orphanerdouchebag submitted:
2011-12-10 12:28
ok let's try this again and if it doesn't work i'll kick tumblr
> Jade: Remember.

You started wearing your reminders again after the game had ended - the day after, in fact. After all of the reunions, after you had said good-bye to your grandfather and played bullet fetch with Becquerel (not Bec, never Bec, because that name sends you to a place you’re not sure you can go any more) for hours on end, you tied a single black string to your right ring finger. It took a while to find some, too, because before your strings had always been colourful. But it just didn’t feel right to give memoriam to SBurb in iridescent greens or cool blues.

It had to be black.

That first reminder since has been joined by a multitude of other, happier ones. Three on your pinky - cerulean, crimson, and magenta, for John, Dave, and Rose’s birthdays - and a glow-in-the-dark green to make sure you remember to feed Becquerel his irradiated steak every day, and seventeen orange ones because you are going to find those fucking pumpkins one day, god damn it.

You find yourself contemplating the black one most often of them all, though, for obvious reasons. Forgetting the game that changed your life would never be easy. (If Rose was so inclined, she would say that deep down you really didn’t want to, because you still kept that reminder on your finger after years of normalcy; time you could have spent not actually thinking about it.)

Sigh.

> Be accosted by The Big Devilbeast.

Like a bat out of hell (or canine, as the case may be) Becquerel comes bounding up to you. He sort of knows, in that good-dog-best-friend way of his, when you need him.

You proceed to make abubububu-type noises at him for several seconds, even going so far as to kiss him right on the snout. Yep, right on his faceless… face. He then proceeds to lick you like he is a slightly overweight young man who has just had a godly, bacon-flavoured lollipop dropped straight into his lap, and you giggle, ruffling his fur. “Hey, boy - ew, not my glasses, I need those for seeing stuff! - what’s up?”

Woof. Woof woof woof… arf.

Oh, shit, you forgot his steak! Looks like that reminder hasn’t been doing its job… although you can’t really blame it, because it can get rather inconspicuous in daylight.

> Cover the reminder with your hand and hold it up to your face. Fondly regard glowing.

No, there’s no time for that! Your poor, sweet, understanding doggy needs his dangerous dinner!

…Okay, one time couldn’t hurt. The reminder comes off and is placed in the palm of your hand, and you cover it with the other before holding it up to your face. It still glows!

Good.

> Back on task. Get that steak!

Right, right. You slip the string back on your finger and access your Memory Modus. (Nowadays, you use it purely for the sentimental value. You’re no longer able to pick out the right cards on your first try very much any more, much to your chagrin.) Several failed attempts and vastly impudent fruits later, you finally lay out the refrigerator and cookalizer and get started with Becquerel’s dinner.

You’ve kept him hanging long enough, after all!