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Five Years more, You'll be the death of me

Summary:

At last, everyone is back together, and there doesn't seem to be any immediate threat- besides each other.
Was the price of saving everyone and getting them all in one piece too much to pay?
Will anyone come out of this alive?
Then again- If the dancestors could survive for who knows how many millions of years together, surely they can all survive five years together?

Notes:

experimenting with black gam/fef, and POVs... heh.... this'll be fun.

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I haven't been alive for very long, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't great.

Sure, being dead was nice, i guess, but there's just... Something fun about being alive.

Something great.

The first thing I did when I came back, finally cod tiered, was slap Eridan.

I wasn't necessarily mad at him anymore, I just knew that it was his fault that I'd died in the glubdamn first place.

Something that made me very, very happy was that I wasn't the only one who was alive. All of the dancestors, all of the humans- everybody.

And that was just the icing on top of the pretty pink cake.

Sollux's eyes were finally fucking healed, and everyone else was fine too, other than being bored out of their minds.

You see, getting everyone alive and to god tier had cost something.

Because nothing good ever comes free.

There's always a price.

We had to give up the first-new-session slot we had lined up. We're traveling to a new session, where we will finally settle the fuck down.

One teensy little problem though?

This one is farther away, as in... well...

5 human years.

We're all going to go mad here, on this accursed meteor.