the death meme

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the death meme


(CONTENT WARNING. This is a meme about death and may deal with suicide, depression, extreme violence, illnesses, etc.)

This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die.


CAUSE OF DEATH

1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligence, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of.

2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!

3 - Suicide. There is no hope for you, and no way out. You've reached the absolute bottom pits of despair, and the only recourse you have is to take your own life. Someone shows up to stop you... but they're too late to help you now.

4 - Terminal illness. You have cancer, or tuberculosis, or cholera back when people got cholera. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.

5 - Starvation. So thirsty. So hungry. Maybe you've been traveling in the desert for hours, or maybe you're just really poor. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because you're slowly wasting away until you're nothing but skin and bones.

6 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country?

7 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?

TIME LEFT

1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise.

2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)

3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.

4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them.

5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?

RELATIONSHIP

1 - Lovers. This is your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistress, whatever you call them they were the person you wanted to spend your life with. Too bad you don't have much of a life to spend with them anymore.

2 - Siblings. Your beloved little or older sibling is just standing there, watching you slowly waste away before their eyes. Can you say anything to comfort them? Note that it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted literally; adopted siblings and friends so close they might as well be siblings work too.

3 - Parent and child. Nothing is worse than a parent having to bury their child... except, maybe, a young child now alone in the world after losing their parent. As with the sibling prompt, this can be expanded to include parental figures and people who are LIKE a father/mother to you as well as actual biological parents.

4 - Co-workers, teammates or classmates. You were fighting for the same side. Or you worked together in the same office for years. Or they sat behind you in biology all semester. However you met, how do your react when you find out someone who used to be a fixture in your life is going to die?

5 - Friends. You're the best of friends! You go everywhere together, know all each other's secrets, and are never seen apart. At least, you didn't use to be. Now one of you is dying and the other one is left alone in the world. Or maybe you're dying together. Wait, is that better or worse?

6 - Bitter enemies. You hate, hate, HATE this person. In fact, maybe you killed them. Or they killed you. Or maybe nobody killed anybody and they're just bitter that Mother Nature got to you before they did. Regardless, they want to confront you one last time before you bite it, if only to rub your nose in your imminent demise and their ability to outlive you.


HOW IT WORKS:
1. Post your character and preference
2. Respond to others.
3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.
4. Have fun!



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My body is not ready

[punful]

He's moving as soon as something hits Papyrus. Or not moving, technically. Screw secrecy, screw all those reasons for never telling Papyrus about his full abilities. He teleports, lands near the yellow spot in the ground, and his eye is already alight because this thing is attacking his brother, is hurting him, and he heard something break just now, heard that horrible echoing snap of bone breaking.

The Blasters are out and he has long enough to register that it's that damn flower, and the thing is laughing, and Sans fires all three Blasters at its grinning face, but it ducks into the ground and is gone. The Blaster beams melt the snow and tear the earth apart, but the flower is gone, leaving nothing but laughter behind.

He takes a second, eye flickering, making sure it's really gone, making sure it won't hurt his brother anymore. Then he teleports again. Lands next to Papyrus. Goes down on his knees beside him and oh god, it's worse than he thought. It's so much worse. His head is cracked, his spine is...it's in pieces...

"h-hold on, paps, i got you. i got you, bro. just hold on. it's...it's gonna be okay. i, i gotta heal you..."

He's terrible at healing. His hands shake as he reaches for his brother.

[everyonecanbekind]

It feels like there's water in his skull. Sounds like Sans is trying to speak to him underwater; muffled and a little muted, but understandable. The fingers of his gloves are slack, and slide a little on his hands. As hard as it is to hear Sans, relief floods him. He smiles as much as he can muster, wanting to take that shaking hand in his own and nod, and then get up and go home and make spaghetti. Get ready for when the human falls. Which feels like it'll be any day now.

The eye directly underneath the fissure on his head shuts, granting him some small kind of pain relief.

"you're here," he tries. As if he weren't expecting Sans to come at all. The heavy set crack in his spine swells and throbs with his magic, as if his essence doesn't even know how to go about repairing the problem.

"i th-think that he was," his teeth tighten together uncomfortably for a moment. "upset. m-maybe i st-st-st," he shakes aggressively for a few seconds. "...startled him?"

[punful]

He holds onto his brother, wondering if he can even...can Papyrus even feel him anymore? His spine is shattered, held together only with magic. Sans has never seen Papyrus this badly injured before. Never. He's gotten his fair share of bumps and bruises over the years--that's what happens when you're as active and rambunctious as Papyrus--but nothing like this.

Can this even be...?

He grits his teeth. Don't think about it. Just heal him.

He calls on the magic, but it's faint, always so faint and just barely tinted green. It sinks into Papyrus's bones but it doesn't want to hold on. It just sort of...flows through, like Papyrus isn't really there. Sans just has to try harder. Just do better.

"no, don't say that." His voice shakes. "this wasn't your fault. this...you didn't do anything wrong, bro. how could you have done anything worth this? i...i should have known. i knew something was off about that flower. i...i should have..."

He pushes harder, but the magic just won't take. Sweat trickles down his skull. His eyesocket flares brighter as he puts all his strength behind it, trying harder than he ever has. He can't let this happen. He won't. But the magic won't take. It flutters around Papyrus like pointless moths. Nothing happens. Papyrus's HP doesn't increase.

"come on...come on, please, just work..."

Is this really all he can do? Is he really this weak?

[everyonecanbekind]

"no," his arm moves a heavy glove over Sans' hand softly. If Sans were to have moved his hand even a little, the glove would have come with him.

"he must have had a g-good reason, sans...maybe he wa-was...afraid," Papyrus says, wincing when Sans tries to force the magic to work. He knows Sans has never been a great healer. It has never made Papyrus love him less. He wants to tell that to Sans. I love you. Don't be afraid. His mind wanders to his lack of feeling in his hands. The way his boot falls to the side softly in the snow. He wants to tell Sans. Say something. Say anything.

"am...i going to fall down?"

He's afraid.

[punful]

Sans sucks a breath through his teeth when Papyrus takes his hand, a small sound escaping him. This can't be...this can't be happening. There's going to be that snap-stutter any minute now, right? Time will unravel, roll backward. This won't have to be real anymore.

"people don't always need a reason, bro. some people are just..."

He's tried to explain this before, but Papyrus has never believed him. Anyone can be good if they try, but so few of them try. Papyrus always just wanted to believe the best of people, even the worst people. Even the flower who--

"no." He tries harder, and he's so bad at trying hard, so bad at effort, but the glow encompasses his entire eyesocket as he strains the magic to its limits. It crackles around his skull and down his arms, but it's such a faint green, trying so hard to go back to its usual white or electric blue.

"ghh, no. no, you're not gonna...you're gonna be just f-fine. someone will come. i just...this just needs to work...i'm not gonna lose you, papyrus. please. please, just..."

Stay with me.

The magic won't work. Won't take. He's too weak and Papyrus is too hurt and he was never any good at healing magic and he should have practiced, should have been better, should have focused more on this instead of either of his blue magic, what's the point of blue magic now when his brother is...he's...

Dying. He's dying. He's hurt and suffering and dying.

He's going to lose his brother.

The magic gives out, dissipates uselessly into the air. The glow in Sans's eyesocket fades and he bows his head over his brother, breathing hard.

"just. hold on. i'll try again."

[everyonecanbekind]

His forearm crumbles out from under the glove and the glove falls to the ground, grey dust peaking through. Papyrus stares at it for a moment. His glove. Filled with dust.

Papyrus looks at Sans. So tired. Both of them are.

"fluffy bunny hopped th-through the gardens," he says. "he hid in a f-flower pot. do you remember?"

Papyrus smiles sadly, trying to open his other eye to give Sans his proper attention. "they always got a h-happy ending...all of their friends found them," the tips of his shattered skull fizz and slowly fall apart.

"you too," it's hard to talk. "you, too."

[punful]

Dust. There's dust. Gray against the snow. Empty clothing falling away.

It's real.

This is real.

Sans leans down and hugs his brother tightly. There's wetness on his cheekbones. He can't remember when he started crying.

"you're supposed to outlive me." His voice is breaking. "i was supposed to go first. you--you need to outlive me. you're--gonna join the royal guard. you've got so much left to do. you can't go. you can't go before me. i'm just..."

One HP. Should have gone ages ago. Kept living, despite everything. Some kind of stubbornness, some kind of inertia. Some kind of unwillingness to leave his brother behind. Had to look after his brother. Until he knew he'd be okay without him.

Papyrus is a thousand times better than him. He was supposed to live forever. The world needs more people like Papyrus. No one needs another Sans.

His fingers curl into Papyrus's scarf.

"yeah. i remember. but you haven't gotten your bedtime story yet tonight, bro. you...you know you can't sleep without it. come on, sleepybones. i...i got a good one."

Something. He has to do something. One last thing.

"once upon a time, there was a very fluffy bunny...and...he was the nicest bunny you could ever hope to meet. and he...he had a brother. the brother was smaller and less fluffy and extremely lazy."

[everyonecanbekind]

"th-they were happy," he says with a quick laugh. "fluffy b-bunny, yelled, but he...loves sans," Sans hugs him, and he sighs at the contact. Braced for pain, but...he feels nothing. His other eye shuts. The deterioration of his skull claims his left eye first.

"all of fluffy bun-bunny's friends love sans, too," his words pick up. How long would he have? He needs to speak. His soul trembles in his chest and he wills it calm.

"so sans w-was never alone. th-they all...take care of eachother," his legs are gone. The black fabric covering his bones lays empty against the white snow. His boots messily disregarded where his feet should be.

"i-it's okay. it's okay."

It's not clear who he's trying to comfort here.

[punful]

"they were happy," he agrees. "they cared about each other a lot."

His grip tightens.

"they had so many friends."

This is happening.

"everyone looked after each other."

He holds his brother.

"and...they knew they'd...always be together."

Pretends it's not dust he's holding.

"because they were...family. so...even when they were alone...they...w-weren't really alone. even when fluffy bunny's brother couldn't follow him..."

He sobs into his brother's scarf. It comes out small and strangled.

"he would always just say...goodnight, fluffy bunny. because it's only goodnight until tomorrow."

Stupid. Not good at this. Not good at telling stories. Not good at comforting people. Not good at anything.

[everyonecanbekind]

"only g-goodnight until...tomorrow."

He smiles again, against Sans. Vision is blurry. Nothing hurts. Sans is here. Everything is okay...everything is okay.

"i will...see you tomorrow.

i love you, brother."

He can't hold on anymore-- vision fades quickly. The deterioration trickles toward the soul from both his spine and his head. His soul flashes in his chest for a moment and the scarf if left, held in Sans' hands limply.

It's his favorite symbol of greatness. Red boots, to be ran in, to strike cool poses in. A chestplate made to fit the muscle that Papyrus would have someday. To impress his friends. To be showered in kisses every morning and hugged when he says goodbye.

And dust. Laid neatly in an outline of where his body once lay.

Goodnight.

[punful]

"i love y..."

Papyrus is gone before he can finish.

Dust trickles through his finger bones. There's nothing left. He's still holding the scarf. He stares at the fabric, the red blurring through his tears.

"i love you, too. goodnight."

Not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair. It was supposed to be Sans. Should have been Sans.

Why is he still here? Why does he have to be the one left?

He buries his face in the scarf and cries.