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Something Like A Will: Death Letters

[ Beside the notebooks, laid out, are a set of letters. Here's the top one. ]

In the event of my death:

I've left letters to try and settle any regrets. Truthfully, I've been thinking this a possibility for several weeks now. I learned I had died, before, and this was my second chance, and it made me realize just how fleeting all of this is. To those who had to see however I went this time, I'm sorry. Please, try to think of me before all that.

And, considering they keep taking horrible things from my world, a warning: should you ever receive an old-looking letter with the words "HELP ME" written in blood repeatedly, do not touch it. Find a way to burn it, I don't care how. I'd rather not get anyone else involved in that bloody curse.

I've not much of sentimental value here, but if a few things could be taken care of? The strange batcat stuffed animal I would like returned to my world, at some point. This is a big request, but if you could get it to [ there's an address here, somewhere in the Phillipines, addressed to a SANTOS family ] I would be eternally grateful. It doesn't really belong to me, anyway. On that note, though I fear to ask, if the state of my body is horrible: Viral's drill that I wore around my neck. If someone could take good care of that. I'd hate for something like it to be lost.

Besides that, there's no real instructions. My journals can be discarded. In one is some information some of you might find useful. I leave it to Terra, to do with as he pleases. I've been thinking for weeks about requests for contact on my world, but the fact of the matter is, I have no living close friends left, and I'm sure my parents have already been alerted to my death. To them, I died at the end of October, 2016. I'd want them to be oblivious about this.

I'm aware of our continued existence after death, but this is in the event that something goes wrong in the simulation, or if something about the aforementioned curse messes everything up. My Mum and Da shouldn't have to learn their little girl got a second chance, only to lose it again.

I've one last request, and it's a big one, I'm afraid to say. If any of you ever find the ability to take people from their worlds, like they did with us, if there's a way to locate specific people, please find the following people: Maria Isabella Grace Cruz Santos, Ashton Frey, Zachary Steele, Rose Cooper, Marianne McCollough, Hannah Wright and Luke Wright. I'm sure there are more, but they're the only ones I knew personally and by name, unfortunately. They're trapped in a horrible fate, that I would wish on no one. If I could get a second chance somehow, I'd hope for them to as well.

I'm sorry to leave all of you here, on your own. But you've proven yourselves capable, strong young men and women. Don't bend to these sociopathic torture-fiends. Above all else, live. Someone told me to keep looking forward. It's good advice that I've been trying to follow. Please, follow it in my absence.

Yours, Sincerely
Rebecca Gales

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Terra,

If you're reading this, I've met my end again. You're the type to take this hard, blame yourself, so don't. Whatever happened, it's something that I don't want you taking on like that. You've been a good friend, Terra. I don't know what I would've done, without your strength.

I wanted to meet your friends and Master, and to consult with them about the curse. Really, even before you offered that possibility, meeting them had been something I would've liked. To see the people you hold close, it was to be something I'd look forward to. You were one of the first people here I felt I could depend on, after all.

Remember what I told you: What a witch pulls from you isn't all there is to you. If I'm more than the faults I see in myself, so are you. There may be darkness in you, but there's also overwhelming light.

Your friend,
Rebecca

Edited 2018-09-19 07:49 (UTC)

Dear Max,

I'm sorry. As the weeks have gone on, I've really hated the idea of writing one of these to you. But if you're reading this, I've died. I never wanted to add to those you've lost. I know from experience that when those close to us are taken, it can drive us to do reckless, unimaginable things. But please, above all else, take care of yourself.

I don't want you to blame yourself for all this. My choices, wherever they lead me, were my own. You're the sweetest possible girl, but you're also so hard on yourself. Surround yourself with things and people that make you feel good about you. You deserve to feel love and be loved, but you can choose what you accept. Don't let anyone make you feel like that decision isn't yours.

In my general letter I mentioned the stuffed Batcat. It belonged to my friend, Isabella, and she told me it gave her comfort in many hard times. It's such a small thing to leave you, far too insignificant. But I'm sure she'd agree that you need it most. Hold the little guy close, and I'll be there for you.

Love from,
Becca

Dear Akira,

If you're reading this, I've died. What a horrible way to open a letter, I know. But I'm not one to shy from the truth, and I know you're not either.

Truthfully, I'm never going to stop worrying about the group of you. Even after I'm dead, probably. But I believe in you too. I have faith in how determined and dedicated you are to pulling together. You've taught me sometimes us grown-ups really do need to let the rest of you make your own mistakes. Just try not to make too many, alright?

I've never gotten to tell you this, but you reminded me of my oldest friend, when we were children. He grew up to become a detective, which is honestly why your stance surprised me. It's because I thought, you'd be a perfect one. Someone dedicated to justice and saving others. Someone who wants to right the wrongs he sees in this world.

I really wish you could have met him. After initial misgivings, I feel you could've gotten along.

If you could for me, please watch after Max. She's been having such a hard time with everything. As her friend and mine, do this for me, please.

Love from,
Sensei

Edited 2018-09-20 00:48 (UTC)

Tsukasa,

If you're reading this, I've died. Another one that humanity has to offer you, unfortunately.

You're the hardest to figure what to say to, honestly. Each time I've rewritten these, yours has been the one I need to put the most thought into. Because you're something I've never encountered before? Because you've experienced such a heavy thing involving humanity?

I suppose what I'm to say to you is this: Take what of your past you want, what of the boy whose body you have you want, and make yourself something new. I'm one to hold onto the past, sometimes too tightly. But I can see sometimes, what you have in yours, it weighs you down.

I meant what I said before. You decide who you're going to be. Be what the world didn't think you could. Be good.

Also, if I can be an overbearing nag for a moment, be good to the rest of the teenagers, alright? They don't have your experience in life, or your sense of what you want. Be careful with them.

Sincerely,
Sensei

Edited 2018-09-20 01:08 (UTC)

Dear Monika,

If you're reading this, I've died. I'm so sorry, dear. After all the trust and faith you put in me, I never wanted you to read something like this.

I know that when you're a teenager, everything can be a little too much, sometimes. Especially without people to confide in. People make mistakes, Monika. Sometimes, they're incredibly big mistakes. What matters is how you react to it. I hope, even without me there, you can find someone to talk to, and you can remember, I'm still on your side.

Whatever was too much for you to tell me, it doesn't change my thoughts. You're a good girl, Monika. I know you are, everything aside.

Love from,
Miss Gales

Edited 2018-09-22 21:21 (UTC)

Waver,

If you're reading this, I've died. It's unfortunate, at best, but I wanted to try clearing the air, a little.

I've been harsh on you. I've said some blunt things, but I don't take them back. It's because when I look at you, I see someone with a brilliant light, one that I don't want to get snuffed out by either the world or your own hangups. You're a sharp boy, exactly the kind of the student I'd want to have in class, that loudmouth of yours included.

I don't pretend to know what you and Connor spoke about. But if the two of you found common ground, I'm glad for it. I know when you spoke to him, it was from grief and anger. What I told you, I did from experience. At the time, I didn't realize just how much, but it stands the same. We could lose people, at any time, and that's why we have to make the most of our lives while we have them. Not fight with the ones we love, but talk to them, honestly. It's why I'm writing these letters.

Probably, this is all coming across as a patronizing lecture. But I hope you can take some of it to heart. I do care about how you go through life, Waver. I hope in the end, I was able to express some of that.

Sincerely,
Rebecca Gales

Edited 2018-09-22 22:00 (UTC)

Edgar,

If you're reading this, I've died. Sorry I never finished editing your manuscript. It hit a bit too close to home.

I've noticed you seem to have a close relationship with the clown. Gogol. Whatever it is, I just want you to be careful. I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I don't like or trust him.

Good luck, detective. Keep reading, no matter what you discover. Give them hell for everything they've put us through. And the others, help take care of them, alright?

Sincerely,
Rebecca Gales

Edited 2018-09-19 08:07 (UTC)

Tess,

If you're reading this, I've died. Should I ever become a malicious ghost, I want you to call an exorcist. Seriously.

For this to come on the heels of the two of us actually having what seemed like a heart-to-heart is, well, just my luck. You're more grown up than I thought you, and for that I still apologize. My stupid judgmental self probably kept us from something like a friendship. It's a strong regret.

I really do admire your dedication to your Sera. Never lose that, okay? Not that I think you would. It just goes to say.

Sincerely,
Rebecca Gales

Edited 2018-09-19 08:38 (UTC)

Osomatsu,

If you're reading this, I've died. Believe me when I say, I'm so sorry to be leaving you. I wanted to keep supporting you and watching you grow.

But you're not alone. I swear it. There are people here who will help you, if you let them. They've helped me. All of your misgivings about yourself aside, look at how much you've survived. Look at how much you've adjusted. Most people can't handle one loss, and that's them coming from worlds full of it. You've had to learn about it just here. And look at you. Look how far you've come.

Appearances are deceiving. I told you before, I misjudged you, harshly. Read this and believe it, alright? You are much more than a Shitty NEET. And you're more self-sufficient than you realize.

Hank would be proud of you. I know I am. Please, don't give up. Get home, to your brothers.

Your friend,
Rebecca

Edited 2018-09-19 22:18 (UTC)

Dear Rantaro,

If you're reading this, I've died. To add to what you've seen and been through, I'm truly sorry.

Don't be afraid to confide in the people here. Terra's been wonderful at soothing my nerves, and Akira's more grown-up than you'd imagine him. You're a good, dependable boy. Bright, with a lot to say, even if you're not saying it out loud. Keep doing that. Make your voice heard, in whatever way you can.

Thank you, for giving me comfort and support. Please continue to find it, yourself.

Yours truly,
Rebecca

Edited 2018-09-19 07:49 (UTC)

Orga,

If you're reading this, I've died. I know you're probably not the sort to dwell, so I won't waste time on that. Really, I just wanted to apologize. When we first met, I tried to presume I knew about your life and what you needed. I didn't. Honestly, I still don't. But I know you're much more than a teenager. While I wish you hadn't grown up experiencing so much pain, I see that you are who you are. I never should've stepped on that.

You're always a calm, cool head in a crisis. Everyone needs that around here. Lend them your strength, but keep some of it for yourself as well? I probably don't have to tell you this, but it's who I am. Forgive me a little worry.

Sincerely,
Rebecca Gales

Edited 2018-09-19 07:50 (UTC)

Ryota Mitarai,

If you're reading this, I've died. I know you're probably surprised to be receiving something from me. We haven't exactly seen eye-to-eye.

But it didn't feel right for me not to write something. I'm trying to life - and die, in this case - without regrets. And this feels like a regret waiting to happen.

I don't think I can ever understand you. When I was younger, I was afraid of speaking out, but I closed myself inward, until someone helped me find my strength. You remind me somewhat of those days, but it doesn't quite add up. Maybe that's what irritates me. What I want to say to you, is please, try and find some faith in the others around you. In what they say, no matter how strange it sounds, or what they believe. In what they're speaking from their hearts. Often, there's truth in that, and in opening your mind, you're bound to interact better even with those you clash with. I speak from experience.

I truly hope you've people here you can depend on. Don't shut yourself in.

Sincerely,
Rebecca Gales

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