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Let’s accept our doomed fate.

Summary:

The world has come to its end.

The iterators are mostly collapsed

Snow has taken everything.

Monk, however, has other ideas.

Notes:

First writing!!! Hehe yay!!

Chapter 1: The end of the story?

Chapter Text

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Cold.
It was cold.

That was the one thing Five Pebbles was sure of, the only thing he could feel, cold and silence, only being pierced by the gentle melody of the one thing he had left..

he adjusted his visual sensors with a a light scratchy groan, lifting his head up a smidge; He was trying to see if anything had changed, desperate.

But.
The gentle white blanket was the only thing he could visualize, the sparkling ice and snow, the messes of blue and black- only being pierced from the red lights.. pulsing with every weak “Heartbeat” of his.. Every ache…


.. The pain had dulled greatly, at the very least. The physical pain.
Now he has plenty of time to reflect on his actions.

Moon..
He would cry, but he couldn’t risk losing any internal fluid, that atleast.. hadn’t frozen inside him: yet.
Still, couldn’t stop him from letting out a choked noise of regret, he was at fault for all of this… 

The rot gurgled around him, he was much too weak to even try and cover his antenna ports..

He looked to the blurry sky, the sun shining bright on him, yet never melting the cold sheets..
He breathed in the air, slowly taking in each weak and shaky breath.
Sig.. Suns..Wind.. and even Inno..
He let them all down.

 

 



His ruffian!
Had- she left..? Did he.. kill another..


He pleaded to the void for a second chance.. 

And with a slight smell of smoke, it answered.

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The monk.. He was very much tired,  resting on a small rock with the blue thing: “Friendly Moon”; The Slugcat he had come to know as Rivulet splashing water onto every surface.

He stretched for a moment, curling up into the blue thing’s lap, rubbing up against its cloak.

He heard it speak up.

"Ruffles got you all sleepy? She is a little.. Active. But I’m sure you’ll get use to it, little one."
He almost hissed to himself at the remark of: little one..
He wasn’t a pup anymore.

Snow speckled onto his body, and he shook it off, annoying cold and wet. He did not like this very much..
He glanced to his.. “friend”

Rivulet was splashing in the water with a spear., fakingly stabbing things with it, he heard the voice call again.

"Careful! Ruffles!”


He glanced to the blue thing.
He glanced to the spear.

He had an idea.

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Chapter 2: The first domino falls

Summary:

Monk comes up with a stupid ass plan, ruffles hates it.

Also arti has a crisis.

Notes:

I eat slugcats

Oml there’s so many grammar mistakes…

Chapter Text

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Rivulet sat in the shelter with her friend, utterly flabbergasted at what he was implying to her; He wanted to explode moon???

"WHAT? HURT MOON?"

She stiffened as the other Slugcat bapped her in the face.
"No. Free her."
"BUT.. BUT SHE WOULD DIE!"

Her tail whacked the ground, she shook the wetness off her body and grabbed Monk.

"I DONT WANT MOONIE TO DIE!!!!"
"LISTEN!"

She felt herself get shoved back, hitting the ground with a (still wet) splat. Whimpering and looking up at the other Slugcat.

"We shove the spear in her back tube thing, it will come off! We have a freed blue thing! Simple!"

"BUT BUT BUT-"

She felt dry hands cover her mouth, she pulled the hands away, claws digging in and ears pinned back.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?"
She thought for a moment though. Ears perking back up.

They could migrate to other areas. They could meet more people!!

Maybe.. maybe this wasn’t so bad.

"..fine but.. we gather the supplies first."

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Artificer frantically rushed into semi-familiar area, avoiding rot along the way, her ears pinned down as she explored the collapsed can. WHERE WAS PUP?? WHERE WAS PUP!
 
Weaving across pipes and into the unknown, the words of that pup rung through her ears. She nearly cried, sparking 

Those words he had said..

"Leave. Please…. I don’t. Want you to.. go down with me.”

Was pup dead! Pup must not be dead!
She then, heard a tune, a gentle melody that nearly calmed all her senses, she ignored the small patches of rot gurgling trying to reach her, she was focused on the sound. The melody. It seemed to draw her towards it. It’s like an instinctive need to go to it..

She patted off into what she believed was nowhere.

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