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[fredless]

[Someone's standing on her bed again, navigating a mattress and piled blankets to chose a book from the shelf that lines the length of her ceiling.

...then suddenly the book is chosen for her. And it isn't string theory.

Fred scrambles back down to sit on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing over the pages of a journal. Page after page after page. Every last one of them blank. Something presses against her, from the inside out. She moves to the window, briefly glancing outside of it. Everything seems just the same, but she can't seem to fully push back memories of Libet and the auditorium at the heart of it]

Is everybody alright?

[The words seems impossibly dark and large against the blank expanse of the page]

Is everybody...there?

Comments

[elementoflol]

YAY I GOT PICKED!

[Ignoring everything else, this is clearly important.]

[fredless]

Yes. [Because clearly this matters] You definitely got picked.

[elementoflol]

[She giggles happily for a moment, before:]

You got picked too, Fred.

These icons should be outlawed...

[fredless]

[Stop it, Pinkie. Just stop it. Now Fred's smothering a laugh]

I did?

dkjncsd lmao

[elementoflol]

To be my friend, silly filly.

[fredless]

You know, I've got to admit. If I go more than a day or two without being called a 'silly silly', I get a little sad.

[elementoflol]

I'll come and see you every day and call you a silly filly then! Promise!

[fredless]

[Fred grins, then]

Be careful. I just might hold you to that promise.

[elementoflol]

Okie dokie lokie!