Recuérdame.

[riptorn]

[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.

It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.

Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.

It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.

But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]

(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)

Comments

[sorrydoods]

I'm...I'm really sorry.

[Another thing that's going to be on his conscience forever. Fantastic.]

Um, on the bright side...I think it was painless.

[Does that help? Please tell him it helps.]

[bottlerockets]

Oh, that's good! I'm glad that it was... err, quick?

[It does help, thank you Soos.]

[sorrydoods]

Y-yeah, it was...it was quick!

[He's pretty sure being instantly fried is a quick death?]

I'm...sorry, it had to happen, though. Maybe...maybe you'll see him here soon?

[Probably not, but...optimism?]

[bottlerockets]

I hope so. I mean... he's my Dad, it would be weird if we didn't speak to each other even here.

[sorrydoods]

Yeah...yeah, I'm sure he's gonna wanna talk to you...um...

What...what's you're name, by the way? I'm Soos.

[He offers a hand to shake.]

[bottlerockets]

Everyone calls me Chicken Little.

[Because... haha, get it, he's a little chicken. But the kid will accept the handshake.]

It's nice to meet you, Soos.

[sorrydoods]

Okay. Chicken Little it is.

I...I feel like I should do something for you...um...is-is there anything I could do for you?

[The guilt is just flowing out of him at this point.]

[bottlerockets]

I can't think of anything--I mean, for the whole being a skeleton thing, it's actually not so bad? Everyone here has been really nice to me since I got here...

[And the way Chicken Little says this, he sounds surprised that there would be kind people that like him here...]

I like talking with you though, so I don't mind doing that until you have to go? Or until my Dad shows up.

[sorrydoods]

Um, sure. I...I don't mind.

[His last moments here will be talking with the dead kid who's father he helped kill...I guess.

He notices that surprise, though, and he can't help but question it.]

Why do you sound so surprised? Don't see why anyone wouldn't be nice to you. You seem pretty nice yourself.

[bottlerockets]

I, uh... was kind of a loser, back home? Only my friends really liked me.

[And God, he is at least going to miss them, especially Abby...]

[sorrydoods]

Oh...well, that's-that's what friends are for, I guess. But still, I don't think that would mean you should get treated bad here. Just because those people are jerks doesn't mean everyone here is.

[Oh...friends...time to offer some help to make it better, hopefully.]

Um, do you went me to say something to you're friends? I think I could find them, if I looked hard enough.

[Thank you dimensional scissors!]

[bottlerockets]

Y--yeah, that would be great actually! [The chicken child brightens considerably at that.] My friends are named Abby, Runt, and Fish. Tell them that I... that I'm gonna be okay. That there's really good people looking out for me here, and that we'll all see each other again someday... just, uh, not anytime soon. Hopefully. Please stress that part for me, I don't want them trying to come here until it's actually their time.

... And... also tell Abby for me... tell her that I love her?

[Because if there was one good thing in his life, it was that he had a wonderful girl like her in it.]

[sorrydoods]

[...WOW THAT'S FREAKING TERRIBLE YOUNG LOVE AND HE'S DEAD AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HA HA HA FUCK]

O-of course! I'll tell them, Runt, Fish and Abby, that...you're okay, and you'll see each other again eventually. And...I'll tell her you felt that way about her.

[He is gonna need so much therapy later, though.]

[bottlerockets]

[She probably did know, tbh: Abby was always smart like that, and could know things before Chicken Little realized it himself.]

Thanks. It really means a lot to me, Soos.

[sorrydoods]

No...no problem, little dude.

[It's kind of his thing, helping, even if it may hurt him.]

Anything else? Maybe...beat up any of the jerks that made fun of you? Tell off the people that were mean to you?

[At this rate he'll kill a man for you, CL.]

[bottlerockets]

[Do it Soos: let the streets run red with the blood of chicken little's enemies as the town is set ablaze--nah just kidding]

... They don't really deserve it, but... just tell them that I hope they can move on with their lives now. Preferably without beating up my friends or taking things out on someone else after all this.

[sorrydoods]

...if they try something like that, I'm gonna beat those jerks up.

[What the actual FUCK, CL]

[bottlerockets]

[the plot of chicken little is that this child lives in a town where everyone except for like, four people, are assholes]

... Thanks?

[sorrydoods]

[Right. Forgot about that...somehow.]

Sorry if that sounds a little weird. It's just that...the idea that people would try to beat up a dead kid's friends just because his dad wasn't exactly the best person in the world...it Makes them sound like really awful people.

[bottlerockets]

Oh, no, I mean--m--my friends and I weren't really part of the popular crowd like other kids were even before that whole thing with Dad happened, so I guess I'm just... worried that they might still get bullied or something by the other kids even after I'm gone?

[sorrydoods]

Aw, jeez.

Well, don't worry. I'll make sure that doesn't happen to them again. I'll tell them...I'll tell them not to bully any of your friends anymore, or anyone else, as a sort of...final wish for you, I guess.

Does that sound good?

[bottlerockets]

Yeah... that sounds great, actually.

Thanks, Soos.

[sorrydoods]

It's the least I can do, dude.

[He offers a fist to bump. Will Chicken Little think he's cool enough to accept it?]

[bottlerockets]

[No, but it's even more uncool to leave a dude hanging, so Chicken Little, after staring at the fist bump in surprise for a moment, will attempt to hop up and meet that fist bump with his own. Fist bump!!]

[sorrydoods]

[He is now absolutely ready to kill for this kid if the people from his town continue to be horrible.]