#i will not apologize for making a tpu oneshot

[transmogrified-in-the-void]

Writing prompt: a day that is impossible to forget

"It was Thursday, March 22nd. It was raining outside, nothing hard, just enough to be heard. The wind was louder, if I'm honest. I had been sitting at my desk. There was a half drunken mug of coffee next to me, and a laundry list of assignments to finish, and that's when I got it. The email."

They twist their hands around the ceramic mug. Their rings scrape against the glaze, making a rough sound.

"Looking back on it, this should be a completely normal day, but I think because of what it eventually caused, over and over again, I remember it so clearly.

"Anyways, that's not important. Or maybe it is. But it was titled 'Band Manager Needed', from some college group. It was all about how they were an up and coming band, and to expect that they probably wouldn't be famous or anything. Just a side gig for semi-decent pay."

They smile into their mug, and tap their finger on it.

"I responded that I was interested, because I was. Journalism and Econ major decaying in the hallway. I dunno, that day was just. It was so mundane, but I remember it so clearly."

The person across from them chuckles slightly. "Well, it did lead us here, to today, so I understand why. Can't say I remember my first interaction with them that well, though." His hand runs through his neon green hair, and they sigh.

"That's understandable."

The silence that settles between them is stretched and thin, wrapping around their throats in thin ribbons. They both remember their memories with melancholy and grief weathered and faded by time.

He clears his throat, snapping the ribbons. "Well, after tomorrow, maybe there'll be a more memorable day."

"Yeah." They whisper. "After tomorrow."

-

Virtue watches the hero's face as they realize Electrode is distracted, and go into a dead sprint. Within moments, they're matching the hero's pace in a mad dash to the most colorful piece to this bloodbath.

"Cato!" They yell as they shove their entire weight into Electrode's gut, successfully putting them on the ground as the hero's arm snags their waist and drags them away.

They stop in an alley behind some cars some ways away, and Virtue can taste the hero's rage.

"You bitch." She snarls, and her hand starts to reach towards Virtue's face, but they're faster.

They drop to the ground, pulling out a knife and stabbing it right into their forearm and moving. Their other hand has pulled up their hood and is pulling up their mask. Blood falls into black fabric, staining it dark and sticky.

There's a flicker of recognition in the hero's eyes before a knife digs straight through them, and the area behind. The other eye goes from sickly green to dead.

There's a scream.

There's a howling, desperate, familiar scream and Virtue's heart stops and starts and they're moving moving moving.

They can't be dead.

What about tomorrow?

Their boots hit asphalt and rivers of blood and trails of fire, but they don't care. Villains call out to them, heroes try and attack them, but they're better than that. They can't think about them, they need to get to Electrode. They need to get there.

Virtue skids to a stop when they see a familiar light blue suit and fluttering cape.

Zephyr is here, wind billowing around her. She's crying, and her hands are out.

On the ground in front of her, on their knees, is. It's.

Virtue stumbles and tries to run towards Electrode Cato, and they shove Zephyr aside. Their hands are bloody. Red against blue against black against green.

"Cato!" Virtue screams as they get closer. They can see wind moving away from Electrode Cato. Rain starts to come down, not hard, just down.

Electrode's quickly dulling eyes meet Virtue's, and their smile is more radiant than the sun that refused to shine on them in this moment.

They slump over in the rain, it takes ten seconds to finally get to them. As Virtue starts to desperately breathe air into their lungs, a pristine memory of a Thursday with rain and wind and a cup of coffee is replaced with the memory of a Friday with rain and wind and the unmoving chest of the only person they had left.

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