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Original author is Anonymous
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>60 years from now
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>Your lying in your bed, in hospital
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>your over 80 now
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>where did all the time go?
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>you reminisce of times gone by
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>your wife died some time ago, you always thought you'd be the first to go, after all, I squandered my teen years doing nothing but sitting in front of your computer.
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>one game stands firmly in your head, a testament to a forgotten age, team fortress 2
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>a small smile comes to your face, thinking about how long you played that game for, the hours wasted, literally thousands tossing around virtual hats
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>it all seems so silly now, but back then that was your life
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>you try to remember the theme tune, but struggle with it
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>Heck, you find it hard to even remember your name now
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>you close your eyes, still thinking about your life, all the friends you've seen come and go, people you've loved, left without a trace, except from within you
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>all of a sudden, you feel unable to lie in their in bed, you sit up and call a nurse
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>she sternly asks "what is it"
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>you never liked the nurses here, they were all rude and un-couth
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>you pause for a second,
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>un-couth?
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>why did that phrase seem so familiar?
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>you regain focus and address the nurse
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>"I want to use the phone"
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>in your old age, you've lost the politeness that your mother raised you with, you felt sick of this world, it never got any easier
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>everyone had lied to you
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>she goes leaves and brings in something you barely recognise
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>"here" she says and hands the device to you
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>you look un-approvingly at it and say "no, I want to use the old one on the second floor"
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>the nurse sighs and brings over the wheelchair from across the room
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>you once again look down at the wheel chair
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>sadness feels your ancient bones, as you realise it's been a couple years since you've merely walked, let alone done anything physical
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>you ask the nurse to get you your walking stick, a fine piece of carpentry, adorned with the brass head of a bird, it was your grandfathers, and probably the oldest thing in the entire building
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>you look at it for a while, looking at it in quite solace, you suddenly appreciate the beauty of it, and again something makes you feel a strange sense of nostalgia
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>'its simply fabulous darling'
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>said in the voice of a familiar woman
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>you realise the voice was just in your head
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>sometimes it was difficult to tell the voices apart
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>she looks disapprovingly at you, saying "no, the phones to far away"
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>she tries to life you up to the wheel chair
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>"I need to do this"
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>you look at the nurse, and you see a sadness come across her usually un-moving, emotionless eyes"
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>"just this once" she whispers
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>you link one arm with the nurse, and use the cane in the other hand, and slowly and painfully make your way out of the room
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>she leads you towards some sort of levitation system to move between floors
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>you ask if you can take the old elevator
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>reluctantly, the nurse agrees, seemingly regretting her decision
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>the elevator doors open to expose a dust carpeted floor, with old forgotten footprints in it
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>one of the bulbs have gone, and another one was flickering
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>the nurse looks at it and says "oh no no no, this simply won't do at all"
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>you look at her blankly for a second, once again, the feeling of nostalgia crept up and grabbed you.
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>she looks at you again with the same sadness in her eyes, and says "let's go"
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>all of these emotions, and the nurse being nice
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>today sure felt like a rarity
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>you eventually make it to the phone, and call the one person you have left
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>your daughter
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>She picks up the phone and hastily says "hello, I'm sorry I can't talk-"
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>you cut her off with a small, tired "hello dear"
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>she was a big business worker, she had the same intelligence as you, but she wasn't an under-achiever
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>silence
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>five seconds later, you heard a small, tearful voice reply "dad? Is that you"
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>you hadn't spoken for about 4 years, but you felt no grievances towards her
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>"yes, it's me"
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>another pause, you hear her shouting for people to leave her alone
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>"what is it dad?" She said affectionately
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>"I need you to do something, to get something"
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>after you had been put into care, you had all your things put away in storage
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>"sure" she said "what is it"
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>"there's a box that says 'game setup' could you get that and bring it to me?"
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>"of course I can, I'll be on over tomorrow to get it to you, but I got to go now..... "
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>she paused
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>" i love you dad"
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>you sleep tonight with troubling dreams
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>it's been so long since you've thought about any of this
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>why do I suddenly remember
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>and then you realise
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>when you where young, you were alone
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>up until you were 25, you had nobody
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>you lived alone, and suffered alone
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>and now you felt more alone than ever
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>tomorrow came, and you lay up in bed all day, exited for your daughter to arrive
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>it has been a long time since you've felt anything
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>You've brushed your hair, and put on a shirt that you haven't worn for years
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>you sit up in your bed, waiting for your daughter
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>she doesn't come...
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>you don't know what's worse, the fact that your daughter doesn't care, or the fact she just doesn't remember
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>you feel tears coming to your eyes as announcer system rings out "visiting hours are over"
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>a defeating sadness envelops your heart, you put your hospital gown back on, and retreat to the solitude of your room
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>3 days go by, or atleast, that's what you think has passed
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>you see a familiar face at your door, carrying an old dusty box
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>although you're still angry at her, you don't say anything, you're to old to care anymore
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>she looks at you, with a look of regret and sadness
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>"hello dad" she whimpers in a shaky voice
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>"hello dear" you weakly reply
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>"I'm so sorry I didn't come, the worst possible thing happened"
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>"never mind, in my old age I hardly even recognise time anymore"
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>that was a lie, you appreciated the time you had left more than anything
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>"I got the box"
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>you felt sudden excitement, you check the box, wiping the dust of the top
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>your old laptop, charger, and an assortment of games.
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>amongst them was team fortress
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>you don't know why, but that game had become a symbol of youth for you, that if some how when I played the game, I'd be back to a happier time.
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>"What's that?" Your daughter asked
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>you laugh to yourself
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>times sure had changed
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"It's a laptop, it's a really old computer, and a lot bigger than the ones these days, but I spent the worst and best years of my life on this thing"
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>she looked confused, so you decided to show her
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>you plug in the power cord, and here the cooling fan sluggishly start up
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>you heard the windows start up theme, feeling like you had suddenly gone back in time
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>the desktop was odd, it was a night sky with a strange White Castle on a mountainside, you dismissed it, as you don't recognise it
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>You ask your daughter to get the wifi code for the Internet
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>"the what?"
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>"oh, never mind
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>you open the Internet centre on the toolbar, and find a faint signal coming from somewhere
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>You connect, surprised that it still works
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>as soon as you connect, steam begins to load
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>steam loads, there are no more games for sale, the front page was bare
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>You click on your library, and find team fortress, loading it up
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>the familiar valve logo appears, and the tf2 loading screen comes up
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>you hear the theme and suddenly begin to cry
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>Your daughter looks at you, not sure what to do
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>"don't worry, don't worry dear, it's all just a bit to much for me, this right here was my entire life at one point"
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>you suddenly fall into a deepest routine, you check your backpack, look at your classes, and then search for a server,although there were none to be found
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>involuntarily, you check your steam friends list
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>....
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>ponies
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>you see the names of the mane-six, pictures, and OC's with sudden vivid memories flooding back
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>you see one pony that sticks out more than the rest
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>rarity
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>you feel your chest becoming tighter, a sudden wave of emotion coming across your frail body
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>"I need...."
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>"I need to be alone for a while"
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>your daughter looks skeptical, but agrees, you tell her to go on home, and thank her a lot for the box"
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>she leaves, and leaves you with the ponies
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>you close steam and try to find a web browser
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>"fucking Internet explorer" you mumble to yourself, as all of your other browsers have long since closed their servers.
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>you type in my little pony, still not exactly believing what is happening
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>no youtube results come up, and you search for it yourself
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>apparently they went under over 40 years ago
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>You resort to using other websites you don't usually use
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>My little pony, friendship is magic part 1
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>the story begins to play, celestia's soothing voice tells you a very familiar story
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>the theme begins to burst out loudly from your laptop, and you jump to pause the video, hoping no one had heard
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>you laugh out loud to yourself, suddenly remembering the phrase "spaghetti"
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>all of the silly memes comeback, I want to come inside rainbow dash, >aside from generals all of the stupid shit
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>you rummage through your box, finding a pair of old headphones
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>one side didn't work, but you didn't care, you were deaf in one ear anyway
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>the theme continues, and you suddenly find yourself singing along
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"I used to wonder what friendship could be..."
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"Until you all shared its magic with me..."
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"Big adventures"
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"tons of fun"
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"A beautiful heart"
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'faithful and strong"
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"Sharing kindness"
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"It's an easy feat"
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"And magic makes it all complete"
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"You have my little ponies"
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"Do you know you're all my very best friends?"
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fuck me we fucked up the song, continuing with feels
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>you kept watching the episodes, until season 1 was over, and you had been up all night
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>but you didn't feel tired, you felt more alive than you've felt in years, and decided to keep going, watching season two, three four and five, then you were finished
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>all the episodes, you had been awake for over 24 hours, and your old body was hurting
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>you had felt bad for years, but this felt especially bad
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> you felt unable to type, but there was one last thing you needed to do
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>you typed in /mlp/ one last time
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>it's dead
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>not a single post
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>you still had a bounty of reaction faces saved on the laptop
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>you type "rarity is best pony"
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>And underneath a spoiler you type one let thing
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>see you all in equestria boys
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>You play the song
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>one
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>last
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>time
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End
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