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of every universe we could have been born into together by anonalous
Fandoms: Unstable Universe (Web Series)
14 Jul 2026
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There's a quiet thought that he wishes he could take this moment and hold it forever, keeping it in place and cherishing it until time collapses. Maybe one day, this moment could be their everyday life. Where nothing would get in their way and they could be anything.
“Spoke?” They interrupt the silence.
“What's up?” The void creature tilts his head over slightly as his daydreams get broken.
“Do you ever think about what life would look like if we weren’t best friends?”
Jamato dreams about a conversation from a different timeline.
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- Part 5 of anon's UU fanfics
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Night's Nice, Something Stupid, How Are You? by Shifternix
Fandoms: Unstable Universe (Web Series)
15 Jul 2026
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Life's stupid, how are you?
Mapicc and Spoke smoking atop a balcony, thinking about stuff
(NOTE: The Mature rating is only for mentions of triggering topics like drugs n stuff!!!)
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Was It Always Going to End Like This? by Velikyun
Fandoms: Unstable Universe (Web Series)
15 Jul 2026
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Spoke falls, bearing the weight of his sins.
Jamato blinded by his hatred, could no longer see a way out of the mess they've made.
And there was always one way out of Purgatory.
Death.
But unbeknownst to them, the universe didn't seem to agree with that statement.
It should not be Death, it should be Love.
Because the universe loves you and You are Love.
So, let the game end.
Let it end and wake up again.
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Or Spoke got sent back to the very beginning, decided to throw the script away and retire.
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“—Mapicc!!” Sniffling, teary-eyed. Spoke whined.
“Spoke! It’s okay, you’re alright” Mapicc says. Meanwhile, Spoke crashes into Mapicc, hugging him tight.
Or, a devious duo fanfic where Spoke has recurring nightmares after defeating the Mafia.
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"But nothing ended," Spoke would hear from his friend. "Not then."
"No," he affirmed, as if it was a statement even worth affirming. He'd come to terms with it a long time before. "No, it hadn't."
Back then, on the Mafia's grounds, they were but a bunch of children running around to serve commands. One, two, and the third. Not a name, hardly a symbol to call their own, much alike fish in a school. Or the apples, fallen down.
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Two still figures, laying on the ground on a late evening. The sunset doesn't last, and neither do they.
Series
- Part 10 of karma's uu/ls fics
- Part 4 of ALT CTRL DEL