Fics like damn the dying (and dying and dying)

Your name is Dave Strider. You are dead. Game over. You tried to trick Sburb and the game just spit in your face and made you fight the biggest enemy you’ve seen since Jack Noir killed your Bro and royally fucked over not just your session, but the troll’s session too. You’ve probably now also fucked over the other kids’ session, just by dragging all your shitty bullshit into their probably-fine session. It’s just… you don’t feel dead. You feel very alive, in fact. Your internal clock is still ticking, even though you know your death was heroic enough to count as a real one. Your body is lying somewhere, something that doesn’t feel fuzzy the way the dream bubbles did, and warm air hits your arms, which are bare. You’re not in your godtier clothes. You open your eyes and find yourself in your bedroom. or, Dave comes back home after he dies. There is something wrong about that.

Fics like damn the dying (and dying and dying)

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