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" I don't think you're scary. "
Not scary.
That line served not only as a blatant form of mockery to their capabilities, but as a painful reminder of the former protagonist they used to care for deeply.
Micha.
That name lingers in their mind frequently, leaving a bitter sweet taste in their mouth.
Micha. The name he had grown used to. Seeing his username brought them an embarrassing amount of contentment they would never admit to anyone. Not even Micha himself.
Micha. They always felt a slight feeling of protectivness over the younger one, viewing him as a younger sibling. Occasionally, ReGect would mistakenly refer to Micha as a younger brother. Micha never seemed to mind though, in fact he seemed to embrace the idea of ReGect posing as his older sibling.
Micha.
Micha Tanner.
2010 - 2020.
The sweet name dawdles persistently in the head of ReGect, preventing them from blocking the prior memories, the true reason he got rejected.
How they missed the young boy, the pure innocence and glee that filled his eyes was no longer a sight they saw every day.
It wasn't unexpected.
Just too soon.
Someone they saw everyday, just left them behind just like that.
And maybe, pretending that Micha simply abandoned them was easier to handle than accepting the fact he was no longer here on earth.
ReGect still finds themself wandering around aimlessly on Micha's their old world, just alone this time. They continue the mindless stroll as if the desperate hope and longing they brought into the world with them would bring the younger brother they oh so dearly mourned for back into their life.
Their pace slowed down significantly as a small wooden house came into their point of view.
Micha's house.
They let out a deep sigh they didn't even realize they've been holding in and walked to the front.
The torches were out.
Well, should've been out.
ReGect stared at the torches that were hanging on the entrance.
The flame flickered occasionally but nonetheless, the fire was still strong and burning, producing a vibrant mix of red and orange.
Their gaze prolonged on the flame.
Crack. Fizzle, Fwoosh!
The flames on both torches burnt out before re-lighting into a dark hazy purple. ReGect's stance loosened slightly before they turned away from the house.
Can we pretend like the airplanes in the nights are shooting stars I really need a wish rigMy bad I'll do my j*b
" I don't think you're scary..? "
ReGect flinched slightly at the answer. The situation felt so.. Familiar. Whether this sense of familiarity was a good thing or bad thing was a question ReGect wasn't able to answer. His shoulders tensed as he stepped back and diverted his gaze from the situation in front of him.
Honk!!
A high pitched honking sound came from beside him. Mo, of course. He felt Mo tug at his arm as a series of squeaky honks filled the air. It's obvious she was trying to bring his attention back to the sight in front of them but ReGect could not bare to turn his head.
" Yes Mo, I see him- "
He mumbled under his breath with a hint of annoyance as Mo continued her tugging. He rolled his eyes (which isn't really effective cause he doesn't have a head) and reluctantly turned his head back forward. That was a mistake.
They can't help but feel their heart ache with a sense of deja vu as they looked at the child in front of them.
The same innocent stare,
The same messy dark hair he never took care of,
The same question.
The same response.
The young child before their eyes was Z.