TG: hey egbert
TG: are you there
TG: its kinda serious
TG: i guess
EB: hey. you all right?
TG: typical night terror
EB: what about?
TG: the usual
TG: giantass green skeleton trying to kill us with a scoop of flying dog on the side
TG: im cool
TG: just lookin for a bit of friendly comfort
TG: dont tell the girls
EB: hehe. your secret is safe with me. how bout a distracting topic? like….
EB: how’s school?
TG: pft. fuck school
TG: it aint fair man
TG: we saved the world and no one knows
TG: we have ptsd and we have to go back to school like nothing happened
TG: like we played pac man or something
TG: not fuckin life destroying sburb
EB: i know.
EB: then we have to add the power control.
TG: they were hella easy to control in the game
TG: the time was me and i know every bit of it
TG: now its like… its own person or something
TG: i walked by some flowers at school and they died because i accidentally aged them up through time
EB: shit. anyone see?
TG: thank god
EB: i got frustrated on a test the other day and a giantass wind blew through the window and the tests were flying in the air.
TG: ok but thats funny
TG: did i tell you we’re dissecting cats in my anatomy class
TG: if i can kill flowers by aging them up maybe i could bring all the cats back to life at once during class by aging them back
TG: be free kittens!
EB: pffftt you’re a dork and you love cats.
EB: ok, but don’t bring the cats back to life, okay?
TG: but why not?
TG: kitties john
EB: i know! but we have to hide our powers until we have control over them again.
TG: ive just been thinking and stuff
EB: about what?
TG: the cat thing
EB: no bringing cats back to life!
TG: i know i know
TG: but like
TG: if i could
TG: bring the cats back i mean
TG: what if it worked on people
TG: i would age back only the person and not the world around them
TG: i could help people
TG: i don’t have to hide my powers i could just use them for good
TG: i could bring people back
TG: do you have any idea what i could do john
EB: they’re dead, dave! they’re not even on earth! they’re DEAD on another PLANET.
EB: they’re dead.
EB: leave it alone.
EB: are you there?
EB: look, i’m sorry. i don’t want to make you feel bad, i just…
EB: they’re gone and it’s not healthy that you’re clinging on.
TG: i know
EB: no, i’m sorry.
TG: john its fine
TG: i needed that
TG: its just not fair i guess
TG: we won and they’re still dead for protecting us
TG: the apartment is so quiet without him
EB: we didn’t win.
TG: what do you mean???
TG: if we didnt win then i wouldnt be here chatting to you about it
EB: we didn’t win. we never won. we’re dead.
TG: what the hell john???
TG: dont get all deep on me ok
TG: no mind blowing poetry about my existence
EB: we’re not talking, dave.
EB: we’re dead, dave. you’re dead. we were never meant to win. we were doomed. everyone was.
EB: i’m your imagination. you’re making this conversation.
EB: you’re dead, dave.
EB: john is dead.
EB: rose is dead. jade is dead. your bro. john’s dad. the alphas. the trolls. the villains.
EB: everyone is dead.
EB: and i’m in your head.
TG: shut the fuck up
TG: youre john
TG: we’re talking and youre john and thats it
TG: i cant make you up in my head, youre only you
EB: i can be anyone you want me to be.
TT: Who would you like me to be, Dave?
TG: im not dead
TG: we won
TG: we won and its over we won
TT: We died, bro. We’re all dead and you’re stuck in your own head.
TG: I want john back
EB: but i’m not john.
EB: i’m whoever you want me to be.
GG: its better this way dave!!!
GG: then we can talk all the time
CG: WHOEVER YOU WANT ME TO BE.
GC: 1’LL B3 WHO3V3R YOU W4NT M3 TO B3, D4V3.
EB: then get off the computer.
You do. You shove away desperately, coming back to yourself.
You’re in your room. Turntables nearby, bed unmade, cords making the floor a danger zone. You blink. The chat is gone. Everything that you had been watching show up in different colors just… disappears. It’s an empty chat between you and John.
So you try again with a deep breath.
You don’t get a reply this time.
You leave the computer. You can’t deal with his fucking prankster’s gambit right now. You need food. So you log off and leave your room.
It smells like pizza. You hear a voice.
“Got take-out, lil’ guy!”
You dash to the kitchen. Your heart literally hurts. There’s no one there. No pizza. The smell is gone.
Someone knocks at the door. A muffled voice comes through.
“Hey, Dave! We gonna hang out or what, or are you gonna ignore your best friend?”
You run. Rip the door open. No one there. In fact, you’re on the edge of your roof. You turn around. No apartment. Yes, you’re on the roof. You hear traffic. Looking down, there’s no cars.
You see Rose. Her long scarf is whipping violently in the wind as she walks down the middle of the road. She drops her black and violet knitting needles, and it’s so loud the way they clatter on asphalt in this silent city.
She looks up at you. And then she’s gone.
EB: i’m whoever you want me to be, dave.
EB: you’re dead.
EB: i’m dead.
EB: we are all dead, dave.
EB: you’re in your head, dave.
You’re not even at your computer. But you’re seeing his messages. You’re not on your roof. You’re no where.
There’s nothing and it’s fucking infuriating. There’s no black space. You’re not floating. You’re nothing, but you’re conscious. You’re no where and you’re nothing and you’re dead. Absolutely dead.
No miracles. No plot twist. No happy ending.
You’re dead. And honestly, you didn’t expect more than this.