FINALE

[foundationmods]

[And finally, after everything...it's over.

Everything is back to how it should be, once you exit out of the door behind the Waterfall. There are so many Monsters around, all of them excited and running around. Some are wondering what happened - some are just overwhelmed.

But, regardless....they're alive. They're here, after so much time. All of Monsterkind, back where they should be.

And everyone who you've lost...

They're back. They're back.

You have overcome so much. You have suffered through so much, and seen to the other side.

But now, for the first time in a long, long time...

...The Future is truly the brightest it's ever been.

No more pain. Only....forward, into wherever you go from here.

Though there is still so much to fix....there is still, as always...

Hope, and Dreams.

Hold onto those...

....And there's nothing you can't accomplish.]


SCP: THE FOUNDATION

THE END.

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Mmm, it really is a reflex, isn't it?

[How Hikage manages to fluster him even half-asleep is seriously getting to absurd levels when you think about it, but Subete isn't thinking too hard just now so he's not indignant, just kind of bemused -- he watches 92-kun nip in and out with much fanfare and probably pop a wheelie on the way to doing absolutely ridiculous things to their shoes.

... He's not sure whether to laugh or call it back somehow, but his Verbalism really is about as reliable as Hikage's butterflies right now so in the end he just shakes his head and carefully deposits his bedside delivery amidst the sheets. He should... probably also make sure Hikage is bundled in (cocooned in) properly once the flurry of butterflies passes, but for now he just sprawls in a half-sitting position next to him and watches the murmuration of many, many wings shifting the shadows into strange shapes, fantastical textures.

(He notices that there's something off in the cloud of wingbeats somewhere, but it's not enough for his dazed brain to register just now; maybe sometime later he'll think back and realize, but today is not that day.)

He ends up sitting there for a while, listening to the slowing breath behind him close enough to touch and staring into the air long after it's completely cleared; in here it's still and slightly cooler and the tips of his fingers are warm where they got tangled together somewhere between the flowers and the shoes. His sigh is warm, too, shifting all the pieces settling back inside him and rattling him around a little. It's impossible for everything to settle right now, but he--

He curls up, eventually, tucking himself close and against their hands. He'll get to the sheets later; his clothes, the shower, everything later. He'll be hovering at the edge of sleep and wakefulness for a while.]