he's kneeling still, though the aches and pains he's grown accustomed to are gone. no bruises on his knees from falling, no scrapes up his arm for being shoved, no loose teeth. not a bandage in sight and he stares at his hands for a moment, confused.
ah. that wasn't real. it was never real. it was just a memory of a fake place. the trench did that sometimes.
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he glances over to mewo, then the lightbulb, then sunny. sunny was never in that world, why was he part of it? mob vaguely remembers that day but it didn't go like that. there was no new students. no one ever stood up for him. everyone laughed.
it wasn't real. he blinks once more, standing slowly. was this a dream?]
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he's kneeling still, though the aches and pains he's grown accustomed to are gone. no bruises on his knees from falling, no scrapes up his arm for being shoved, no loose teeth. not a bandage in sight and he stares at his hands for a moment, confused.
ah. that wasn't real. it was never real. it was just a memory of a fake place. the trench did that sometimes.
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he glances over to mewo, then the lightbulb, then sunny. sunny was never in that world, why was he part of it? mob vaguely remembers that day but it didn't go like that. there was no new students. no one ever stood up for him. everyone laughed.
it wasn't real. he blinks once more, standing slowly. was this a dream?]
Sunny...?