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She’d never thought oblivion would be so… gentle.
Vriska lay there, floating momentarily in the opening of the black hole she’d helped create, seemingly suspended in space and time, gazing up at the smiling and laughing faces of her remaining friends. Lord English was finally defeated, after all. All their hard work, all the people – friends – lost along the way, had led to this final showdown.
She smiled weakly. She’d led the army of ghost-selves here for the fight. The ghosts, already dead, had simply returned to the dream bubbles upon the fight’s conclusion of course, but she was trapped.
Caught in the same tomb that sealed the fate of the horribly evil and terribly bigoted demon, the blue-blooded troll girl made surprisingly quick peace with her own imminent death at first. She supposed that this was her penance for her various crimes throughout her 7 and a half Alternian sweeps of life.
Faces flashed before her eyes; all her victims, from those that she killed during her violent FLARP (Fatal Live Action Role-Playing to be precise) campaigns to all the friends she’d managed to hurt in one way or another. Aradia. Tavros. Sollux. Kanaya. Meenah.
Terezi.
June.
She could feel tears threatening to well up as she remained trapped in a fraction of a second. Of course, to her it felt like an eternity.
Memories played through her mind in a cohesive stream now, almost as if she were watching some kind of twisted film production of her own life. It was almost funny now, how she was experiencing so much in such a miniscule sliver of time. She would have laughed to herself if she could.
Oh, how she wished she could take it all back. Every insult, every demeaning comment, every single time she’d hurt someone she cared about. Every small “triumph” of her past now piercing her heart like tiny bullets. Even the good bits – her first kiss with Meenah, using her God-Tier abilities for the first time, discovering Mindfang’s diary, even successfully defeating Lord English mere seconds before – brought her so much pain now as reality continued to sink in.
She was dying. She didn’t want to die.
She wanted to live.
Vaguely, she noticed herself sinking deeper into the abyss, the smiling humans and trolls alike growing smaller and smaller as they faded from her view. She wondered how long it would take them to notice her absence.
Would they care?
Would they mourn her?
Would they be glad for her demise?
Would they keep her in their memories?
Would they forget her?
Vriska closed her eyes to try and stop the tears from falling (more of a habit now than from any real necessity, considering her current predicament). Her mind raced furiously, thinking – no, pleading – that she would do anything for another chance. To fix her mistakes, to mend broken relationships.
To live.
But of course, she knew this was the end of the line for her, a fitting finale for her life’s premiere. Defeated, the grey-skinned girl’s eyes slowly closed and she let herself sink as the pressure surrounding her body subtly increased. She was subconsciously aware that the temperature was decreasing around her, too.
Cold, defeated, and alone, Vriska silently said her goodbyes as she descended into oblivion.
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Then, she opened her eyes.