Stay is by BladeOfHope, is based somewhat on the webcomic Homestuck, and is rated normal for some bloodshed.
This isn’t how it was supposed to end!
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault, I know. I’m sorry.
Please don’t be mad, Krilin. I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way. I just wanted to protect you....
It’s the first time I’ve failed in a long time. Had I known the scythe was going to take over today, I never would have brought you out here. I lost control, and now you’re gone, and it’s all because of me.
I feel so guilty. I’m writing this in your blood because there’s nothing else for me to write it in. This is the only way I can express my regrets for everything. I’m going to start from the very beginning.
Krilin, I’ve known you for a long time. We grew up chatting on Trollian, and I really got to know the mysterious forgottenElement who was always ready to talk about the so-called ‘UNF9RTUNATE 9CCURANCES’ that seemed to frequently occur in our session. I never even knew your name until you crash-landed on a flying hoofbeast outside my hive. Then we really started to get to know each other, and that’s when I started making mistakes.
I was the one who disappearified your favorite meowbeast, not Katnep. I was the one who vaporized half your hive, not Latuna. There are so many things I did wrong, there wouldn’t be enough blood in the world to list them all off. But none of those mistakes were nearly as bad as the only one you ever witnessed me make.
I killed you.
I took your life. It was all because I didn’t pay attention to the amount of control I still had over the scythe. I let its spirit go unchallenged, and just look at what happened. I’m so sorry, Krilin. You didn’t deserve this death. You never deserved any of the horrible things I caused. But who can change the past? None of us are heroes of Time, or of Life. As fate would have it, our Time and Life players died a long time ago, which actually was not my fault.
But I digress. Krilin, I promise I never meant for this to happen. You were my moirail. I miss you dearly, Krilin. The only thing I can do is apologize- or, as you would probably say it, ‘APAWL9GIZE.’ I miss your friendly meowbeast quirk. It was always such a comfort, being able to see your text and hear your voice. We truly were moirails, but now it’s all over. I just don’t know what to do anymore.
I only just realized that I haven’t been using my quirk to write this. I suppose it’s to be expected; who can think about quirks when a good friend is dead? Ii 2upp02e ii could 2tart u2iing iit n0w, but ii d0n’t think that w0uld be appr0priiate.