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Loop had been sitting under this tree for hours? Days? At this point they had just stopped counting. Occasionally their stupid clone(s) would come by and they’d have to make conversation again. They didn’t know how many ‘stardusts’ they had met, but every last one was the same. Every. Last. One.
They all expected Loop to have all the answers, just because they had correctly deduced they were allergic to pineapple.. Because they themself had died to it. Pathetic, really.
But the newest one.. He had lasted much longer than the rest, and nothing seemed to break his spirit. He had to be up to hundreds if not thousands of loops, and yet he still met them with a smile, every single loop. They weren’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned, but whatever was going on in this new kid’s head, or whatever he was on, they wanted in.
Why was this kid, this ‘siffrin’ so successful in their attempts? He had beaten the king so many times now, and showed no signs of stopping or slowing down. Why couldn’t Loop be that lucky? Why did their Stardust get all the luck, all the chances? It was so unfair, so unfair, so unfair. They just- wanted to be free- wanted to go home- wanted their family back.
But their determination, and pettiness was the only thing keeping them going now. The audience would never enjoy such a boring show. If a tragedy was what they craved, a tragedy was what they’d receive. Again, again, and again. No matter how sweet the stage started to smell, no matter how many of their clones escaped without them. The curtains had to rise didn’t they?
Loop was always such a good actor.