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flecks-of-stardust · 1 year

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Casting pebbles toward the sun, spectating their fall — A Rain World Short Story

The counterpart to Moondown, similarly experimental (though less so than the former). I’m not... really going for elegance here? More so, like. Conveying the idea. It was interesting to write from Pebbles’ perspective though, even if he doesn’t have a lot to say here. And, idk, I would be pretty dang pissed if my sister distracted me and caused me to effectively give myself a deadly incurable disease.

Also, please do not leave Pebbles hate in my notes. I do not care, and I Will block you for it. That is not the point of this story.

Content warning for canon typical suicidality, repetition, and implied death. Contains lore spoilers for Rain World; read at your own discretion.

Running 9183 processes.

He’s tired. Tired of trying. Tired of failing.

Searching… No matches found.

How long has he been here, erratically searching for a way out?

Discarding refuse. Running 8469 processes.

Bugs, all of them. Bugs in a maze. Skittering every which way, searching for salvation.

Searching… No matches found.

What salvation? There is no salvation. Was there ever truly a point to all of this? An end that could be found?

Discarding refuse. Running 8231 processes.

They passed this task off to him, and disappeared. Evidently, they found a way out themselves, leaving him here to rot.

Searching… No matches found.

Parents, they called themselves. His life, a gift from them. To be burdened with their problems was an honor unto itself.

Discarding refuse. Running 7955 processes.

What a waste. A forgotten gift, discarded by the wayside. Dumped like scrap metal of failed iterators.

Searching… No matches found.

All the better that those parasites are long gone. Useless, vapid grotesques with gaping orifices for ventilation. This world is better for their lack of existence.

Discarding refuse. Running 7770 processes.

Inco—

What does it matter if this is not the solution. Has he not tried hard enough? All these years discoursing with those parasites, ameliorating their insignificant troubles, and being forced to languish here, has he not earned his right to rest?

Searching… No matches found.

Incomi—

Even now he tries and fails and tries and fails and tries and fails and he will keep trying and keep failing but what else, what else is there for him to do?

Discarding refuse. Running 7598 processes.

Incoming co—

Distractions. No. He must focus, if he is to succeed. He will see this through. He will be free of this. No more. No longer.

Searching… No matches found.

He only hopes Suns will understand. Perhaps they will see the light in this method; perhaps he can send out a last message to them before he follows in the path of Sliver of Straw.

Discarding refuse. Running 7411 processes.

A way out. That is what they have all been searching for all this time. It is time they prioritize themselves.

Searching… No matches found.

“IMMED—OUNDWATER CO—E FIFTH OF—MPTION.”

How many have died already, besides Sliver of Straw? And how? Perhaps all he is doing is speeding the process along.

Discarding refuse. Running 7208 processes.

“STO—TEVER I—E ING.”

ERROR: malicious overwrite detected. Shutting down immediately…

No. No! NO! Not when he is SO CLOSE—

Flushing foreign organic matter.

Unauthorized replication detected. Extermination protocols engaged.

“PLEA—STOP!”

Moon… It is always her. Meddling, intervening in his attempts to help everyone. So stuck in the old ways still, and look at where it got her.

Extermination protocols insufficient. Temperature flux protocols engaged. Toxin scrambling engaged.

“—CAL GROUP S—RDER YOU YOU YYYYYYYYYYYYY—”

He would have had it. He would have HAD IT. And she ruined it AGAIN.

Temperature flux protocols unable to be authorized. Toxin scrambling insufficient. Slag reset imminent…

“AS Y—NIOR SE—EAD”

And now it is all for nothing. Years and years and YEARS of planning, all ruined by her.

Slag reset successful.

Unauthorized replication detected.

“STOP”

Senior, senior, senior, when has she ever respected his authority? “You could not have chosen a worse moment to disturb me,” he snaps back. “You have ruined everything.”

Unauthorized replication detected.

“PLEASE”

“I almost had it. I will never forget this.” This is all her fault.

A distant, tremendous crash. Even from this distance, the crunching of metal is unmistakable. The terrible din continues for a good many seconds.

One of his overseers sends over an image: Moon’s can, little more than a smoking wreck at the bottom of the Lake.

She’s gone.

And why should she be the one to be free of this?

When he was the one who tried so hard?

She should be grateful.

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#rain world #rain showers #five pebbles #i am serious i Will block you if you give me pebbles hate #but yeah. more conceptual stuff. this one probably sucks to read on tumblr #but as always there is an ao3 version #it's kind of supposed to suck to read though #he is... so interesting. i thought he would have more to say honestly #he does monologue at you after all #but i guess he's busy focusing here #i'd love to write more from his perspective someday but i need ideas first #i actually have more ideas for this too but we'll see if i can execute them #... oh this is hell to read with a screenreader isn't it.#um #uh well if anyone has suggestions #it was fairly easy to tweak for moondown but #the point is to be unpleasant to read but this may be literally Impossible #the echo of destruction #<- series tag!#also this should be f i n e for screenreaders i think?

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stresshyperdeath · 6 months

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Stories in Valais - Calci and the Fly Most Dire

-"Shit".

Calci stood in front of the mess she had made in her office in dismay. A cauldron of scalding hot fluids spilled all over the floor, painting the ground in a carpet of viscous green goop. The worst part? That was a lot expensive material, wasted in an instant.

Calci paced around for a bit, her heavy alchemist's boots plodding on the floor. The University would be quite displeased once she put in a new order for reagents, but riggt now she thought to focus more on clean up.

Calci trudged up to a squat door where she stuffed cleaning supplies in for moments just like these. Lazily reaching in, she grabbed a squeegee.

-"Right, time to deal with this mess", she said tiredly.

A quick roll of the sleeves on her safety coat, and she got to work moving the goop into small grates near a downward slope in a lonely corner. The goop was fluid enough, and it flowed into the grates. Unfortunately, it had just a perfect viscosity so that it clogged up the grates. Calci just stared at the clogged grates, waiting for it to drain.

...

It didn't. She sighed and stomped on the drain a few times, trying not to think of where the University designed the Alchemy Department's drains to go. Surely not the bay?

A small buzz flew right by her ear and she tried to smack it. She missed, she never had luck swatting them. Around that time, she noticed the fly land in part of the goop.

The fly, in its defense, was drawn to the scent, something grossly sugary. Even though it was submerged, it could still consume a bit of the goop with its proboscis.

Calci adjusted her glasses and stared at the the fly. That's when she noticed something off. Was it getting bigger?

It was. And it was growing at a staggering rate.

-"No... the potion worked!?" She yelled, and stomped, "And I flushed it all down!?"

She thumped her own forehead and stared at the cieling. Lost in thought at the prospect of the wasted time, but she was interrupted by a strange breathing.

She looked down. At the fly. It was about the size of a lapdog, and it raggedly breathed through spiracles. Her own face was reflected in the facets of its compound eye. Its whole body was covered in thick hairs, and the fly drooled digestive fluid on the ground, causing a sizzle.

-Calci took a step back from the roided up fly, and tripped, "L-listen here, if you got bigger, your brain got big too right? You can't eat your creator, that's the rule!"

Prone, the fly buzzed its wings fiercely and flew straight at her. She kicked it, the heavy boot sending it into a crash course against a wall with a thud. She scrambled to stand and rushed to the door. The fly, with a busted wing, flew towards her in a haphazard pattern. Now it was personal for the bug.

As Calci reached for the door handle, it spat a glob of digestive fluid that splashed onto her bare arm. The flesh sizzled, the smell was awful. A normal person would be wretching. Calci didn't wretch, bad smells are a normal occurence for her. However, she did squeal in pain, the sensation was akin to being on fire.

She swung her arm, the juices flinging to all corners and digesting whatever organic material it hit. Books, chairs, clothes... all of it just melting into a delicious chemical slurry. Delicious for a giant housefly anyways. Calci cringed as she watched a particular glob fall onto a stack of research papers.

The fly was not interested in the meals around it. It had a busted up wing, and a bigger brain to know full well that there was a threat to its existence just in front of it.

It rushed Calci again, its path straighter, stronger.

Calci on the other hand, slammed the door open. The door swung so that it would open into the makeshift lab behind her, so that passing students wouldn't just bash their faces into the door when she opened it.

As Calci stepped into a hallway, frightening passing undergrads.

The fly behind her collided with the door midflight, and it was slammed between the door and the stone wall. Calci winced as she heard the unceremonious splat.

-A passing professor looked on with a dismissive sneer, "Everything alright Ms. Monsiago?"

-"Uh... yeah, problem solved".

#my writing #fantasy writing #I dunno what else to tag this lmao #Anywho this is basically just writing practice of stuff in my TTRPG setting #I had art block for doodling but not for writing #Oh I should put content tags uhhhhh #TW bug #TW bug death #TW chemical dumping??? Yeah #TW burns #short story

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