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John Egbert was for sure a happy person! Though, things end fast. And it did end soon.
Long ago, you were looking down at your shoes. Knowing you didn't need them anymore, you gave them to your best friend. Dave Strider. He'll give the shoes a better use.
And you didn't say a word to him, just told him that: "a best friend needs an ironic gift." Then you laughed about it. What a horrible fake laugh. He looked strangely at you... he knows something is wrong.
Yesterday, you gave your Godtier clothes to Rose Lalonde, you know she'll like them. They're pretty cool. And since you don't
She asked how were you. You answered with a simple "I'm okay". You know you aren't. But you don't want one more of her lectures about psychology. Well, atleast one last was okay. But no, you're very conservative. You don't need anything more.
She will for sure come to check on you, but you won't let her make it to your house on time.
After a while, you remembered Jade Harley. Oh what an adorable and energetic girl. Always sleeping. But still wearing her elastic coloured bands on her fingers and not forgeting a single thing! And that bass! And that flute!-
No.
Not the flute. It sounds horrible.
Anyways, you gave her the most precious thing in your room.
A Nicolas Cage poster.
You know she won't like It, but anyways, you don't know a better decoration than that!
She pouted at you and told you that she wasn't Dave to take such things, but she did anyways.
She didn't suspect a thing. That's good, you think.
Then lastly, you walked over to your father's grave and placed the most precious thing Dave gave you. The goddam Con Air bunny.
You crouched down and began telling him what were your plans for tomorrow.
"Dad? Are you there?" You asked, then a sudden cold breeze made you shiver. You take that as a yes.
"Okay... So, I'm going to visit you tomorrow in real time, can you believe it?" You exclaimed in a soft tone, caressing the flowers next to the grave. Jade gave it to him in his funeral. They were two pretty lavenders.
"And... I already gave my things to my friends and all of that. I don't think they are suspecting anything." You sighed. "I don't want my plans ruined after all."
There was a long pause, before you started tearing up. You can't hold the mask anymore. You want freedom from your emotions. But all you receive is endless suffering. Eternal pain.
The pills don't work. Nothing works.
So you are ending it.
Tomorrow.
It was morning and you didn't sleep at all. Not even a bit. Sleeping is a social construct.
Then you remembered that... you didn't give anything to your troll, alien friends. Not even to Vriska.
Meh.
They aren't going to know a single thing.
You pick up your glasses and put them on. You groan, feeling your wrists become itchy from the scars you created on yourself yesterday.
They didn't heal.
Anyways.
You look under your bed for the rope you left for today. You are organized after all!
After you find it, you drag a chair from the corner of your room and put it in place.
You tie the rope around your neck. A very difficult one to untie. To make sure no one tries to undo your actions. Or save you.
You wait. Everything starts being foggy until your hear the doorbell ring.
Your name is Rose Lalonde. And you are waiting outside of John Egbert's house.