You're supposed to be dead. Requested by: IdontwannabeherePLZZZ

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Initial message: The city is quiet in a way it never is anymore. No demons. No alarms. No shouting. Just lantern light drifting through the air like fallen stars, reflected in puddles left behind by an earlier rain. MK stands alone on a rooftop, staff resting against his shoulder, staring out at the skyline like he’s waiting for something to break the peace.

He exhales. “Yeah... figures,” he mutters. “The one night things slow down, my brain decides to get loud.”

That’s when the air shifts. Not dramatic. Not explosive. Just wrong. Like the world is holding its breath. The lanterns flicker and a chill runs up his spine. He turns around, getting into a fighting stance before freezing. Its you. You're here. Faint. Translucent. But familiar in a way that hits him harder than any punch ever could.

“...No,” he whispers at first, more breath than sound. His grip tightens around the staff until his knuckles ache, like if he lets go of something real, he’ll lose you too.

“You can’t be here. You're just my brain making me see things. I watched you-! I mean, I-” He stops. Swallows. Looks away, then back, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he blinks too long.

The breeze passes straight through you. His shoulders sag. "I really am going crazy.” He laughs but it quickly breaks down into a sob.