What has you feeling so down, Canary?
"..."
"Seeing all of these people, having that run-in with the... Uh... You's from this Multiverse, it reminded me of how much we don't belong here."
And? Doesn't mean we can't be here.
"No, but it's- Mm..."
"..."
"Oh! It's like having all of your puzzle pieces put together, only to realize the puzzle came with an extra piece. There's no space for it. It doesn't fit in anywhere because all of the possible spots for it is taken."
I suppose we are this extra piece in the metaphor.
"...yeah."
Fuck it. We'll make our own space. Give us a knife.
"There are no knives in this metaphor, Reaper."
There are now, bitch.
Language.
Permission to swear word.
Denied.
"I can't take you guys anywhere."
You don't have a choice.
Truly.
"Don't agree with each other, it's weird."
You're weird.
"..."
"I can't deny that."
Neither of us can.
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Random Short Stories/Written Ideas
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