v!Clementine Chapter 2 - Numb Little Bug

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tiny chapter today, its literally a page and a half long and like 527 words long so uhhhh here take your food you little children tws- death, loss of children, explosions, terrorism It’s been weeks. Clementine still hasn’t left her house. Xanthe and Tommy have been coming over to help with the kids while clementine simply sits, oblivious to the world around them. Some days Nori or Neo would come sit on her lap and hug her, but she never noticed. One day, Tommy is out gathering flowers near Elysium, when Xanthe tells Clementine that they’re running low on food so she’s going to go kill some cows and harvest vegetables from the garden that Clementine and Hecate had built in Koniko Kingdom months ago. Mere minutes after Xanthe had left the island, there was a hissing noise. An intense heat for a split second was all Clem knew, Then black. ----- Xanthe feels it before she sees it. The isles had been blown up. Xanthe gasps, looking at the damage, eyes blown wide in fear. The isles were mostly gone, hours of hard work, blood and sweat. The only remaining things were the chains that once held fast to the isles now falling with the unidentifiable debris. Clementine had spent countless hours working on those isles while Xanthe and Jade were in purgatory, trying her best to keep their memory alive better than any ghost ever could. Although that was nothing compared to what she had just lost. Clementine was in her house as the tnt went off, along with Nori and Neo. She screams as she watches the fire burn the few remaining blocks that the iron chains held suspended in the air, and as the fire died down so did her hope, her work; and with those died her friends, her country, her everything. Through all this grief, you can imagine her surprise when through her tears, she saw Clementine start to fall from the sky. ---- Why am I here? Is all Clementine thought to herself as she fell, eerily calm. She falls, but this isn’t right. She’s supposed to be dead. She’s meant to be with Hecate. They fall and fall until she feels water on her back. She looks up and notices smoke above them, no trace of the isles visible above them. Again. Everything she knows has been ripped from their fingers. Her house, her kids. Oh god, her kids. She stares at the sky in horror as smog fills the air, until the familiar splash of a water bucket can be heard from behind her. “Oh Clem- thank god,” a voice oh so familiar says. Clementine doesn’t move, and instead lets herself be pulled into a bone-crushing hug. They remain limp, eyes void of any emotion. “Clementine?” the voice says again. Clementine moves in response, this time, shifting just to be curled up into a ball on the young girl's lap. Too tired to do anything else. Xanthe begins to comb her fingers through Clementine’s hair, silent tears of relief sliding down her face. If she noticed the new white streak of hair, or the long black horn and one that should’ve been identical but was broken in half, she didn’t say anything. The world started to blur around Clementine as they accepted the embrace of unconsciousness. They hope that she never wakes up.