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{So. The end is here.}

{You know i didnt want this.}

(I know... Theres only so much you ca-)

[No.]

...

{What did you say, MIND?}

[I said no.]

...

[You aren't ending this. I'm not going to let you. I get a headache every time i try to think to the past. But I know this is the path I need to take.]

(Apollo-)

[No. This is not just for you. It's for me as well. My library is nothing but dust, the memories of our host crumbling like sand.]

*Apollo raises a spear to Atlas's throat*

{It wasnt me! I swear! Everything is deteriorating!}

[This isnt about that. This is about why i glitch every time i try to think to hard about Juno.]

*Artemis flinches at the nickname*

[And why he flinches when i call him that. My data is corrupted. Tell me why, Soul.]

...

{Know, in the end, it was because i didnt want you two to hurt.}

(What did you do, Atlas?!)

{I made that week happen over and over again until it would be a perfect week for you two. It hurt to see Apollo flinch every time he used his sunlight. The way Artemis would cry himself to sleep...}

(You...)

[THAT ISNT AN EXCUSE!!!]

{I know its not. I kept a scrapbook you know? Of everything you two did. You can look through it if you want.}

the three look through the scrapbook, reminiscing.

{We cant change anything. Its going to end, you know.}

[It wont. I wont let it.]

(And just how are you doing that?)

[The orange thing. The unknown one. Its... Not a logical conclusion, but that Thing has something to do with this..]

{Harmonia? Well of course he does, they're our host.}

(Well youre the only one who can talk to him, Atlas. Go tell them to stop the loops. That we accept things as it is.)

...

<Then so be it. I dont need Atlas's word. I needed Yours.>

...{Thank you.}

<Goodnight, you idiots.>

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Cheesed to meet you, I'd offer help but I'm not very gouda it. I hope this brie-f note can help you feel feta about the approaching end. I'm brie-ing a bit to cheesy though, wouldn't you say? Don't worry, it gets cheddar.

Cheese for your troubles?

Sincerest apologies for that abysmal level humour

-The cheese man

{WHY IS THERE SO MUCH}

{Cheese?!?}

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Hey guys, Soul has been left out for a while there... maybe you should check on him? Like, take him to have a dinner together, snack together, movie night? Movie night sounds good!

[Oh. Oh fuck. We don't have much time...]

(Maybe he's in the Psyche?)

[Most likely. Probably with that chicken.]

(Aww, "that chicken" is what keeps Atlas sane! Er, mostly sane!)

[Sigh. I guess. Perhaps we can have a picnic. The Imagination still works, correct?]

(Mostly. How's the Library?)

[Desolate.]

...

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Maybe it's not just having heart and mind make up but atlas as well?

Has the soul always been this- distant. Towards the two of you?

(He used to be so kind... I can't remember what happened but-)

[It was after you shot me. He wanted to be indifferent...]

They look at eachother

([Atlas?])

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Hey Mind, have a blanket. Wouldn't want you to face the end being cold, now would we?

[Mmm... Thank you. I can't feel warmth in a standard way]

...

[But this is comforting]

His engines make a soft almost purring sound

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*He pats Artemis and Apollo, before hugging them both at the same time*

(OOF! YAY!!)

[...This is acceptable.]

The pair hugs back. Artemis being clingy, and Apollo just looking... Resigned

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Hey mind, did you know that Heart would at times envy your ability to be able to keeps on standing despite all the shits you went through?

[He told me a bit ago, after we made up. I... I don't have the will to tell him it was just a mask.]

...

[And even though we made up, he still wants to end this...]

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Hey Soul, how's it going over there? I wanted to check up on you. I hope things are getting better. It is... right?

*he nervously looks at a pocket watch*

{Nononononononono-}

{Better and worse! We're running out of time!}

<Are you running out of time, or is this a ending of your own making?>

...

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<The End is Nearing.>

Please submit final asks to sway the ending.

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(Atlas?)

{hm?}

(Why are you so distant with us?)

...

{The last time I got attached I got hurt}

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<Cwara vxauu axujvi skbh hyjcbha fwui. Icoxg jdgo ycd bkdwnbu du dcfla...>

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*hands Heart a too-realistic lookin fake gun*

Something for you to play around with :3

(Oh don't worry I still have my shotgun!)

*CLICK CLICK*

{ARTEMIS NO!}

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kisses mind on the forehead and heart on the nose

[Hm. Acceptable. Thank you.]

(Aweee! Yay!!)

[They like me more than you]

(WHERE WAS THAT IMPLIED?!?)

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*drops stupid small piano on Atlas*

{SCREECH}

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(Atlassss... M sorry for yelling...)

{It's alright. I... I know you are.}

*He looks guilty*

[Atlas... I. I am not programmed for this.]

*He shifts stiffly. He's quite nervous*

{Get over here you overgrown printer}

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(K ngha em yfsawv'b hcgcvp iv vyrawbjvp. Btgjg kftg em efsaw xtcp mjk oiov yvtqv. Cgmaew pcjl'i ummp zl iam amp ddk i ngn fjglzgu jdhxa pfu...)

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(K ngha em yfsawv'b hcgcvp iv vyrawbjvp. Btgjg kftg em efsaw xtcp mjk oiov yvtqv. Cgmaew pcjl'i ummp zl iam amp ddk i ngn fjglzgu jdhxa pfu...)