[network] @featherydouche; postmortem; day 181 [open]

[mrcreamsicles]

so who else died last night
excuse me
"died"
because when i woke up i sure didnt look it
not even a scratch
right back where i started before everything went weird too
same with the people i was with from what i could tell before i left

also you people with the prophet eyes
do you still want to murder us or what

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[mightyratslayer]

Jesus. [Charlie's not sure what else to say to all that.] That's, uh, nice of you to do that for your buddy. I woke up in the funeral home, so I didn't have to hang out with the bodies, at least. [Not that the lobby of a funeral home isn't also super creepy, but it was still better than the alternative...]

Um. I got locked out, too. Not on purpose, though. Or, I dunno, I guess you didn't say you did it on purpose. Uh, sorry. I mean like, uh... I got really sick not too long after I got here, and I was like, hallucinating and shit, and I ended up outside like right before lockdown and didn't make it back in time. Charles was there. Well, not like, there, but he was inside. He hung out with me. Y'know. During.

[Why is he telling Davesprite about all this? Maybe he shouldn't. But it was scary and they're talking about scary stuff.]

private; cw: technical suicide because of unusual circumstances

[mrcreamsicles]

['During.' It explains him and Charles a little better. A moment passes before he says,]

Nah, it wasn't on purpose. Not really. It was this place, you know? You got sick and had hallucinations and everything. Me—I got caught up in that whole thinking nobody else was real thing. I thought...

[There's a breath, and a kind of shuffling sound as he rubs at his hair.]

I'm a sprite, and sprites are game constructs, so even if I was a normal person before this I thought that maybe my brain and data and everything were glitching out on me. That I was dying already and I had just gotten lost somewhere in my world without realizing it, and that everyone I'd talked to was just a hallucination. Didn't help that there was all that static, you know? So I figured if I was going to die, I didn't just want to sit there watching the people I was with blip in and out of existence. I left, and... You know what comes next.

[He never wanted to die, but it felt so certain and inevitable. Why not get it over with the quick way, he figured. He keeps that part in, though, and he wouldn't even be telling Charlie this if not for him sharing his own story first.]

Clint talked to me some during. I fucked up and thought he was fake, too, but it kind of helped. So—I get it.

Fuck this whole place.

private; cw: more suicide talk

[mightyratslayer]

I don't think it was this place that made me sick.

[But that's besides the point. Charlie doesn't follow most of Davesprite's explanation, but he understands the sentiment, at least. Wanting to speed things up because you figure it's gonna happen anyway.]

Yeah, it's, um... Well, it sucks. Charles staying on the line with me helped, too. That's the reason I hung out with Cecil and Quark when it happened to them. [Wow, there's a couple of memories he hadn't thought about in a while.] It sucks being on the other end, but uh, dying sucks more and I been there.

[He could leave it at that. He probably should. But he keeps talking, for some reason.] Charles killed me. Like, last night. I think that was better than freezing. So, uh, yeah. Fuck this place.

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[mrcreamsicles]

[He decides not to ask. Why he was sick doesn't really matter for the end result. He was sick, he saw things, and he died in a slow, horrible way. Davesprite winces in sympathy at the second death he lists off.]

How messed up is that? I never wanted to die at all but here we are comparing how bad method a is next to method b. You want to die slow or quick? You want to not trust the snow around you or remember how your friend looked when they murdered you? I got killed by my friend too. Wasn't her fault and I know it, not the real way, but what the hell? How come we have to deal with this?