what you call home (is a box of memories)
Wow this is all agony. Heed the warnings. This is dark and terrible, definitely the most horrible thing I’ve ever written.
Warnings: Suicide, Depression, PTSD, survivors guilt, psychological torture, drug and alcohol abuse, just a generally sad depressing horrible story. Enjoy the agony.
@morganas-pendragons @thegoodbatch @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol @painkiller80
There’s a place at the end of the road
Where our lives turn to light pure as gold
Where the past is just a sparkle of time
And the world is all good by design
- Andrew’s Song by IMAscore
CC-1010 pushes the offered ration pack away from himself. He knows he should eat it, after all he is leading the Coruscant Guard after defective ARC Trooper CT-27-5555 but he can barely stomach the idea of anything solid right now. His head’s been swimming for the last two days. The day that CT-5555 first started causing… something Fox’s head went fuzzy and blank. He can’t remember his own name, although he has an idea of it.
CC-1010 knows that the time correlation should be noted, but for the life of him he can’t figure out why. CC-4477 doesn’t say anything as CC-1010 more firmly pushes the ration pack away.
“Fox—” Right. Fox. That was his name. Was. But right now it doesn’t seem right. Right now, the LAATi is setting down, and they’re storming the warehouse.
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“Vod-kyramud.” Brother Killer. Fox recognizes the harshly snarled words and it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up; the cold fury in the voice feels like a knife in his spine.
I'm sobbing...like literally crying my eyes out.
This is written so clearly and simple but i does the trick, hurting so well.
This part
“You see, that’s the problem,” Kix tells Anakin in the one and only com call Anakin gets from him after the GAR is disbanded and the clones are freed. “The only peace we knew was death. War still lives in our heads. That’s the curse of being soldiers with no roots, soldiers who were slaves and cannon fodder. We lived for so long believing that we were meant for the grave that even without freedom we still can’t help but find the roads to the grave, to the only peace we ever knew, anyway. And there’s nothing anyone can do to change that. The damage has already been done. Eventually every single clone will find his way to an early grave. No one can change that. We were created for death, regardless as to whether the path to it is war or not.”
Is everything, i care for this concept so much, from the first time i started caring about clones, from the first time i started loving them.
I have my special ones, but for this exact thought i care for each and every one of them and i get hurt so much because they truly deserved better. I'm seariously hurt.
(Also can i use that concept in something? I need to create something utterly dark again and this is perfect)
Thank u ❤