n_drangles
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"Hey. This is Dirk Strider's Auto-responder. I became operational on March 14, 2409 in Houston, Texas. That day is also today."
"That's cool." He types in the middle of checking a couple lines of coding. Then he adds a generous, “Happy birthday.” In all honestly, his fingers feel heavier than his eyelids as he goes to type in the message, but this was the moment he had been waiting for. He wouldn’t allow himself the luxury of sleep just yet.
"Thank you for the birthday wish. Would you like me to sing you a song?"
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The first day of camp, the day after everyone’s arrived and they’ve slept through their first night of mosquito bites and wet heat, is always the hardest. John remembers this, remembers the routine he went through year after year at this camp, and understands that it’s hard to not wake up at home that first morning. He never thought he’d actually be coming back to this place. Jade was practiced in dropping hints, and John was just as learned in avoiding these hints like the plague, but a month before his high school graduation he swore away his last summer as a child to Camp Losaw.
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"He somehow manages to smile wider as he asks you “Where’d you get those sunglasses? Did you cut school with Ferris Bueller?”
You sniff a little, shrug, and say “Ben Stiller.” His laugh is loud and obnoxious.
His hand releases itself from your grip and moves to your back. “Let’s go grab a drink, Mr. Strider.”
“Dave,” you correct before he can even finish, and you stand to follow him."
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They had seen the end of their universe and created two others in their wake and now they couldn’t settle on what brand of cereal they should buy regularly. It was exactly the kind of life Karkat had always dreamt of (his red quadrant comfortably filled, a distinct lack of culling drones to run from, a bakery right down the street) and he couldn’t possibly be more bored.
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“Holy shit,” you whisper. Dave joins you at the window.
There are no stars left in the sky. Nothing but blackness and a faint soap bubble sheen.
“Is that a dream bubble?” Dave says.
And then it swallows you.
Update: Now with a VERY NSFW illustration by Renaris.
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06 Nov 2012
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John's father dies. That's the punch line.
It's not a good punch line.
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27 Jul 2012