Before you read this, read Passerine on AO3 by thcscus(blujamas)
All credit to them, this is just my take on if Techno remembered his sister's name.
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She stopped in the middle of the path, staring forward with a stare that only resembled the dead.
Dead- blue eyes- Tom-?
He shook his head. He doesn't know anyone named Tommy, why would that thought appear in his head?
Continuing the eerily dead stare forward, her monotone voice sounded the words, "What's my name?"
He flinched. Why- Of course he knows- it's... It's, uhm..
Why can't he remember?
Her head snapped to look at him, cold, late eyes staring into his soul.
"He did it. It's not your fault, brother."
Her voice held no empathy, though. It was a chorus exactly like the voices- dream, dream, dream- Of a thousand dead souls, dead lives, innocent and unliving by his hands, his scarred, cold dead hands.
It's supposed to be paradise- don't fall for it, it's not a paradise.
He'd never heard that voice before- it wasn't them- green god, green god, green god- it wasn't the dead chorus living in his head. It was familiar, though. Who..?
"You know it. I'll forgive you if you remember.
"Remember.. Techno... remember.
"You know my NAME. REMEMBER? REMEMBER? YOU KILLED HIM. WHAT'S HIS NAME? WHAT'S HER NAME? REMEMBER HER?
"TECHNO. YOU KNOW IT-"
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.
.
"...Ellenor?"
Everything stopped. The leaves paused in the air, their no longer decent defying gravity. Time itself stopped.
Y̷̱̗͑̏̈́͗o̶͎̐̃͐u̸̖̎̈́ ̵̝͉̔̅w̴͉͔̒́̚ę̵̛̺ȑ̴̠̥̖̼̿́e̸̝̻̍n̵͉̬̳͚̄͝'̸͎̻͇̈́ţ̸̧̦̞̓ ̵͈̰̱̾̌͝s̴͙͆u̴̳̪̯͉̓̃p̴͓̈͂̀p̷͇̏͑̿̓o̵̥̻͍͔̽ş̵͕̯̯̅̈e̸͇̖͌͗͜d̴̻̏ ̸͈̬̲̮̔̃t̷͍͂̏ǫ̶̀͌ ̶̣̎̾͐͋k̶̹̟̊ṋ̴̰̣̳̓̕͝o̴͉̅̈ẉ̷͈͛̀ ̷̡̢̤͕̓͒̉͑t̷̗͆̿̒̚ḥ̶̛̑͜ͅa̸̦͒̾̄t̴̜̗͍̮̂̈̀̏.̵̖̩̹̪̄̅
Ellenor, Samantha, Greyson, Angelica, Sterling, Techno. Mom, Elizabeth, and Dad, Theseus.
S̸͎̿̊̓͐̏̕t̶͉̙̝̩͇̟̓̅̈͜o̸̧͛̇̌p̷͖̒̍͌̿ ̵͎̫͖̹͔͒̈̽̎̀͆̓ͅǏ̸̻̥̠̲̑̔̄̈̔͛T̸̡̢̜͔̗̥̦̂.̸̫̥͚͖̔̿̂ ̸̯̖͒̈́͌͘S̸̞͉̈T̵̳͉̏̎͋̑͆͐O̵̡̧͈̬̪̣̎̐̈́͒̑̕P̸̧̛̹͙̈́̐̕ ̶̡̪͙̯̤̱̀̇̏̍͆ͅȊ̵̩͕͉̖́̉̃̍͗̔T̷̢̢̬̳͚͚͈̀͊͛͆́͝.̴͚̟͈̠͔̰̔͌̋̎͝͠
He looked at her, and saw a smile he barely remembered.
"I love you Techno."
He looked down and saw the small girl hugging his waist.
Ŷ̷͇̀̈̃͐͝o̵̜̥̩͕͇̮͔̥̺̲̜̍̆̀̀̔͗̿̏͜ų̴̛̛͕̥̫͖̤̜̗̮̲͙̥̋̔̐̌̇̈́̋̀͝͝'̵̲͐͊̅̚ṟ̷̘̠͖̖͍̦̺̩̠̪̉̈̒͆̅̑̔̈̏͠ĕ̶̥̘̕ͅ ̸̧̛̮̱͈̜̯̖͕͉̖̭̃̈́̋͆̎̈́̆̕͝͝ͅͅr̶̯̦̭̭̼̼͉͉͎̣͂͒͛͋́͒͗̔͘ͅù̴̗͎͔͙͕̂̈͆̊͗̀̌̔̄̈̚͝ī̷̧̧͙̙͈͎͎̍̉̓̀̏͝͝ñ̷̲̯͋̿́͆͋̿ì̸̻̣͓̠̀͌͋̌̆̉͘͠n̸͇̙̲̙̹̈́͛g̵̛̣̑́̓͆̇̍͘͝͝ ̸̧̗̭̺͑̌͋̾͝m̸̨̨̡̬͈̺̼̮̎͊́̐͑͗̌̊͗͆͒͘ẙ̶͕̜̝̼̝͗̓̃̈̆ ̷̰̮̯̯̲͖̱̄s̵̨̩̜̞͔̖̲̈́̓̂̇͛͋̆͊͊͌̕t̶̢̜̬̮͓͗̎̈́̿ơ̴̠̝̮͋͒̋͝ř̴̛͓̓̄̀͆̓̚͝ỷ̵̛͙̔͊̈̚.̷̛̺͉̖̩̲̤̗͍̣́͐́̀͗̎̍̅̀ͅ
This isn't right Techno.
We can stop him.
Come with us.
It's the familiar voice again..
"Techno, let's go home̶͕͋.̵̗̓"̶̰̖̒͗ The little girl clinging to his waist climbed onto his back, and up his shoulders.
He had a sinking feeling in his stomach.
It only grew the closer he got to the small cottage in the woods.
A pair of black wings and a head of curly brown hair landed behind the two with a whooshing sound.
He turned around, skeptically, and hid the demo- little girl behind him protectively.
As he stared at the two, flashes appeared in his head.
...
A flash of blonde hair, running towards another blonde. A corpse falling, dead before he hit the ground. A war god breathing his last breath, with a swirl of green, blue, purple, and yellow in his mind. A dead, but still colorful, swirl, of a memory he once knew.
...
A dance of war, a dance of battle. With the confidence of the ground meeting him, not the other way around. When the Blood God retreated, the Angel of Death struck.
...
Archery lessons. A head of brown curls hitting the ground over, and over. Arrows missing. Kicks aimed poorly.
...
A sad guitar-
...
Green God.
Techno screamed.
This isn't real.
Dream killed his family, using his body as a puppet.
Ellenor is dead. She isn't coming back.
No more puddles. No more frogs. No more wishes.
He pulled the child off of his shoulders gently, and ushered her home.
She didn't ask any questions.
"Phil. We need to go get him."
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Not very long, it's just what I think would've happened if he knew her name.
As I said before, all credit to Blujamas, the story is amazing, I cried around 7 times, 5 during the fic, the other 3 as I watched Sad-ists animatic and remembered everything lmfao
Please go read Passerine, I know links don't work in books, so I'll put it in my bio. blujamas, thcscus(blujamas) on AO3.
-Arctic
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