Wooo so this chapter is going to be... rough to say the least Tw for trauma, implied lego step, depression, loss of loved ones, mention of terrorism. let me know if i missed any!! Clementine opens her eyes to a bright light. 'Better luck next time, I suppose.' She thought as the shapes once indistinguishable due to the light began to take form. The figures of Xanthe and Tommy began to take shape as she sat up. They were talking together in a corner in hushed voices, Tommy sitting down so he and Xanthe could better hear each other. “Dad…. Xan?” she called out, the whispers immediately stopped and the two rushed to her side. “Clementine? Are you alright?” Xanthe hurriedly asked, concern coating every word. Tommy brushed a strand of hair out of Clementine's face, blue meeting blue. “Where’r.. Where’s everyone else?” the younger blonde asked. Tommy and Xanthe shared a glance, before returning their attention to the recently revived girl. The two avoided the question, instead telling her words of reassurance until Clementine asked “How am I alive?” “We.. aren’t exactly sure.” Tommy replied. “All that matters is that you’re alright, alright?” Xanthe said, voice quivering as tears threatened to spill over again. Clementine looked away, and showed no more signs of acknowledgement. Millions of thoughts ran through her head. Was there some sort of god pulling strings? Did the phenomenon that happened after her first death cause her to have more lives than typical? Was it a result of the dabbling in witchcraft that she did? Was it some sort of result of Hecate dying, lying with her as they took their last breaths together? Tommy and Xanthes mouths began to move again, but her ears began to ring far too loud for any sort of noise to be heard. It felt as if she had been removed from her body, watching everything from the ceiling, and yet she only saw what was happening in front of her. She barely felt real. Instead of coping with this in a healthy way, Clementine closed her eyes and accepted the cold embrace of the black ocean that she had been visiting so often. ------- Tommy and Xanthe, despite the former being over 35 years old and the latter being 13, talked together in hushed tones. Xanthe and Clementine had been the closest thing to sisters that anyone in the smp had ever truly been, and Tommy was Clementine’s father. Their shared worry for the girl had gotten the two to interact for the first time. Clementine was obviously in a horrible headspace, with most the things she had loved being ripped away from her without warning in less than a month. Jade would come over to visit every few days, sometimes with cookies in tow. Other days members of the old SMP would visit, mostly to see Tommy but were typically delighted when they were told about Clementine. On occasion those Clementine had extended kindness too in the past would visit, doing their best to help. The events recently were difficult for everyone, but Clem had been taking it especially hard. She had started to spend most of her days sleeping, barely talking and not eating unless prompted to. Sometimes not even then. She had even stopped telling stories that Tommy had told her, or being excited at the prospect of meeting an Dream SMP member. She barely even noticed when Eret, someone who she had both idolized and loathed, came to visit. When no one was over, Tommy and Xanthe just talked. A popular topic for the two was the white streaks that had been appearing in her hair every time that she died. Neither of them had used the revival book, and they were almost certain it wasn’t dream. No one else had a book to their knowledge, but with every conversation the pair just grew more and more worried. The two continued to fret over Clementine, despite barely surviving themselves. They worked in shifts, figuring out that Clementine would be fine if at least one of them were with her at all times. The system worked for the most part, one would go get supplies while the other tended to Clem. One day, however, Xanthe had to go help Jade rebuild her house, and Tommy was dragged outside by Tubbo, who had missed his best friend more than anything in the world and had just figured out where he had been spending his time. The stars had aligned for Clementine. This was her chance. It was the only chance she was going to get to see Hecate in gods knows how long. Xanthe and her Dad had been gone for about an hour at this point. Her chance would be gone soon. She took a breath, smiled and headed towards the bathroom.
had to post this earlier than i wanted because i have to log off in like ten minutes song in the background and the title is My Time by Bo En
