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How lucky you are to have that expectation of survival, how ungrateful you feel. You would have killed for this freedom before; have killed for it, and now you find yourself just waiting for something to go wrong. And wondering which one of you is going to get hurt first.

Some things are easier than others for the hiker. Unfortunately, sleeping isn't one of them.

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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.

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“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”

“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”

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“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”

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Go read this retelling of the scorpion & the frog!

Icon ID: A stone bridge across water, with trees in the background.

Header ID: The HIKEBACK game title.

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But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.

“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”

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But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”

“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”

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How the fuck did you get here? From not trusting them to sit in the front seat of your car to living together, adopting a cat together? Dreaming they were even closer than right beside you? Wishing there wasn't that flash of unease from them every time you moved a little too fast?

Did the driver effectively utilise transmasc swag by moving in with a murderer? Discuss.

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"It's ridiculous, they've been hindered by Starclans lack of transparency since the very beginning of the clans and yet nobody ever seems to learn from it. It's the same as the Sunningrocks nonsense, pointless fighting for generations even though everybody knows who those rocks belong to."

You grin, happy to meet someone who finally has some good fucking opinions on these books, and reply "Thunderclan, absolutely." at the exact moment they continue with 'Riverclan is-'

Or; the high-school au exactly one person asked for.

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something about repetition / pov you just finished hikeback

time loop narratives are about love / kitty horrorshow, anatomy / dog-teeth / jonathan sims, the magnus archives / theftbyfinding / richard silken, Planet of Love / cowpokeprose / frank bidart, Guilty of Dust / sadoeuphemist / clowndream, HIKEBACK

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At long last: the end of this fic :3

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Today I offer you fluff. Tomorrow? :3

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Chapter 2 is now up :3!

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"yeah, that was a great movie, i can't wait to check out all the fanfi-

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If- when the hiker wakes up fully, will they keep rolling back? Are you going to lose this moment, this connection, and be reduced to someone else's memories because this isn't the ending they had in mind? Whatever they were trying to outrun... Are they safe here?

A quiet night in for two normal people.

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Whatever greeting you had dies in your throat as you step through the doorway to see blood streaked across the floor. You wish you had your gun. It was a mistake feeling safe enough to start leaving it at home; one you'll never be able to ask forgiveness for.

Something goes wrong. The driver deals with the aftermath.