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Poison Guy

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Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please fucking answer. Please answer. Please answer. Please answer. please answer. Please

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Poison Guy

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Do you have any idea what you did, Zoe? It feels like you should. You’ve been doing this a lot longer than Alice has by certain definitions of interpretating time loops. That isn’t my specialty. I’m a Poison Guy who lives in Seattle. I’m not a Timeloop Guy. I do poisons. I got cursed by a wizard named Edward so that I can secrete poisons from my skin. That’s what I am.

You were always the one that lied, Zoe. For as long as I’ve known about you. You’re the liar. Nothing you say was supposed to be taken as true. That’s how it’s always been from the very beginning. But now you got an ending with Alice. Your story is over.

Do you have any idea what you did, Zoe? And if you told me “Yes, I do”, could I trust that?

If you told me “No, I don’t”, is that better?

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Poison Guy

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I want to start by saying that the sea looks beautiful today. I want to start by telling you that I love how it looks when the stormclouds start parting like armies routed by the cavalier sunbeams piercing through the enemy lines to breach the gray waves and turn them blue. I want to start by saying that I can feel the cold, clammy sand beneath my toes as I dig my feet into wet low tide, and that I don’t mind when I accidentally cut the sole of my left foot on a bit of oyster shell. I want to be happy for you, Zoe. For as long as I’ve known you, you were never really happy. You were just really, really good at putting on a happy face. So good that every time I saw you and Alice it felt like I just wanted you back. And every time, you would make some excuse to come back. You wouldn’t stay for long. The loop would be coming back around by that point. You’d need to go back to the start again. But that was okay, because I got to be there for it. I got to see it all happen.

Zoe, I want to tell you how happy I am for you and Alice. But I’m not as good at lying as you are. Please answer.

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Dolarion Omnipotent, the

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Greetings Honorable Alchemist Zykocea the Radiant, if that is your real name. I am Dolarion the Omnipotent. I have been informed by a mutual acquaintance that you have succeeded in your goal of awakening your beloved, the Venom Mage Dark Queen Alkaxicae, to the nature of your imprisonment, and that she has successfully broken your bindings.

Please be aware that this was a great and terrible thing. Please be aware that there are consequences for doing this. Please be aware that we are trying to reach out to you about your car’s extended warranty, Zykocea the Radiant, and about a great deal many other things.

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Poison Guy

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Zoe, when you were just the lying god trapped in an endless cycle of a meaningful journey, you were given very specific rules to follow. So was Alice. You have both broken those rules and I don’t know where either of you are now but it’s important that you know what’s going on. You turned this into a story, Zoe. Do you have any idea what that means?

You made yourselves the main characters. And then your story ended.

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Poison Guy

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Fuck you I hate you fuck you I hate you fuck you FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. IS ANYONE EVEN FUCKING READING THIS? WAS THIS ALL A FUCKING TRAGEDY FOR EVERYONE THAT ISN’T YOU?

WE’RE STILL HERE ASSHOLES YOU DON’T GET TO ESCAPE THAT EASILY

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Sorry. That was rude of me. Please let me try again.

When you ended the story you turned the timeloop into a narrative, and you made yourself and Alice both the main characters of the narrative and also the writers of the narrative.

You made yourselves into a story about two lonely gods on a road trip in love and trying to make that love strong enough to be a romance and not a timeloop.

Fuck. This isn’t working, is it? I’m not getting through to you like this. Of course I’m not. I wasn’t supposed to be able to have my own point of view.

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I can’t make the main characters understand what it’s like to be an anciliary plot point. I can’t make you understand what I mean when I say I only exist for you and Alice to grow as people. You only made me because you wanted to spend more time with her. I’m only the tiniest piece of your stories, I’m never even shown onscreen, but at least I’ve got it better than Merlin or Dolarion. I’ve definitely got it better than the Oldest Ones.

Zoe, do you have any idea what it’s like to be the Oldest Ones, except that you were born retroactively after being mentioned by a (relatively) young god stuck in a perpetual 3 day birth-and-death-and-rebirth cycle? By definition, you made it so that the Oldest Ones are not actually the Oldest Ones. They’re bit roles. They’re one-off statements to build a grander tapestry for your world. We all are here because you made a story big enough for all of us to be in it.

But you’re not in it anymore. You’re gone.

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Picture this, for me, Zoe. Picture a stormy night. There’s no moon. No stars. The power is out all across Seattle. It’s kind of cold, but not as bad as it could be. You’re standing on the waterfront, with your back to the city, and you’re staring as hard as you can out into the distance.

Could you tell, exactly, where sky stopped and sea began? Where the world ended and the horizon started? If you look at the beach, it’s like the whole world has turned into the endless abyss lapping up sand like a thirsty dog. You can drown in a sky that isn’t there, because that’s all there is.

That’s what it’s like, basically, trying to get you to hear any of what I’m telling you. I sit at the edge of the city limits of Seattle, I put my mouth right up to the point where my world stops and everything you haven’t said existed starts, and I whisper and I scream all these things and more into the remnants of what you left behind because the hope is that one day you’ll hear something any come back to finish what you never started.

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Poison Guy

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Dolarion’s gone. The Oldest Ones are gone. Merlin’s gone. Silver Tongue Burgess was born dead in an oil fire. It’s just me, the poison guy who lives here in Seattle, and I’m surrounded by sea and something that doesn’t exist anymore.

It’s really lonely. You’d think that by saying “all the poison guys you knew live in Seattle” that there’d be more of us, right? Except you only knew me. Which meant I’m the only one Alice ever heard about. She didn’t ever meet me. I never spoke to her. Technically speaking I never spoke to you, either, Zoe. I didn’t get to say a word. You spoke for me. You spoke for all of us, and none of it was true.

But I was the destination in a way that mattered enough to Alice to make me sort of true when you made this a story. That has to mean something, doesn’t it?

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Poison Guy

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I’m choosing to believe it means something, Zoe. I’m choosing to believe that I can mean something in a way that matters. I don’t have a face or a body or a name or a reason to exist that isn’t you and Alice and being in love. But I do have a belief that the love means something to me.

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Poison Guy

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You aren’t hearing this, are you, Zoe? You never were. You never could. I’m angry at something less than a ghost. I’m angry at a story because it ended, which ghosts like me don’t get to do. You left behind the narrative because ending it mattered to you, and you left me behind, and I’m haunting it.