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[CLOSED] because the last time I let myself feel this way
Who: Add (feat. Dynamo)
What: guess whose respawn timer just ended?? this will also be a catch-all for later, probably,
When: 6/12 and beyond
Where: Science Lab because he's never gonna leave it now
Warnings: he died and is actively having a panic attack it's gonna be Rough my dudes
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What: guess whose respawn timer just ended?? this will also be a catch-all for later, probably,
When: 6/12 and beyond
Where: Science Lab because he's never gonna leave it now
Warnings: he died and is actively having a panic attack it's gonna be Rough my dudes
((closed prompts for cr only this month i'll do open ones on the event later if i feel like it....... pls hit me up at
closed to Noah
Everything is overwhelming. His head is throbbing and his mind is racing, and it feels like he's hanging on by just a thread, like if he stops thinking for even a second everything will fall apart. He doesn't know why—doesn't remember what he's supposed to be thinking about—but it's too much, it's terrifying, everything is wrong and terrifying. He holds his breath until it hurts but it never does, so he just stops altogether. He wants the world to stop being so much. He wants to crawl into a hole and never leave.
A desk is close enough to a hole... so he's staying under here until he feels better. Or never. Whichever comes first.
Somewhere else in the school, a rousing game of cat laser tag is interrupted by a piercing sequence of beeps that can only be described as distress. Dynamo drops what they're doing to make a beeline for the science lab—if someone doesn't open the door for them, they will break a window by force, this is not a drill.
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Noah lets out a startled, upset mrowww as Dynamo beeps and races off, chasing after them with his tail puffed up and lashing. How dare you take the toys away from the Noah, he's only been a catboy for a couple of days and this is Noah abuse??
...
They want into the lab?]
I'll get the door open. Hold on...
["Hold on" is keyword for Noah's going to scratch at the door for a second before remembering he has hands. Hopefully the door is unlocked because if it's not he's going to break it down.]
the absolute tonal whiplash of this thread im crying
It hasn't quite occurred to them to explain what's going on for Noah... but if he can't just guess it, Add isn't hiding very far. The scientist remains unusually quiet while his drones continue to fret. Scanning, analyzing, re-scanning...
beep] No injuries detected. High stress levels detected. [... but it's wrong. it must be wrong, because Add says it's wrong and Add is always right. the drone beeps again.] Error. Master Add is hurt. No injuries detected. Master Add is hurt. Master Add is hurt. Master Add...
[a cascade of beeps, now they're both upset. The drone drifts back towards Noah... emotional support catboy, please help, they don't know how to fix this]
"nya" (add having a panic attack in the bg)
Either way, he follows after Dynamo, tracking Add by scent aside, and crouches down to see him hiding under a table. He swore when Add got back that he'd hug him, but Noah knows panic when he sees it — he used to look like this every other week — and he knows better than to just give an unprompted hug.
...
Cat instincts kick Noah's ass and he starts purring. Purrs help! And then he catches himself and realises that he's lost himself to catboy impulses, this is probably not helpful. Ahem.]
Add...? [What the fuck does he even say—] Add, hey. You shouldn't sit under tables. What... what if you hit your head standing up?
[...starting up the purr motors again.]
add finally rolling a 16 in time to be like why the fuck is noah a cat
Add seems unresponsive... but Dynamo's distressed error cuts off, leaving only a quiet whir that fills the silence. reassessing, recalculating, trying to fit the pieces together
but it's hard to focus. nothing feels real and he doesn't know how to ask am I dead? without it sounding stupid. if he can think, then he must be alive, so then... what happened? what can he remember...? someone else, there should be...]
... Komaeda. [his throat is dry and he hasn't been breathing for the past several minutes, but there's urgency in his voice. he needs to know—] Where is he? Is he...
[did he fail to make a difference...?]
dwbi he's living his best life
[He frowns, ears flattening against his head. He's glad he could do that much, but this shouldn't have happened at all! —No, no, this isn't about Noah and what Noah can and can't do to save people. Shut up, brain.]
If it weren't for your efforts, he would've died for sure.
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the rest doesn't matter. if Add died, or...
wait no it does matter] There isn't— I haven't been here, if I have then that's not me—
[imagine if u guys never figured out there were two Adds... anyway, at least he's looking up now, trying to meet Noah's eyes. finally starting to notice the other weird details. catboy Noah has not fully registered in his brain yet but there's a lot to unpack here give him one thing at a time, kicking his own ass takes priority over everything else now that he knows Komaeda is safe]
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[Noah mansplaining Add's powers to him like I bet you don't know what you can do lol I've got this.]
You don't have to tell me what happened if you don't want to. I won't pry into it, but... I'm glad you're back. I missed seeing you around. [And the purrs start back up again, oh boy.]
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[that's not even close to what Noah said, but he's only half-listening. the other half is still stuck in that moment, hyperfocused on maintaining an existence that's no longer in jeopardy. he doesn't know how he's supposed to feel anymore, what to think of I missed you or I'm glad you're back, the possibility of his other self still being here, replacing him, how much of what he's seeing and hearing is even real...
it's easier to just be angry. he wants to be angry.]
Just once I wanted to do things right— [his voice cracks, and... it's wrong. it sounds wrong, and that's all his brain can register before he's choking on his own words, shaking, dizzy, vision blurred. symptoms that don't make sense because he's not supposed to break down like this, not like this, not where people can see
... but it's too late to stop it now. all he can do is bury his face in his knees and pretend it's not happening, like... maybe it's better if this is all a wild hallucination. dying electrical signals in the... void-person core, or whatever. that's why Noah is a cat and Dynamo is speaking to him strangely.
by his own decision, he's barely aware of his surroundings—maybe that's why he doesn't resist or argue when Dynamo pulls Noah into their protective huddle. the purring helps. he is, surprisingly, getting his hug without having to initiate it.]
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No one's saying anything, Add. [Noah just doesn't know how to articulate this.] By the time I got to the scene, it was... it was already over and done with. It took me a bit to realise that there was another "you" in the first place.
[He has no idea what to say to the latter point, though. What can he say? He wasn't there. He doesn't know what "right" means in this case. Anything he could possibly say might make Add angrier, and that's the last thing he wants to do. So, instead, he settles for trying to comfort him in a way that Noah personally would want to hear.]
You're alive now, and you can move forward. You won't have to be stuck in the past forever. [Like Noah always is.] I'll be here with you to help, if I can. As a friend.