turn their head only slightly to the other side, to see the small Human child bouncing towards them, a smile dancing on their face. In their hand was a knife, dust staining the edges.
Ah. Red eyes.
The same color of their - both children - DETERMINATION.
The Riverperson stayed silent as the Human bounced up onto their boat, grin wicked as they toyed with their weapon. They were only spared because they were useful. They made no move to do anything - just as they did nothing all those other times. It was time to move on.
It had not mattered anyway. Everything would RESTART to the beginning in the end.
Tra la la~.