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the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!
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hey does anyone remember that bad end au from that one meme, because i do
She'd come every day without fail. It was almost a ritual to the troll at this point, to pace just out of sight and listen to the strange girl babble into the tunnels that were her territory. She kept asking for something (someone? but there was only her here) to come back with her, to leave the tunnels and go back to the people she knew.
No matter how many times the girl came, however, nothing ever appeared from inside the tunnels. Sometimes she would even cry, but it didn't change the lack of response. It made the troll wonder if perhaps the girl was playing a game of her own. It was an awfully sad one if she was right.
One day, the strange girl didn't come to the mouth of the tunnel.
It wasn't something of concern in the beginning - she wasn't anything more than an interesting distraction from seeking out playmates - but soon the day turned into a week, which quickly became a month. The girl wasn't coming back.
The troll found that she didn't like that. In her world not returning meant death or worse. The idea of something happening to the strange girl made her frown in displeasure and fill up with a strange feeling.
Something would have to be done about it. She just hoped that she wasn't too late.
It had been a solid month since Jade had stopped venturing out into the dangerous areas of the catacombs to talk to Nepeta. She'd been so sure that the creature had been her, but in all her time she'd never gotten so much as a flicker of life. Maybe it was for the best that she'd been wrong; after all, what kind of a life would she have had to have been leading in order to survive out there alone?
A sudden yell snapped her out of her philosophical daydreaming. Something must have breached the outermost defenses of the safe house. That was as unusual as it was worrying - most of the creatures in the tunnels weren't intelligent enough to get past them.
Abandoning what she'd been fiddling with before, Jade rushed to the center of the commotion. There was something else wrong with this scene, something that was bothering her more than an intelligent monster. If the people here had spotted the thing, why hadn't they shot it? There were enough expert marksmen to take out an entire army if they needed to.
Jade saw why as she broke through the crowd to see the intruder for herself.
She was naked and lean, hair snarled far beyond the usual scruff Jade last remembered. She stared back at the eyes watching her, muscles taut and ready to go onto all fours and flee. She was feral. But she was still Nepeta.
To the amazement of everyone gathered, the wild thing standing before them spoke.
"...Jade. Where's Jade? I'm looking for...my furiend."
Perhaps all those hours pouring her soul into a black abyss had been worth something after all.
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