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[ I will give you memshares tomorrow because I am close to just sleeping
Without asking, he gently brushes away some of Dokja’s bangs, obviously worried. His fingers continue the movement, stroking his thin black hair. How long has it been…? It’s been four years? That is nothing to him and yet— ]
Did you ever learn what is the fourth wall?
Without asking, he gently brushes away some of Dokja’s bangs, obviously worried. His fingers continue the movement, stroking his thin black hair. How long has it been…? It’s been four years? That is nothing to him and yet— ]
Did you ever learn what is the fourth wall?
Edited 2022-06-30 02:52 (UTC)
[ Sorry, he is just lost in his thoughts… Further lost as he thinks about Mia who told him to fetch Dokja, saying she’ll come with him, and even trained to be strong to fight off the stars alongside her big brother.
… It weighs in his heart that he took her with him, that she would help him save the person he was meant to save, and yet he would throw her away. This may not be the first time, but those regressions where she would die, where he would fail her—they rush him in the silence. ]
… It weighs in his heart that he took her with him, that she would help him save the person he was meant to save, and yet he would throw her away. This may not be the first time, but those regressions where she would die, where he would fail her—they rush him in the silence. ]
[ rest in peace hei
He jolts only briefly, surprised, blinking over but gives a reassuring look. It'll be fine. He leans a little into the touch and exhales quietly. Though, he takes a moment to think. The Fourth Wall... after spending all those years with it. ]
I.. think so. [ he isn't really confident in his memory. ]
He jolts only briefly, surprised, blinking over but gives a reassuring look. It'll be fine. He leans a little into the touch and exhales quietly. Though, he takes a moment to think. The Fourth Wall... after spending all those years with it. ]
I.. think so. [ he isn't really confident in his memory. ]
[ Still no response, uncertain as to what Joonghyuk could potentially be thinking about. His lips part once more but no words come from him.
⸢Y o u sho uld r e a d⸥
What's to say he isn't still reading. His grip loosens, even if the fear of loneliness is still there. The absence of the fourth wall was noticeable in the last game but this time he's much more aware of it. It hasn't been a consistent thought, he's had some time since he's woken up, but that... that memory. ]
⸢Y o u sho uld r e a d⸥
What's to say he isn't still reading. His grip loosens, even if the fear of loneliness is still there. The absence of the fourth wall was noticeable in the last game but this time he's much more aware of it. It hasn't been a consistent thought, he's had some time since he's woken up, but that... that memory. ]
[ muffled: ] Technically, no. Right now, yes.
[ when Joonghyuk joins him in bed, the reader will resort to being obnoxious and pull his companion to him. On one hand, there's some relief that at least they're both unlikely to be on another adventure this week.
..On the other, tomorrow is still Thursday. ]
[ when Joonghyuk joins him in bed, the reader will resort to being obnoxious and pull his companion to him. On one hand, there's some relief that at least they're both unlikely to be on another adventure this week.
..On the other, tomorrow is still Thursday. ]
... They're the previous Dokkaebi King.
[ And this is when Dokja will get a memory despite the calm moment.
They were an annoying guy.
[ And this is when Dokja will get a memory despite the calm moment.
When you grab Kim Dokja, the lights on the train go out. In your hands Dokja feels so small… And you realize something. The fables that were leaking—those earlier are Dokja’s. You begin to shake his small form, desperately trying to wake him. Your companions start to crowd him with confused expressions, though Han Sooyoung is quick to stop you from shaking Dokja more.He grumbles. ]
You all hear a voice… It must be from the very wall that protected Dokja.
⸢You don’t know what the reader really wants.⸥
⸢The ‘Kim Dokja’ you know has scattered to the rest of the universe already.⸥
“You… Just what the hell did you do?” Han Sooyoung accuses.
⸢This wasn’t my doing. It’s what he himself wanted. After all, he knew your group would do something like this.⸥
…
⸢You all have done something terribly stupid. The conclusion the reader wanted was the only conclusion. Why did you try to change it?⸥
……
⸢You shouldn’t have been greedy. No, y o u sh oul d’ve be en con te nt wi th a pie c e of Kim Dok ja⸥
………
⸢Y o u lot ha ve me ss ed up y o ur con clu sion, and y o u wi ll no w be com e mi se ra ble⸥
You feel…
They were an annoying guy.
[ It takes him a moment, but he returns. ]
... The room will spit us out soon.
[ He tightens his hold on Dokja's hand, trying to snap him out of it.
... The room will spit us out soon.
[ He tightens his hold on Dokja's hand, trying to snap him out of it.
You and your companions regressed. You made it to the final scenario... You finally reached Kim Dokja, but you failed. You all have failed. The scene at the last train car still haunts you, with the letters and sentences coming from Kim Dokja's small body flit and flutter in the air.Mia... ]
... You feel. Empty.
“Orabeoni.”
Whenever Mia uses that term, she wants to ask you (for) something.
You knew that after going through many, many regressions, but you listen to her, anyway. You owe that to her after the many lives you've failed her, after having trained her and allowed her to suffer the scenarios alongside you another four years. This time, you were able to protect her. She did not need to die. She did not need to be sacrificed. Your sister is here in front of you because of a man, a man who is no longer here—Kim Dokja.
...
She quietly stares at you and you stare back, but you worry that she will read you. Mia is smart, intuitive, and knows you well. Maybe that's why her next string of words isn't so rude.
“Orabeoni, you did your very best. No one can do more or better than what you have already done.”
... Do you look so sad that your sister is comforting you? You're a poor excuse of an older brother, of a guardian, and you want to reassure her. Before you can utter a word, she climbs up on a chair and places her hand on the crown of your head. Pat pat. The child you've raised since infancy is trying to lift your spirits.
... It makes you feel worse, but grateful.
“Let’s stop and go back home.”
You can go back home, the ending that Kim Dokja gave you and everyone else. You don't answer back, but you pick her up from the chair and she settles on your arm. Holding her close, you give her a hug and she keeps patting your head.
You two have been through so much.
[ DEATH DAY DEATH DAY!! Joonghyuk grumbles as he's being pulled, but Dokja really is just pulling himself closer to Joonghyuk. Twink arms cannot wORK. ]
You can't just claim someone else's bed.
[ i said i would give you shitposty memories and here is the Journey to the West one.
You can't just claim someone else's bed.
[ i said i would give you shitposty memories and here is the Journey to the West one.
You and your companions are preparing for < Emperor >'s scenario, which is a rewrite of its most famous fable: Journey to the West. While morale has been low after losing Kim Dokja, your companions try to look forward. They try to focus on the fact the Kim Dokja is not dead (maybe, you all do not know), but instead kidnapped (that's better, right).He frowns cause he did end up wearing the outfit Sooyoung gave you. ]
Speaking of kidnapped, this reminds you that Lee Sookyung, Kim Dokja's own mother, didn't seem concerned when you spoke to her about the events that transpired when that fool summoned the Indescribably Distance to combat the Apocalypse dragon.
... Should you really not worry? Your thoughts wonder as Han Sooyoung lays down the plot of her rendition on the old tale. She starts casting your companions. Most importantly, the two kids will play Tang Sanzang together, then you will play Zhu Bajie.
This is fine, you thought, though you shoot her a look wondering if choosing you to be the pig is a spite cast. If anything, this... Becomes worse.
"Okay, so. You're going to play Zhu Bajie, but you're going to wear a half-open black vest and tight black jeans."
...
"Because the women of the village will fall for you, so this will start off our first small conflict for our to-be Sun Wukong. You're only good for your looks, anyway. Unless you have some acting skills?"
Everyone looks to you, curious.
"Don't worry, master! Seduce them," your disciple, Lee Jihye, gives you an unnecessary thumbs up.
You have nothing to say, but you're... Tired. Dealing with all of them is tiring, but you know they are trying their best to forget the pain that throbs underneath from loss.
[ Shut up, his arms are putting in work. At least until they're laying comfortably in bed. ]
We're sharing.
[ and then the memory happens.
...
just plops his face into Joonghyuk's shoulder. he's shaking a little. ...yeah he's just laughing. ]
R-Right... that outfit.
We're sharing.
[ and then the memory happens.
...
just plops his face into Joonghyuk's shoulder. he's shaking a little. ...yeah he's just laughing. ]
R-Right... that outfit.
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