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This was getting so stupid.
How many times had he seen his friends die, had seen the body of his older brother, had died himself? He lost count a long-ass time ago, and at this point, it was just really fucking stupid.
Again and again, Dave Strider turned his tables and reversed and fast forwarded and did his best to just fucking fix it.
{this is stupid}
It wasn’t working.
It seemed like, though the Alpha timeline was doing just fine, the doomed timelines were countless and the bodies of the people he cared about most were piling and piling up.
{this is stupid}
Just moments ago, he’d looked into the dead eyes of Rose Lalonde, and it was almost like they were begging him to help her, to fix it. Her grimdark magic needles fell at his feet, still sparking.
{this is stupid}
He was nearly dead not too long after, and he decided that he had fucking had it. He was done, that was it, it needed to stop happening.
So he did his timey thing, turning his tables, getting back to the Alpha timeline.
{this is stupid}
He hadn’t even noticed that he himself had changed, skin glowing darkly, whisps of shadow curling around him. He wasn’t even really sure where he’d ended up. All he really knew was that he was done with this steaming, heaping pile of utter and complete shit.
{this is really fucking stupid}
Dave Strider had officially gone grimdark.