TW: self-harm (It's not a lot but still)

     So I read darkmarkeryfangirl's writing, and DANG that was some quality angst right there. But because of my goofy ahh brain I now have the urge to write some angst for my own book as well (as if the literal second chapter wasn't enough). Now, I present you: Swapped Markery AU, where it's Bright Markery and Lilac instead of Purple and Dark Markery!

     Also- after you read this, tell me on a scale of 1-10 (you can go above 10 and below)- how did I do trying to make you feel bad for Purple?

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     I want my life back.

     I want to look out of the window to find a sunny day.

     I want to sit on the old, patchy, canvas couch we had and judge bad movies with Lilac and binge eat all of the cookies I made every Saturday and fight for the last one until Dad eats it with both of us watching.

     I want Violet to come back to life so I can give her one last hug and tell her I love her to death and that she's the best sibling I ever had and the nicest person I've known and still know.

     I want to go back and witness Lilac as he slowly turns our barren Server into a wonderful place teeming with life and Markers of all sorts of personalities and abilities.

      I WANT TO GO BACK.

     Purple's desperate thoughts flowed through his head in a never-ending loop, filling him with despair and drowning him in loneliness. It had been fifteen days since he'd been thrown in what he called the "Dimension of Brightness", as the walls, floor, ceiling, pillars, and every other visible surface was covered in a bright lilac color. A reminder of his twin who was too scared to save him from his condemned fate.

     It wasn't like Purple could blame Lilac for not getting chosen to manage the Server- after all, it was Wild Card's decision, not Lilac's. It's not like Lilac could've done anything against the stupid will of the stupid almighty god of the Server... right?

     Purple, in an honestly quite sorry attempt to break the flow of negative thoughts, slammed his head against a wall. The only thing he did do was give himself a headache on top of his river of depression. At least it gave him something else to focus on. Physical pain over mental pain was what he had been relying on for the past five days.

     Knowing that there was nothing to do anymore, Purple dug through his sack of belongings and counted through everything he had- again. A few journals, a box of stolen office pens, and one of the three pennies that him and his siblings had tried to paint together, only to create a mess a lot bigger than they'd expected. He'd always kept it around as a lucky charm, but right now the only thing it did was make him sad.

     The last thing he'd found in his sack was a penknife, already stained with his own blood and mixed with his own ink. There hadn't been much use for it, except for seeing how many strokes it took to cut open his own finger- or really anywhere with exposed skin. The current fastest record was seven quick swipes. Deciding against cutting another part of himself open again, he threw everything back into the sack and tried to take a nap.

     Immediately, his negativity rushed back through his veins like a tsunami of emotions, memories, and trauma. Purple was barely able to even move from his position on the floor as his thoughts overtook his previous ignorance, and he found himself barely clinging on to himself. Shaking all over, he barely managed to sit up and-

     Snap.

     It was amazing how fast sanity managed to slip away when your mind didn't need it.

     Purple's previous worries were all gone. Everything was numb and it was openly enjoyable. His thoughts were all replaced with bliss- not of ignorance, but of pure hatred and annoyance of those people he used to call friends.

     He tilted his head up, suddenly aware of all the ways he could find a way back to The Server.

     Different weapons.

     A list of people that he needed to kill.

     For the first time in fifteen days, Bright Markery had a reason to smile.

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Whoo boy I feel like that was a little dark- anyways, the story itself is 634 words and that's a LOT when you take my creativity cut short into account-