In which the winners of a modded game are forced to deal with the consequences of each other. Can be read as a series of connected oneshots with a linear plotline. Fic starts sometime before EoA5.
You were about to reprogram the software in question when a friend of yours offered to help by solving your sight issues in a more practical way. The glasses they helped build for you bathed the universe in lines of colored code; negative space shadowed, inanimate objects Prospit gold, sentient beings their respective blood colours. The lenses deconstructed the world to the bare basics of numbers and symbols, and you perceived the very framework you once hacked in order to diverge the alpha timeline.
You had been reborn into a world of yellow and black, and it was perfect.
- Part 1 of Coming Home
[DISCONTINUED] In which an unfinished game session brings the survivors to question stability within the new universe.
Closure comes in the form of radiant white hair, light grey skin kissed by the faded aftereffect of grimdarkness, and lavender irises that could pen poetry with a glance. She is rough edges sharpened to fine points, she is curt sarcasm blanketed beneath false charm. Her words dance as pawns across a chess board where she reigns several moves ahead. You don't know what she's been through within the past five years, but she carries the weight of it in her eyes.
- Part 2 of Coming Home