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"Five Years Later..."

"Five Years Later..."

A Good/Bad Ending Meme

Happy First Anniversary, Save the Earth.

Let us celebrate by speculating on where our characters might be in another few anniversaries - pick one or both of the below and do a little babble/blurb - and from there, o' course, freely springboard off of others... or play/thread in the hypothetical scenarios, if you'd like.

Good Ending
Congratulations, Numbers Club - you've fended off the supposed invasion, after a global chase and monster attack and pseudo-political fight one after the other! With the last of the Enemy fleeing and your lot as Earth's heroes, you've got no need to hide yourself any longer - and look how much you've grown in all that time! What have you been up to - and now that you've saved the world, what will you do next?

Bad Ending
...Or you've failed to do any such thing. The alien invasion has succeeded and swarmed over the world. They've overtaken humanity, and the Noble Numbered might be desperately putting up a last-stand defense, hiding their heads, giving in, or on the edge after a string of failures - on a case by case basis. Everyone is bound to react to the apocalypse - and failure to Save the Earth - in different ways.

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Good Ending

hahaha good endings for shingekis yeah right

Alan feels like he should be happier. They won, after all! ...But that means there's no enemy left to fight, and it feels like fighting is all he knows now. He tries his hardest to enjoy life with Octavia and make sure that she's happy, but it all just seems empty and pointless. With his interest in art forgotten somewhere along the way, he can't even express himself with angsty paintings like he once might have. There's just a lot of boredom and frustration and anger building up inside him and nothing to take it out on. One day, he just might explode.

Bad Ending

When the aliens took over, the world became a lot more like the one in Alan's Echoes. With reminders of his past life around every corner, the lines between Alan and Eren became more and more blurred. He didn't care; the only thing that mattered was destroying the enemy and restoring freedom to humanity. So he fought, and he fought hard, with all the hate and rage in his heart and little regard for his own life.

It wasn't enough. The enemy was too strong. One day he took one risk too many and an energy blast took his head clean off. It wasn't even a brave or heroic death, just one among a countless others.

[ Fairy pirate robot troll waifu has noticed Alan's malaise. It is the one blot on her ridiculously amazing and glamorous life (well. That and the missing eye). Avoiding talking about problems has never ever worked for either of them past the eight minute mark, so. Here goes. ]

Hey, Alan? We need to talk.

[ She puts a hand on his shoulder as she says it, which serves two purposes. Firstly, it's a comforting, reassuring gesture! Secondly, she's using the robot hand. It has fantastic grip. CAN'T ABSCOND, BRO. ]

[Alan's been dreading this. Avoiding talking about problems might not work, but Alan would still prefer to try. Talking about problems sucks.

He doesn't actually flinch when she touches him, but he does tense quite a bit. DO NOT WANT THIS TALK.]

Yeah? About what?

You ain't happy.

[ Sorry, Alan. Concepts like "tact" and "not being a blunt asshole" aren't really troll things. ]

And I'm. Pretty sure I know why. Maybe. Probably?

[ Which isn't to say she's not still far more Octavia than Vriska. Thus the fidgeting. ]

[It's okay, those concepts aren't really Alan things either. And definitely not Eren things.]

Oh.

[There's no fidgeting here, but he sure is looking uncomfortable as hell.]

So why do you think it is?

Well. I think things between us are pretty great?

[ Which is true enough. She might have her insecurities, but she's pretty sure she'd be able to tell if they'd fallen out of love. ]

So it. Has to be about something I can't give you.

[ DEEP BREATH. ]

It's because you want kids and I can't have them isn't it it's the only possible explanation I fucking knew it!

Octavia I do not want kids.

Really? Because I wouldn't blame you. If we had kids they'd be the actual fucking cutest. Your eyes and my hair? Damn.

Wait, then. What is it? I mean you basically confirmed there's something, so.

We're still good. Right?

We're still good! Come on, we've always been pretty much the best.

[Ugggh this is why he didn't want to talk about this, it's just making her worry.]

Unquestionably the best! Not pretty much. Except when you went through your barfing-around-me phase, I guess.

[ She scratches at one of herhorns thoughtfully. ]

But as part of our absolutely legit contractual obligation to continue being the best, you have to tell me what's up. So I can yell at stuff until it gets fixed!

[He smiles a little before feeling really uncomfortable again.]

I dunno. Nothing's up. Everything's just fucking great.

Yuh-huh. Something's making you feel bad! You're as bad at hiding this stuff as Wally is.

Maybe worse.

[He just shrugs helplessly, not knowing what to say. He's not sure he even really understands what's wrong.]

[ Hurf, okay. A cuddle is obviously in order. ]

D'you want me to like. Do less of the whole parties and fame thing? Because I can do that! It's getting kind of old anyway. Snoozefest. Yawn.

[Yeah, cuddling's not bad. Not that it really helps much either.]

Come on, you love the parties and fame. And dropping it probably wouldn't do me much good anyway.

So what would?

[ How about hair-petting does that help

she won't even use the creepy metal hand how's that ]

You have to have some idea. So spill! And I will make it happen. No matter how ridiculous. Or dumb. Or potentially depraved.

[No the hair petting isn't helping either :c]

I don't, though. I don't even really know what's wrong.

Oh. Okay! We can dig up this shit. When was the last time you were like. Happy.

As in consistently happy. Not "I just got some" happy or "wow today was super fun" happy.

Uh.

[Five years ago.]

I dunno.

Least helpful answer in the world. Minus eight points for you.

How about talking about a time you were happy! Is thaaaaaaaat easier, Mister Empty McThinkpan?

I'm trying, okay! But, uh. Right. Happy.

[shit he can't really remember what being happy was like]

Alan you are fucking terrifying me right now.

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I'd say good ending but jfc you are a monster

teheeh

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