mindcracklove | Athazagoraphobia (salad apocalypse AU)

Summary: A little girl stumbled, a little girl fell. Are they the same person, did we bid farewell? Maybe, another little girl bitterly thought, maybe they're not.

Rated: T for swearing. I know this is sort of odd to rate fanfics here but I'm very orderly.

Notes: I wrote this chapter in it's entirety on my iPad before my father went and deleted the whole thing. I EVEN TOLD HIM TO OPEN UP A NEW TAB AND NOT TOUCH MY STUFF. *sighs deflatedly yet angrily* Yes, this is the Salad fic. There are still open spots if you want to submit a character, riiiiiiiiight over here.

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The other girl begs, quietly pleas as she watches her brother be brought to his knees.

Yet there was nothing she could do. Her left arm stinged from the pain, her flesh sinew.

Little girl little girl wake up, a voice echoed, little girl little girl your brother is already dead.

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The girl woke with a start, clutching at her blankets and gasping for air. Cold, silent tears flowed down in a contrasting white hot stream. (because the author wanted to use them both)

She checked her left arm to see if she was actually in reality. Her dream once put a dream within itself and she was terrified to see her captors surround her yet again once she got up.

It was relieving yet not at the same time to see her robotic arm. She would very much for once like to be in a dream where she could be… normal. She didn't have to deal with bullying, certainly nothing like that. She lived on a remote hellmurder island in the middle of fuck-all nowhere, to be perfectly candid. Her brother even named it "Hellmurder island in the middle of fuck-all nowhere". Put it on a big sign at the docks and everything. Which included cutting down trees in the jungle to spell it out so people in planes that were passing by could see it.

Speaking of her brother, she rushed downstairs to see him standing in the middle of the foyer of their mansion-house-thing.

She jumped up to try to hug him. Take note of the word try. He was on a podium, so he was much taller than her. "Still pretending to be a statue, huh…" she muttered, almost disappointedly though her face definitely showed it. There was no use in reasoning with him, really.

They managed to escape on a tiny boat after the horrifying events that was shown in the dream. It sank in the middle of nowhere so she had to drag herself and her half-concious brother in a random direction. She ended up on this island and found an abandoned lab and mansion-house-thing. Then she nursed him back to normal with an arm that was threatening to fall off at any moment. It was probably more disgusting than you think. As soon as he could, he built her a robot arm and sawed off her own right organic one and replaced it.

Once he was healthy and raring to go, both of them explored the island while avoiding the jungle at first. They found an odd creature on the outskirts of the jungle beside a fan-like plant and she immediately said, "Fan… paw," due to her still being rather young, five years of age or so.

They brought it back to the mansion-house-thing and it surprisingly didn't resist a single bit. Okay, maybe a little, when they first saw it but when she toddled over and closed her eyes for a short while and opened them again, a sign an animal (or at least a cat) did to another animal (or cat) to show that they mean no harm, it stopped all visible signs of resistance.

Speaking of which, the animal was nowhere to be seen. Probably in the attic if not the foyer which was where she was.

She headed to the kitchen, wondering what the message from something or someone was going to be. She had been recieving little notes on the refrigerator daily for about a month now. What was it today?

From where she was, she could certainly see the note wasn't so little. It was rather large, taking up a fifth of the space on the fridge. She approached cautiously. One time, it made her blind in the left eye by exploding a bomb. Though it did make her feel like a pirate, giving her a reason to wear the kick-ass eyepatch her brother found on one of his travels that he never allowed her to wear. An upside to him pretending to be a statue for about a decade, she supposed. Heck he even somehow managed to make her not be able to feel his heartbeat.

She read the note, not expecting what was written, "You are a ghost."

Memories flooded her brain of her previous life… or unlife, rather. She had been a ghost almost since the start of civilisation. She had died without completing a goal of hers. The girl wasn't clear on it and it seemed that neither was the ghost (nor the author). Slowly, the ghost wanted to be able to touch things and not just float through them. She had found a pair of gloves and boots that allowed her to touch things, due to it being both in the physical and spiritual realm at the same time, but that was not enough.

She did something… truly evil. Not unforgivable but it was still evil nonetheless. The girl didn't know what but felt she had a right to. Maybe because of the deed she had done. So she was trapped in a prison of meat with nowhere else to go. She felt how powerless she was in comparison to the ghost. She hated it. Hated herself for ever wanting to be able to feel things. The ghost got what she wanted. But that meant she had to share the pain. Confliction was not a thing she liked.

Then the memories moved on to her own. Seeing her brother gravely injured in the middle of the sea where she dragged him to shore, then seeing her brother gravely injured for the second time after which he started pretending to be a statue.

It was shorter, due to her only lived for fourteen years compared to the ghost who lived for who-knows-how-long.

It moved on to someone else's memory… she figured maybe it wasn't, since there was the past, present and then the future, which meant her future? Or maybe her next life. Yeah, that made more sense.

Ooooooooor maybe not. It showed her walking up to her room and… downloading and messaging someone on something called Badgerbuddy? Her memories from when she was a ghost was that it was a messaging client that spread through several universes as a spin-off of another message client called Pesterchum.

The person's Buddymoniker – geez this was weird – was "Pyro" and hers was "Anth".

She decided to humor her future self which was going to be her soon. Walking up the stairs, she tried not to show she wasn't exactly sure about this to humor her past self.

She downloaded it from a totally not suspicious-looking site. Anyway, it was the same site she saw. Who cares. Life gave her an answer to something irrelevant to whatever she had to do next and that was more than she could ever ask for.

Antheia [Anth] started badgering Pyropuncher [Pyro]
Anth: Hello? Anybody there?
Anth: … nah. Probably not.
Pyro: oh! hello!
Pyro: uh, who are you and why are you badgering me?
Anth: First off, look at my Buddymoniker. Secondly, I had a vision.
Pyro: so you're a seer/mage of light/mind? that's cool! I still don't know my title yet though.
Anth: I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about since I live on Hellmurder Island in the Middle of Fuck-All Nowhere.
Anth: Literally, I have to embarrassingly admit.
Pyro: HIMFAN? suuuuure, I believe you.
Anth: I sense a certain emotion called sarcasm emanating from holier-than-thou's face. Would you like me to wipe it off of you with a preferrably sharp object?
Pyro: sarcasm isn't an emotion. also I bet you're a mage of light from that sentence! I bet ten bucks.
Anth: … I guess it's something like friendship, I suppose. Not being under the category of emotions, I mean. Money doesn't matter to someone when they live alone on an island so that's some perfectly good ten dollars you're wasting.
Pyro: oooooh, wait, maybe you don't know your title.
Anth: And that just further validates my point of living alone on an island.
Anth: Sounds like a really stinky plot for some Japanese anime. Actually, I got nothing against anime, being a fan of it myself. Just hate the bad ones, is all.
Pyro: well I like anime too numbnuts. still don't believe you though. also how did you do the italics?
Anth: Suit yourself. I ain't telling you, that's for sure.
Pyro: D:
Pyro: how did you even get a vision if you don't know your title?
Anth: Well, I'm a ghost? Or was, really. Sounds more believable than your title BS, to be perfectly candid.
Pyro: so that I don't take offense to your insult, I'm going to believe you live on an island for a second and then stop believing. (p.s. ghosts don't exist!!)
Anth: Ouch. Cut me deep there, pal.
Anth: My blood is draining. Help me over here, dude. You were the one who inflicted this damage on me.
Pyro: har-dee-har, I'm rolling my eyes really hard. like really, really hard.
Pyro: tell me how to slant your words before I save your sorry butt.
Anth: Welp, I gotta go. See ya.
Pyro: wait!
Pyro: tell me how to do the slanty thing!
Antheia [Anth] has disconnected from chat.
Pyro: …
Pyro: fdgsghsgkl Y U NO TELL ME I REALLY WANTED TO KNOW.
Pyropuncher [Pyro] has disconnected from chat.

She smirked to herself before deciding to head for the main lands and hopefully learning a thing or two about the "titles" Pyro was talking about.

The guy was probably crazy but she couldn't be any better, could she?