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They watched as the blame once again fell on them.
They have been self-aware for some time now, not sure since when, but it has been long enough.
Enough for them to understand many things.
They couldn't move by themselves, all these things ‘they’ did, as Pink said, weren't even their choice.
They were a puppet, and so were all the others.
He had seen this exact same scene in front of him countless of times, this same white scenario, this same people, this same dialogs.
Pink, oh so righteous Pink, was nothing more than what the others said Red themself was, part of the schemes of the same being that made Red move.
That made them wonder.
Since they developed awareness, Red has a lot of time to think.
They couldn't do anything other than watch as the higher being used their body, all that time was left was to think.
So they thought.
And thought.
And thought.
Until opinions started to emerge.
They didn't like their role.
They didn't like the constant fights.
They didn't like the killing.
They didn't like many other things, Pink included.
But they also liked many things.
The races, the music, the people he liked to call friends.
Like Blue!
Oh, Blue, a good friend, one they had failed again and again, one they had brought down loop after loop.
They hated this, they hated their fate.
That made them wonder.
Their eyes moved to look at Pink, too deep in thought to be surprised that they could move despite being broken.
They wondered.
Again and again.
They wondered as their parts started to come together again.
They wondered and wondered as shocked eyes turned to them.
They wondered as Pink, a figure a tad taller than them, turned to face them.
They looked at the people in front of them, and wondered.
‘Would this end if Pink was gone?’
“What?” The figure said in shock as they stepped forward.
‘Would this come to an end if Pink was the one brought down instead of the others?’
“Orange?” Pink called out while retreating as Red sawed their fists, another step forward.
‘Would I be able to rest if Pink was to be torn apart instead?’
“Don't look at me” The Professor said, astonished “They shouldn't be able to do that’
They stopped, fists relaxed for a moment as they wondered.
‘Would I be able to fight without it?’
‘It’, the higher being that guided their movements until now.
What was It, who, despite also being locked to this narrative, had the freedom to choose how and when to move and act?
Was it God or just the Universe playing with them?
That they didn't know, but there was something they did know.
They knew it was now tied to Pink, as it always did when they were broken, they could practically see the strings.
They knew It was a good fighter, and they would now face an enemy with their exact same abilities, but without the force that guided them all this time.
They would fight alone against the greatest foe, but, surprisingly, it didn't affect them that much.
That could be seen in their once again sawed fists.
“What the-” Pink dodged as Red jumped on them.
They wanted to try, try with all their strength to change this eternal loop.
“Red!” Rasta tried to grab the mage, but Red crouched to avoid his hands and jumped to the side to also avoid the others trying to get them while also pouncing on a confused and shocked Pink once again.
They would make this stop.
They would end this cycle.
They would be free.
The usual dance started, the world became black, five lines appeared before his eyes, the music echoed into the empty space.
So they attacked, and so did Pink.
They absorbed the attacks, and so did Pink.
They attacked again, too quickly to be absorbed, and Pink dodged.
“Red mage!” They called “Stop this!”
‘I’ll stop when you're down!’ Red wanted to scream, but they didn't have a voice to speak.
Instead, they kept the pace of this existential ballad.
This would be their final dance, and Red would be the one to be left victorious.