[The device turns on with a quiet click, revealing from its awkward angle on the floor a dark room where the silhouette of a nude young man with long hair bustles about amid the shadows.]

Where the hell are they…?

[Then, the lights are on. The room is spartan at best, and it would be difficult to lose anything in such an organized place. Despite ( Read more... )

Hey, Guy. Replica.

... I'm moving back in.

Replica. It looks like you have some explaining to do. You said you took care of it. Then *WHY*!?

What is he doing here!?

[OOC: 4th wall tiems! Feel free to pelt this entry with characters and screw Asch's brain a little more. xD]

[Low voice. Quiet admissions.]

I'm pathetic. All I wanted--needed--was their approval, their acceptance.

Nothing was ever good enough. I'm always... too soft, too weak.

Too worthless.

Meaningless.

All I wanted was to exist.

I just wanted a reason to be alive. But the only reason I found--

[Insert stifled, choked sob here.]

PATHETIC.

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YOU. The one who asked if I could do any better.

[In the dead center of the screen is a beautiful triple-layer ice cream cake sitting aside nicely on a clean counter. White chocolate ice cream-frosting on the outside, shaped into a flower cupping raspberries on the top.]

I told you I can. THERE.

[There are scratching, rustling, and crackling noises like those of a device accidentally turned on in one's pocket as he's walking.]

Do you think my original would try to save you if I killed you, or do you think he'd just be jealous I got to it first?

[That voice is recognizable as Guy's.]

I knew Guy was still cleaning the replica's place. ( Read more... )

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Contact & Critique: Here.

[series]: Tales of the Abyss
[character]: Asch the Bloody

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