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"Hey, Polaris, do you ever think about the fact that Zavier didn't mention anything about you other than the fact you stopped collecting keys after two?" Suzie asked, as the three of them walked.
Polaris made a noise of confirmation.
"What do you think happened, then?"
They'd thought about it. They did not like to think about it.
As much as they have enjoyed it, they did not start the key hunt for themself. It had been for their mother.
They had not lived in Sketchvale their entire life, only for small handful of years. They had moved after their father... left. They could only call it leaving because they had no clue what the man had done. Dead or simply abandoning them, Polaris had no clue on what had happened. It still hit like a truck and had left them despondent to most things.
Their mother had done so much for them and in the time between their father's disappearance and the start of the key hunt their little family had lost a lot of money - so they moved to sleepy old Sketchvale.
When they saw the sign for the key hunt, it had interested them - or as much as something could in those days, before they met their friends. Their mother, in both desperation for the life she had formerly lived and the chance for her child to step outside of the house again, begged for them to enter. With nothing to do, nothing to lose, they did. And now they have 5 keys sitting in their bag.
With the knowledge of timelines and blue strings, it makes them think about that other self from Zavier's timeline. Makes them wonder.
What would a version of them do without TJ? Their first friend.
They don't like think about it for a reason, you know. But they'll think it now, because they were asked.
Their mother is a little bit of a fanatic for that louis fan club thing, you know? She'd become one after their father disappeared. That picture had hanged on that wall for the entire time Polaris had lived in that house in Sketchvale and it had always freaked them out a little. It was eerie, almost... wrong. They hated it, but they never had the energy to tell their grieving mother that.
They'd always done their best to avoid the topic when their mother talked about it, but it would come up every so often. Sometimes it sounded interesting, but they weren't much of a cat person, in all honesty.
So, to stop avoiding the question, Polaris had an idea of what had become of their other self.
They were a fanatic. The only question was how deep it went, what exactly they had done, what they had become.
A version of them without TJ, without the strings pulling them further - a version of them who had only seen harm? They would've walked back home and seen the sadness, that desperation in their mother's eyes and weep. Their mother would bring up the fan club, an olive branch, to finally see if what helped her would help them.
And it would work. They'd become something else, something that will keep this version of Polaris up at night.
"I think that the version of me from that timeline would let the world crumble, because someone else asked them to let it."