MercyTwilight

Deponia felt pretty empty to Rufus these days, he gazed at the sky just for a second as he walked down the junk road, off to get some food. With no real place to call home anymore he has resorted to scavenging daily to find what he needs. Sometimes he would give anything to be back in his home town, in his somewhat comfy bed, with food not too far from him. Rufus sometimes wondered what life would be like if he never tried to leave that day, would Deponia have exploded? Is it selfish for him to wish that he was never anyone’s hero? There are days that he would give everything he had been through to be normal again; but then he remember

Rufus watched as the world began to rush towards him, it was big and blurry, his trash planet. His mind was glued to Goal as the blurry planet grew closer, he closed his eyes, ready to accept his chosen fate. He threw out his arms, as if ready to receive a hug from Goal… Everything felt cold, what was this feeling, was it true death? Naw, Rufus knew what dying felt like and this wasn’t it, he opened his eyes. Apparently he had been lucky enough to fall into water, lucky as hell that he wasn’t dead. Or was he really that lucky? ~~ A whole year had passed since that day, the day he choose to die for Goal, Rufus glanced at

(This is the first chapter, there is a Prologue that you should read first that sets the scene. You can find it on my profile page!)    It was before my time when the beginning of the end started. Jeremy told me all of the stories about what life was like before the fallout of the planet. There was electricity and running water, cars so you didn't have to walk, air planes that defied gravity in the sky; all of these things are only distant dreams now. Sometimes I look at a TV with its cracked screen and wonder what it was like to watch a program on it.    None of these things exist anymore; all there is to do on this planet now is to find

I'm afraid to sleep, because I'm afraid I might not wake up. Sometimes I think that the next blink I make could be my last, so I savor what I see; every washed out colour, every pattern that isn't gone. I always touch everything I can find, remember how it feels, if its cold or hot, even the things that are peeling with rust. Every sense I have is on overdrive so I don't miss anything, because I want to remember it before it's gone. Almost everything was lost in the first few years, at least that's what my friend Jeremy told me before he died. Don't feel bad everyone I know dies, that's why rule number one is to not get attached. Getting att

(now a lot of awesome people have been asking me for another SoMa fic so I finally found the time to write the last one in the series! I know it's like a year late, but my shitty computer wouldn't work for the longest time, it finally is, so before it dies completely here we go, last fic for the SoMa!) (WARNING: some parts give away the ending to the manga so don't read if you don't want spoilers!) ~5 years after the "I love You's"~   Soul was sitting on the couch holding his new daughter and son while Maka got some much needed sleep. A lot had happened in the last five years, Soul had become the finale Death Scythe, Kidd had become Lord