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wintersday) wrote2020-06-14 05:48 pm
wintersday) wrote2020-06-14 05:48 pm
Entry tags:
- character: friendsim: folykl,
- character: friendsim: kuprum,
- character: friendsim: marsti,
- fandom: homestuck: friendsim,
- fanfic,
- fanfic: length: under 1k,
- fanfic: rating: teen,
- fanfic: type: f/f,
- fanfic: type: f/m,
- format: microfiction,
- pairing: friendsim: folykl/kuprum,
- pairing: friendsim: folykl/marsti,
- trope: 5+1,
- trope: angst,
- trope: au - canon divergence
Fic: Counterfactuals
Title: Counterfactuals
Fandom: Friendsim
Major Characters/Pairings: Folykl/Marsti, Folykl/Kuprum
Wordcount: 300 words (6 mini-fics)
Rating: Teen
POV: Third person
Summary: Glimpses of five endings that never were, and one possible future
Content notes: Major character death
Notes: Written for a challenge to fit a classic 5 Things fic into 300 words.
1.
Alone, she lays her head on a plastic bag – to rest, she tells herself, but every second is a slow winding down, an equalization of energy. There’s no cure for this; the whole universe will get there in the end. She’s just one step ahead of the curve, that’s all.
2.
The drones find her at midday, and the only warning is the crack of plywood planks overhead and a beam of searing sun across her face.
Kuprum fries the first, but more are closing in, behind, above. They’re not there for him. She knows he isn’t going to leave her.
3.
It hurts to move. She has to move.
The cerulean is too busy making Kuprum lift a shard of glass to his own throat to notice her. She grabs the fucker’s ankle, drains him fast and hard.
There’s still the indigo.
Kuprum is free now, furious, but not fast enough.
4.
Getting on board is tough, but hiding is easy. She just needs to think like she’s nothing, and she is. As for sabotage, Okimaw gets the shit she needs – no charge, no need to ask why.
Explosions kill the lucky ones. The rest? Death by vacuum is a fucking bitch.
5.
The sky is full of falling stars.
Marsti tells her this – grabs her arm, talks about portals opening and light beyond, says she doesn’t want a space rock to be what kills her.
“You think there’s a choice?”
“There’s always a choice,” Marsti says, and kisses her, and doesn’t stop.
+1.
Marsti insists they’re still not safe, but no one’s safe, so whatever. She pokes Kuprum in his nest of wires.
“Hey,” she says. “Do a barrel roll.”
He laughs and tells her to suck it. There’s no strain in his voice, like there was when they first got him free.
Fandom: Friendsim
Major Characters/Pairings: Folykl/Marsti, Folykl/Kuprum
Wordcount: 300 words (6 mini-fics)
Rating: Teen
POV: Third person
Summary: Glimpses of five endings that never were, and one possible future
Content notes: Major character death
Notes: Written for a challenge to fit a classic 5 Things fic into 300 words.
1.
Alone, she lays her head on a plastic bag – to rest, she tells herself, but every second is a slow winding down, an equalization of energy. There’s no cure for this; the whole universe will get there in the end. She’s just one step ahead of the curve, that’s all.
2.
The drones find her at midday, and the only warning is the crack of plywood planks overhead and a beam of searing sun across her face.
Kuprum fries the first, but more are closing in, behind, above. They’re not there for him. She knows he isn’t going to leave her.
3.
It hurts to move. She has to move.
The cerulean is too busy making Kuprum lift a shard of glass to his own throat to notice her. She grabs the fucker’s ankle, drains him fast and hard.
There’s still the indigo.
Kuprum is free now, furious, but not fast enough.
4.
Getting on board is tough, but hiding is easy. She just needs to think like she’s nothing, and she is. As for sabotage, Okimaw gets the shit she needs – no charge, no need to ask why.
Explosions kill the lucky ones. The rest? Death by vacuum is a fucking bitch.
5.
The sky is full of falling stars.
Marsti tells her this – grabs her arm, talks about portals opening and light beyond, says she doesn’t want a space rock to be what kills her.
“You think there’s a choice?”
“There’s always a choice,” Marsti says, and kisses her, and doesn’t stop.
+1.
Marsti insists they’re still not safe, but no one’s safe, so whatever. She pokes Kuprum in his nest of wires.
“Hey,” she says. “Do a barrel roll.”
He laughs and tells her to suck it. There’s no strain in his voice, like there was when they first got him free.