What Remains

by deivydoestutorials33

Summary:

Deivy thinks about everything that led him to this moment, and why he must keep going.

Notes:

wrote this because i got pmo’d that this fandoms works were literally only ships 🥀 🥀 🥀 third deivy fic.

Chapter 1

the imitation of life can be just as beautiful as life itself. Artifice is a form of desire. and desire. is very, very, human.

 

His hands uncontrollably shook in horror as the lanterns zapped James, sending a fatal shock through his once-friend. The man, wounded and infected, collapsed.

And he split into a hundred pieces before fading away, crumbling into a thin dust that the other boy watched rise into the air.

James had died. He had died alone, afraid, disillusioned— Deivy couldn’t look away from him, eyes fixated where his corpse had scattered into the skies.

Was it all his fault?

 

Deivy had never intended to hurt James. He never intended to hurt *anyone*. It was an accident. It was all an accident. He was a child, unaware of the repercussions of his now-so-idiotic jokes, remarks and prods into James. He was unaware of how lucky he was to be alive. He was unaware of how lucky he was to be real.

He looked at the player list.

James, a man he once called a “friend”, was gone. Although their partnership was on tight ropes, it was rare to find companionship within the ruins. He struggled to know who to trust, and in the Remains, he could not even trust himself.

Everything, and everyone was out to get him. Each step descending him further and further into the unsolved abyss.

Everyone, and everything…

Except James… and except Geometry. Deivy swallowed the lump in his throat.

Geometry had died in front of his eyes, as had James. One presumably killed the second he turned away, the other a victim of his own lanterns. His stupid lanterns. Lanterns that had ruined everything.

No, they hadn’t.

Deivy was terrified of James within his final moments. He was feral. Deranged. Taller than before, thinner, more pale. Corrupted by desire, confounded by despair. Deivy had no choice but to defend himself.

Yet as his eyes scanned down the list furthermore, the pit in his chest grew.

deivydoestutorials33
Geometry_Squared

Geometry remained.

He had always been there, from the beginning. He started this, didn’t he? If he didn’t run into that stupid portal, join that stupid lobby, abandon their tutorial series…

No. This was Deivy’s fault, and it was his responsibility. He couldn’t let another person he cared about die inside this labyrinthic hellscape. The boy ruefully pressed his fingers against the keyboard, thinking, contemplating, pausing. He took a sharp and shaky breath.

This wasn’t about sleuthing the secrets of the Remains. This wasn’t about making content. This was about keeping what mattered close to him: his friends. He had already lost too much to keep himself ignorant.

 

Deivydoestutorials33: geometry are you there

Deivydoestutorials33: im sorry

… Silence. Geometry, as the boy had gotten to know him as, was always the silent sort. Taking the backseat in conversations, listening to Deivy ramble on and on about the “meta towers,” always lending an ear for his complaints. That silence stung now more than ever before.

 

Deivydoestutorials33: where are you man

He was comforted by nothing but a sweet, melodic tune that radiated through his monitor. Deivy sighed. His eyes began to water, burned from his intense and lengthy focus on the screen— but he couldn’t look away. Not from his name, not from the chat in hope he replied.

Geometry had always been so very, very kind to him. Even when he was unwilling he joined to make Deivy happy, and when they met in the Remains, he was able to get Deivy through a dangerous patch.

And then he had died, distracted by protecting Deivy. But as he kept staring at the name on the screen, it didn’t make sense. When Deivy had been ambushed by his clone, he was kicked out of World Tower Defense— he’d taken special care to never let that happen again. But Geometry wasn’t kicked. His username remained, even as he was cast to stone.

Was he really gone? Or had he been there all along?

deivydoestutorials33: geometry what did you want to tell me

deivydoestutorials33: it’s safe now. im okay

It was just ROBLOX, a kid’s game, right? It didn’t matter. He had school in a few weeks. This wasn’t reality, it was a screen. And yet it tugged at his heart, staring at the player list, feeling the unresponsiveness of his colleague as the chat bar refused to show a new message. No matter how hard he naively wished, Geometry was not responding.

Maybe he was dead. Maybe he was in danger. Maybe he was angry.

…Deivy thought back to the times where he had forced Geometry to partake in his stupid tutorials. He refused, but the man insisted. And then he thought about the times when he struggled to remember Geometry. It was difficult to remember his face now, yet he had only seen it 2?—3? hours ago.

No, he had begun to forget a long, long time ago. Months ago. That was when it all started to go wrong.

It was when he was filming another one of his childish projects.

Chapter 2: intervallo

Summary:

A brief summary of Deivy’s “TOP FIVE MISTAKES”, in which an impossible error seeps into reality.

Recording was going great; the rounds were sweeping by despite their deliberate errors, and it would only take ten more minutes before he could finish recording. Artificial qualms emerged as part of the script, but seemingly out of the blue, z_7k inquired something.

“Hey, uhh, before I joined, I saw that you originally did this channel with another guy. What happened to him?”

Deivy gave his partner an odd glare. He didn’t do this with anybody else— it was called deivydoestutorials33, not deivyandco.

“Who?” He typed, baffled.

z_7k only questioned his own reply.

“You’re the only one I’ve done this with so far,” he clarified.

“You’re solo on this YouTube channel??? No, I literally saw another person.”

“You must be crazy.”

Chapter 3: Termination

Summary:

A great silence falls upon a waking land, but their story is not over.

Deivy didn’t know what happened that day. He didn’t know why he couldn’t remember. Why Geometry seemed not to exist.

No, he’s not angry, Deivy reassured. When he saw Geometry again, he was helpful, kind, though mysterious. He was experienced and efficient. It wasn’t like he was trying to hurt Deivy, either.

But he wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. Not after everything they’d gone through— every step into a world he was never meant to find, a place he was never meant to be, seeing things he was never supposed to see.

Nothing made sense to Deivy anymore.

He needed to take a break. A long break. He wanted to find Geometry, and he wanted to unravel the mysteries of this horrible, lifeless realm.

But he was sitting on his couch at 1:00 AM, eyes searing, crying over the loss of his friend. He’d make it up to Geometry, no matter what it took. Because he wouldn’t lose another friend. Because he couldn’t afford to screw up any further with the people that mattered to him.

He’d come back to the Remains, and he’d fix everything.

deivydoestutorials33: good night geo

deivydoestutorials33: ill see you later. friend

And this time, he’d come prepared.