breath two | text

[longwinded]

surprise!
i'm not dead.
so what's up with everyone?
the atmosphere is heavier than usual.
i for one took a fantastic vacation.
destruction all around me.
sorry i didn't get anyone a postcard.


oh hey.
other me.
i hope you got my mail.
:)

Comments

[ghostytrainer]

wow excuse you, no!!!
you WISH you were the pranking master!

oh. okay.
that's fine.
where are you?
i really think this might be a conversation better done in person.
kind of a lot to take in.

[longwinded]

no i think you have that backwards.
just because you look like me doesn't mean you're the pranking master.
there can only be one.
youngster.

i went up to the library.
is it that serious?
did dave die again?
dude if you died i'm gonna be so pissed.

[ghostytrainer]

i'm older than you, douchewaffle!
just because i am shorter than you doesn't make that any less true!
and you're the one who is backwards! i am the pranking master.
it is me.

okay which library? 3 or 19?
it's pretty serious though, yeah.
and dave and i did die but that's not the serious part.
my dave, i mean. so not again, because i think that was the first time he's died?
not 100% sure on that though.

[longwinded]

wow fuck off dude.
rude.
i think YOU need to learn a thing or two.

19.
i'm just chilling.
what the hell man.
what the hell.
i'm officially mad at you okay.

[ghostytrainer]

your FACE needs to learn a thing or two.

[John he has the same face as you...]

i am on 3, give me a few minutes and i will start heading up that way.
and you can't be mad, it's not like it really matters.
i'm still here, aren't i?

[longwinded]

wow.
okay.
if you say so, since you have the same face as me and everything.

[These two...]

alright.
i'll chill here.
also i am mad at you.
the maddest.

[ghostytrainer]

my face is more attractive.
your face is dumb.
text it.

[No, it's really the exact same face, John.]

ok yeah i'm leaving now.
see you in a few minutes.
prepare yourself, this is going to be a doozy.

[longwinded]

[John will wait in the library then. Patient and everything. Browsing the network while giving thought to what other John said. How was this going to be a doozy? Would he want to be seated for this? Is he going to die?

Instead of dwelling he opens the paint program and begins doodling. Yuuuuuup.]

[ghostytrainer]

[A+ human being: John Egbert.]

[After a few minutes, John arrives in the library and after taking a moment to locate his other self, slides into the seat next to him. Though not without knocking him in the back of the head first with his elbow. OOPS SORRY.]

What are you drawing? [SUP. CASUAL CONVERSATION, GO.]

[longwinded]

[WOW, that was TOTALLY not on purpose at all. He kind of deserved that one he guesses.]

Dave rapping horribly. I still have to add taller Dave in, but it's a work in progress. [He turns away from the terminal to face John.]

So...yeah. I'm sitting. What the hell has been going on?

[ghostytrainer]

Did you really need to add in horribly? I mean we both know that's a given.

[SICK. BUURRRRRRRNNNNNN.]

[But alright, it's story time. John also turns his chair so that he's fully facing John. He leans forward a little, propping his chin in his hands and resting his elbows on his knees. If the other John were paying attention, he might notice a strange series of cuts in his shorter alter ego's left forearm.]

[THE CAKE IS A LIE.]

Okay, so remember that video I showed you back when you first got here?

[longwinded]

They only think they can throw the sickest of fires.

[OHHHH SHIT.]

[Before they can continue with story time, John is squinting his eyes and readjusting his glasses. "The cake is a lie". Why John, why.]

Yeah man, but before we start. What's up with that? [He's pointing towards the arm in question.] You know you could have gotten a prison tattoo instead of carving it into yourself.

[ghostytrainer]

Oh. [He glances down at his arm. He ain't even bothered. To tell the truth, he forgets it's there half the time already.] That's right, you weren't here for this either were you?

Okay, long story short, writing started appearing on the walls and some of them started coming true? And some of them were kinda...you know, really sucky and basically I made a mistake.

[He shrugs.]

And this is what happened when I tried to fix that mistake. But anyway, that's not really what's important here. What's important is the other thing, the thing about our bodies.

So let me ask you: what do you think we are?

[longwinded]

[But John is still kind of squinting. Like, wouldn't that have hurt? He shakes his head. No he wasn't here but why the fuck would scars like that even be a thing.]

Right, a mistake.

[John, he is over you shrugging your shoulders at serious matters. But then again. John has to remember this John has been here way longer than him.]

Isn't that obvious? I mean. Why are you even asking me this question what does any of that have to do with what you're about to tell me?

[ghostytrainer]

It just does, trust me. I just want to see if we were thinking along the same lines as far as what our bodies actually are. We've known for months now that they're fake, but we didn't know until now just how fake they actually are.

[Do you have goosebumps yet, John?]

[longwinded]

Well yeah, we discussed we're fake. But how fake is fake then?

[Yes, kind of. He's not really sure what John is about to tell him.]

I guess i need to stay sitting, don't I?

[ghostytrainer]

Yes you definitely need to stay sitting. Okay so uh... it's probably been a while, I know. But do you remember the fighting wire frames in Super Smash Brothers Melee...?

[He trails off but it's pretty obvious what he's getting at here...]

[longwinded]

You're shitting me right now.

[Yeah so obvious John catches on almost immediately. John is not telling him this right now. They are definitely not that.]

[ghostytrainer]

But wait! There's more! See this desk here? [He bangs his fist on the table the computer terminal is resting on.] And your chair? My chair? That book over there? [He points at a shelf across the room.]

Basically everything in this tower? All fake. None of it's real. All the stuff that came with us from home? Fake. My Pokémon? Definitely fake. The clothes you're wearing? Also fake! Oh and the food you've been eating this entire time?

Nutrition bars.

[Can you hear the tone in his voice that clearly says "I have no fucks left to give"? Because guess how many fucks John has left. He clearly ain't even bothered by this.]

[longwinded]

[It's only when John starts rambling does John have to sit back and wonder if he's lost his sanity finally. Everything? Every single thing in this godforsaken tower? Fake? Having the most basic type of body design known to a video gamer AND everything is fake.

Wow their lives suck. They just fucking suck.

Taking this all in is hard, and it's like a sucker punch when he mentions that their food is nutrition bars.]

This is more fucked up than I thought.

[ghostytrainer]

Yup! Basically. It's all been one big illusion, my friend. We shorted the power on the first and it knocked out the glamour system. Fortunately there seems to have been a backup generator of some kind. Because believe me, it was kind of hard to tell everybody apart when it was down. We were all basically a bunch of human glowsticks.

[There's something important in his wording there that he didn't necessarily mean to say. But when you're basically talking to yourself, sometimes the truth slips out.]

According to Ruana, that generator will last for a year. And once it's out? That's it, game over. But personally, I think she's full of shit.

[longwinded]

[It's okay, if John really wants to fully confide in John about that. His shoulder is always open bro. But for right now all he can imagine is those wire frames, and how everyone looked like that. He's kind of glad he missed it. He didn't have to see it for himself.]

So we have a year left then our sorry asses are done for? Ha. That would be something an admin would say anyways- right?

[ghostytrainer]

Well... it's more like, she might be right about how long the generator will last. I mean it's just a backup so it's not going to last forever. The part I think she's wrong about is the part where she claims that we're all basically going to die horribly.

We can do better than that.

[longwinded]

[John shakes his head.]

Not only are we going to do better than that, most of us are just way to hardheaded to die like that. So I agree. She's wrong on that.

[ghostytrainer]

So yeah, to make a long story short, that's what you missed. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Err...actually, concerns probably goes without saying. Any concerns you would like to voice so that I can try and help you with them?

[Sorry it was kinda brief, bro. He didn't see any point in dragging this shit out.]