minecraft is unrealistic

[vagabone]

Who: Héctor, anyone
What: His spirit is as dead as he is.
When: July 25th
Where: Enso
Warnings: Mild injury, and a truckload of d e s p a i r to start with.

It's mid afternoon, one year and then some after he first arrived on the beaches of the island. The thirteenth month. Thirteen's been said to be an unlucky number. Certainly it's not doing him any favors.

As good and kind as everyone is... it's just not enough. Not every day. There's only one thing that ever will be, one thing which he always seems to be denied, one way or another. Granted, not much about his situation is new, when it comes down to it, but then neither are these deep black moods. There were no failures this year. No bridge. Nothing to try. Everything's perfectly fine until he can't fake it anymore, because everything is not fine.

He had four pleasant days with his family, after so long dreaming of them. Was that it? Is that all he'll ever have? And there's no reason for it, seeing as there's very little he can do someone else can't do better. Of course, if he hadn't been so stupid, he would have had many years with them before being drawn to this world, not only four days... stupid, stupid, stupid. He's always been stupid. It explodes outwards as anger first, for a few minutes, but that's hard to sustain for him. So...

He's just lying on the ground, in the leaves underneath a tree, no smile on his face and cracks spiderwebbing through all the bones of one hand. Don't punch trees if you have no padding on your hands, you won't like the results. He doesn't want to get up, he doesn't want to goof off, joke around, play games, none of that. There's... nothing. No point at all.

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[journalname]

Of all the things Asgore deserves, missing people while stuck on these islands is easily the least of it. He just has to accept it.

"They have. And these things never do seem to last forever." His own previous experience was rather different from this one - not unique, unfortunately, but not quite like this. There's plenty of other people who have been to other worlds in one form or another, though, and obviously none of them stayed there forever.

[vagabone]

So, so many worlds. Far too many people of Enso who came here from a place very similar for Héctor's comfort. He deserves it too, in his own way... no one forced him to leave his family.

"No, not from what I've been told. I'm... being ridiculous." But. There is a but. "...But I don't think I can do this."

[journalname]

Asgore thinks back to the first few years after his children died, after Toriel was gone.

"No. But I suppose there is nothing else to be done."

[vagabone]

"I know. I know, I have to do this. Can't lay here for all eternity."

Shouldn't, that's the word he ought to have said. Because he certainly can lie in the muck and wet leaves, forever and ever and ever.