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𝖭𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁, 𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅...
𝖭𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅...
𝖭𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽...
𝖭𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎...
𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜...
You can be as brave as possible, you can please them both, but you'll still
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹...
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 ........ 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵
𝄞 ──♩──♪♫──♬─𝅗𝅥───────────────
It was pouring.
Rain droplets hitting the window with a rather loud thud for a singular raindrop. As if the sky was bawling its eyes out in anger; lightning bolts hitting the ground lighting the sky up.
One side, a certain someone's PC was left open on Minecraft as on the other side,
Ze was on the phone pacing back and forth in the tight hallway of his house.
As he opened his mouth to respond, the call suddenly went silent, causing his words to vanish from his brain, his attention immediately switching to the whereabouts of the call. He checked his phone, just to see it had been turned off.. Well, he remembered that he needed to charge his phone. Looks like he completely forgot about it, how embarrassing.
Walking towards the charger stand, ze plugged the charger into the wall and grabbed the small white wire to plug the connector into the charger port.
But the second that he connected the port to his phone..
𝑩𝒛𝒛𝒛𝒕!
"Fuck, the power went out."
Shadows washing over the house, the smell of rain taking over the whole living era of the human it felt so..
Scary?
Comforting?
"It's rather annoying."
Ah, thank you ze.
It's rather annoying that he cannot charge his phone, and it looks like he has nothing to do either.
There was no guarantee that the power was coming back anytime soon, so it's better to make sure that the electronics we have left in the house remain active. In case an emergency happens.
ᴛɪᴄᴋ,
ᴛᴏᴄᴋ.
ᴛɪᴄᴋ,
ᴛᴏᴄᴋ
ᴛɪᴄᴋ,
ᴛᴏᴄᴋ
ᴛɪᴄᴋ,
ᴛᴏᴄᴋ.
Ze sighs, bored out of his mind, listening to the clacks of the arrows on the clock.
This wasn't going anywhere.
And that was his last thought before going to bed.
Ze woke up to the sweet smell of flowers. He couldn't recognize his surroundings looking around,
An ominous fog filled the field with white clovers.
Trying to stand up, his vision darkened immediately as his legs gave out like noodles, and he dropped to the floor once again.
The sweet stench of flowers were driving him crazy.
He felt sick, actually sick.
What a lame dream.
Once again, the dreamer stood up but now slightly slower as his head started to spin.
Looking around once more, but the field was filled with the nothingness of the cloud colored white clovers
Ze walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked...
And walked
....
And walked
...
And walked.
"WHY WON'T THIS END" he said, kicking the air.
The flowers rustling under the weight of his shoes as he ran.
The wind in his ears as he sped up. Suddenly, his foot caught on his back leg, making the stupid dreamer fall to the ground, again.
A weird feeling washed over him as he coughed,
"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦?" Ze thought.
Alas, the question was answered with him fluttering his eyes open to see that it was all a dream.
A weird dream to be exact.
Ze stretched out his arms. He yawned as if he hadn't just woken up from a four hour long "nap".
Finally, ze now no longer the dreamer, stood up with some supporter from the wall and straightenrd his back, still yawning.
Hours passed by and still no signs of the power coming back.
In the corner, if you looked around enough, you would see a ze laying down on the floor with his legs upwards leaning on the wall.
─── ♩─ ─ ────♬─ ─ ─ ─── ─ 𝅗𝅥─
"𝗭, 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼?"
Said Regect, as he waved once again to the still player idol in the game.
It didn't react. Again.
What in the world was this guy doing!?
"𝘏𝘖𝘕𝘒 𝘏𝘖𝘕𝘒 𝘏𝘖𝘕𝘒?" (Did he react?)
"𝗡𝗼 𝗠𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮, 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁."
The entity patted Moe's back to console her.
Regect hit Ze one more time just for him not to react at all,
"𝗠𝗼𝗲, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗽. 𝗛𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗖."
The clown seemed rather disappointed then sad as she nodded her along the way,
Until..
𝄞 𝄻────♪─────────────𝅗𝅥──
𝄢 ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬────────────────────
Ze sat down looking at his dusty piano, hands brushing the dust off.
Looking at his finger, the thick layer of dust stared at him as a reminder that,
"It's been a while since I played something.."
His hand reached down under him and opened the storage bench, taking the music sheets out. Placing them in front of him.
──♪───────
──♩─────♫────────────────
────𝄽
"𝗜 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗮𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗲."
"𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬." (Whatever)
Regect looked back at the player idol model standing behind the duo, doubt keeping it's way to him.
"𝗔𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗸." He said trying not to sound kind of hesitant, after all being a rejected antagonist came with some deficiencies.
Moe's lit up almost instantly as she honked in relief.
Regect wasn't sure if he could acsess Ze's camera or crawl out of his computer after being scrapped, but he didn't want to let Moe down.
Especially after all the encouragement that she gave him.
The entity tabbed out of Minecraft into settings, giving himself camera and microphone permission.
"𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬?" (Can you hear me?)
"𝗜 𝗱𝗼." It seemed like that despite him being out of Minecraft, he could still feel or hear stuff.
Regect looked around but saw nothing but absolute darkness, alongside the faint sounds of a piano coming from outside Ze's room.
"𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸-"
"𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬??" (Maybe he covered his camera??)
"𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬, ...𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬?" (Can't you crawl out to like, uh double check?)
"..."
"𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬..?" (Did I interrupt you..?)
She said as the enthusiasm of her voice dropped. Looking up at Regect from the small Minecraft window on the side.
"𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱."
As much as Regect himself wanted to crawl out, not out of worry for Ze, but from the curiosity that bubbled within him; he wasn't entirely sure if it would work..
Pressing harder and harder on the keys as the volume and speed increased with every mistaken note, Ze was not in a good mood. Not after messing up the easiest part of the song for almost 8 times in a row.
He placed his head down on the piano sighing in frustration.
Well, that was a good reminder on why stopped playing the piano.
The frustrated human stood up from his seat and left his instrument once again, giving up until he heard a loud crash from his room.
Followed alongside with a deep voice cursing at the chair,
A deep voice that he recognized.
"Regect?"
Ze approached his room's door, turning the door handle..