Imagine N getting an accident and he loses his voice completely. The company pities him and he’s allowed to stay in vixx because of his dancing skills. The rest behaves extremely awkward around him because they had lost count of the times they wished him to become mute. When they come back from recording their new album, they can’t find N. They find him trembling and crying in complete silence. They carry him to the living room and lay him down on the couch. They sit on their knees in front of him and sing for him. N then stands up and starts dancing with tears still rolling down his cheeks. The rest can barely sing anymore once they all start sobbing of how beautifully tragic N’s dance is.
Imagine VIXX woke one day and they didn’t exist. They remember what happened until now but the next thing they woke up to is their life without VIXX. All their fans? Gone. All the work they put over the years? Worthless. The relationships built with the rest of the members? Just memories that will be forgotten. They spend some time trying to look for the members but no hope, all of it vanished right in front of them like a dream.
The one thing that Dipper wants more than anything else in the world is time with his sister- and that doesn’t change when he becomes a demon.
So if Dipper has those happy memories locked away, imagine when he finds them he just keeps reliving them in a loop for hundreds of thousands of years. During that time, all of the summons go to voicemail until eventually, people begin to forget who he is.
Then, one of Mabel’s reincarnations discovers an ancient book detailing exactly how to summon Alcor. She summons him just see what would happen (because let’s face it, Mabel would totally do something like that).
Because she’s Mabel, this particular summon doesn’t go to voicemail. Instead, when he appears, she sees a sleeping Dipper in his 12-year-old form. She wakes him up somehow, snapping him out of of those memories.
When he awakens, he looks up, ready to kill- and sees Mabel’s face. This reincarnation remembers all of her past lives and says “Long time no see, Dipping Sauce!” and gives him a huge, sunshiney smile.
Dipper is too shocked to do anything other than let himself be swept into a huge fucking hug.
Then, he asks why she summoned him. That’s when she tells him- the world has been in chaos for eighty years. The human race is slowly destroying itself, and very few healthy people are left. She is the only reincarnation left of everyone they had originally known.
She offers her own life (and all of the ones after it) in exchange for the rest of the world.
Mabel wants Dipper to kill her and end the reincarnation cycle.
Dipper wants to refuse- but she stares him down with an unnaturally somber expression that absolutely should never have crossed Mabel’s face.
She tells him she has nothing left to give, and nothing to stay for.
So Dipper tries to find anything- anything- that can be sacrificed instead- “You’re my sister, Mabel, how can you expect me to kill you?!”
But after hours upon hours of arguing- “I’ll die anyway! I’m already sick! Just kill me!” “I won’t do it, Mabel!”- they still haven’t come to a decision.
A plague demon, summoned by a scientist to help with biological warfare, ends up wreaking havoc on Earth no living organism can even come near the planet. After nearly a century of killing people and gathering the energy from their souls, it is almost as strong as Alcor himself.
This demon finds them (it was attracted by the surge of energy from Alcor’s summoning) and attacks. Dipper tries to fight back, but is weakened by the years he spent in the dreamscape.
In the end, he is forced to destroy the entire universe so that a new one can be made- this includes himself, Mabel, and all of the other demons.
It looks like the twins got what they wanted.
(In the newly-born universe, a pair of twins are born. At the age of twelve, they are sent to spend a summer with their great-uncle Stan.
In the newly-born universe, history repeats itself.
But in the third universe after, the Transcendence never happens. This is what is broadcasted across America as a children’s cartoon.
They never did know the full story behind a harmless fictional series.
This is a story of how the Seven healed after the war. This is a story about how life kept going, no matter what.
1ST OF AUGUST, 2009
Late in the night, once Camp has stopped burning and everyone’s
sleeping, they meet up in Percy’s cabin. They don’t sleep, or talk, or cry.
They just sit on the hard floor, staring into the nothingness. They breathe in and
out. Deeply. They think about those who remain. They hold hands and silently
recall those who are gone : parents, friends. And Leo.
There will be a time for words and tears, but this time has not come
yet. Right now, all they do is breathe. Because they can.
1ST OF AUGUST, 2010
That year, there are tears and words.
Laughs, too, but hysterical ones. They all pile up in Sally’s living
room in a nest of covers and pillows. That year, Leo is with them, fidgeting
and talking too loud. But that year, they don’t sleep either. They lay there,
all intertwined with each other, and talk. They recall adventures they had
together and ones that nobody knew of. Percy and Annabeth say “Tartarus” for
the first time and their haunted eyes scare the rest of The Seven a little.
They whisper secrets and scream out rage and mourn their ghosts. Those ghosts
won’t ever leave, nor will the soreness in their hearts. But for a brief
moment, when Hazel leans against Percy, when Annabeth squeezes Piper’s hand and
when Jason hugs Frank, they think that, maybe, someday, their wounds will scar.
1ST OF AUGUST 2013
That year, they spend the night in Percy and Annabeth’s apartment in New
Athens. The city in not done building yet, but just laying there on the brand
new floor gives them hope. Foolishly, maybe, but hope is still hope and they
always need it. That year, things have changed. Piper and Jason are off to New
Rome for college, Percy and Annabeth are working on their city and Hazel became
lead centurion. That night, tough, they weep and shriek out all the pain they
know how to hide, now. They whisper about the dead bodies with empty eyes
staring at them every night. They confess their anger fits and panic attacks.
But late into the night, they make plans and murmur wishes. As the sun rises up
in the sky, the shadows on their souls get slowly shone off by the light.
1ST OF AUGUST, 2019
Exactly 10 years after the fateful night, the 7 demigods invade Cabin 3
again. It’s a weird throwback, really. Like all those years have passed and
everything is the same. Of course, this is not true. Everything is different.
First, Leo is with them, as loud as usual. Then, there are those gold bands
around Frank’s and Hazel’s fingers. Little things have changed, too: crinkles
around eyes, scruffy chins, and smaller circles around eyes. There’s also, much
more importantly, the bump of Piper’s belly. During the night, she wraps her
arms around this beautiful new life and cries. Because she is happy, of course,
to have a future nobody expected her to live long enough to have. She also
cries because she is terrified. That she won’t love her child enough, or that
the kid won’t love her. She is frightened that that their dark, twisted world
will take her baby away from her from happiness and love. In the midst of her
breakdown, the others have started wiling, too. Not just from anger and pain,
such a little part of who they are, now. That year, they cry from fear, from
terror that this beautiful, unexpected life they are carefully building will be
1ST OF AUGUST, 2023
Surprisingly, that year, they don’t sleep. They all thought they would,
with young children keeping them awake every night.(Though they’re not
complaining, children are better than nightmares.) Instead of getting some
most-needed rest, they all pile up on a couch, just like when they were
teenagers. They spend hours talking, but avoiding painful subjects. They don’t
want to wake old monsters now that there is some much more to lose. But it has
to get out. The masks of serenity that they wear for their kids fall off and
they find themselves choking on tears. They hold each others and don’t tell useless reassurances.
1ST OF AUGUST, 2032
Something happened that summer. Something scary, that brings back the
old demons they wish had disappeared. Percy and Annabeth’s daughter was
attacked. Percy found a huge hellhound waiting for him at the door f his house
a few weeks before, with his daughter bravely trying to kill the vicious beast.
Now, Sandy is safe in Camp. But she won’t always be. None of their children
will be. Soon, the Gods will trick them into their sick power games and
monsters will chase them into darkness. Soon, their world will wreck those
innocent kids like it has destroyed their parents. That is why the Seven are
trembling, that night.
1ST OF AUGUST, 2078
That year, Frank is not with them. Hi stick finally burnt. A slow, quiet
flame, for the slow, quiet life he had. It’s been months already, so the pain
doesn’t tear them apart like it used to. Tonight, though, his absence hurts a
lot. They miss his warm cuddles and soft humming. They long for his
comprehending looks and constant proximity. It had been the seven of them for so
long, and now it isn’t, and the world makes no sense anymore.
1ST OF AUGUST, 2087
Annabeth is alone in Cabin 3. She closes her eyes and pretends that
they’re all here with her like they used to be: loud, supporting, and happy.
She hears Piper’s laugh as Leo pokes her in the ribs, tastes Hazel’s coconut
cake and feels Jason at her side, leaning into her just as much as she leans on
him. She smells Percy’s hair, salty and sweet, so familiar and heart-warming.
Even if her back hurts, she lies down on the floor and recalls their
adventures: retrieving the lightning bolt, finding a way out of the Labyrinth,
saving the world for the first time. Sketching the Argo with Leo, finding her
mother’s statue, winning a second war. Getting married, having kids, watching them
grow up. The memories have started to fade already. Faces blur and voices
become echoes. But just tonight, Annabeth allows herself to close her eyes and
live through memories.