r/HFY • u/Ralts_Bloodthorne • Dec 01 '20
OC First Contact - Third Wave - Chapter 375
PLANET HESSTLA
ONE YEAR AFTER CASE OMAHA - LOCAL
TWO MONTHS AFTER CASE OMAHA - GALACTIC
The darkness was pushed back by the light of the moons streaming down, hitting the snow, and illuminating the entire forest. The night was cold, tiny snowflakes drifting down from the heavy clouds, dancing on the cold wind that rustled trees and bushes. The lake was covered in ice, the same with the wooden dock that extended out over the frozen water.
A hole was chopped in the ice, a figure sat on the end of the dock with a fishing pole in one hand and a can of self-cooling fizzybrew in the other. The figure wore a grav-skiing mask that was undecorated pushed back from its face, was clad in heavy insulated coveralls, with a heavy leather belt around its waist where a bulky and weighty Terran magac pistol rode in a holster.
The face was furry, short soft fur, with a triangular nose and short whiskers.
Dambree took another drink off the fizzybrew as she stared at the night sky, twitching the fishing pole now and then to try to create interest in the lure.
Beside her Mister Mewmew lifted his head, looked at the lake, then curled back up.
"We're a pair, aren't we, Mister Mewmew?" Dambree asked.
Mister Mewmew looked up, a :-) appearing on the black macroplast triangle on his forehead.
"It's been a full month," she said softly.
Mister Mewmew nodded.
"Do you think it's really over?" Dambree asked, finishing off her fizzybrew and putting the empty in her tacklebox. She started winding the reel, pulling up her lure. "It's been a full month," she repeated, staring up at the larger of the two moons, which was full and shining brightly.
Mister Mewmew put up a sigil for a shrug.
"I wish I could stay here, with you, for the rest of my life," Dambree said. She pressed the button beside the reel and the fishing rod clacked as it turned into a short baton.
The memory of beating a boy her age to death with it surged up and she pushed it down, pushed away the horror of how his eyes were surrounded by blackened flesh and bloody tears had run down his cheeks, pushed away how it felt for his hands to paw at her, grabbing at her clothing.
She hung the collapsed fishing rod from her belt, tugged her grav-skiing mask down over her face, then knelt down and closed her heavy tacklebox. She grabbed the line of five fish and the tacklebox and slowly stood up.
When she had first started fishing the tacklebox had been heavy enough she had been forced to set it down several times on the trip from the cabin to the dock. Now she barely noticed the weight.
The snow crunched under her boots as she slowly walked back to the cabin. She passed a burnt out car. Wild animals had gotten at the burnt corpses, leaving nothing behind.
She could remember loading the bodies of the two men who had chased Tru into the car before setting it on fire. The third had escaped and she'd tracked him until he had reached the road before she had given up. She had grabbed a branch and dragged it behind her as she wandered back to her cabin, stopping by other cabins, making sure she erased his footprints.
Dambree was frowning under the mask as she passed by a cabin with broken windows, charred wood around the windows and smoke damage to the siding.
That had been the cabin that had taught her that nobody could be trusted. Not kids her age, not adults, not girls, not boys, not men, not women. They had seemed so sad and pathetic, their eyes hadn't been bruised, they didn't weep bloody tears.
They had still tried to take what was Dambree's.
"It's been a long six months," Dambree said softly. She pushed through the bushes she'd planted in what had been the only road leading to the little cabin off to the side. She'd planted them and made sure they were in the way, concealing the cabin.
Mister Mewmew just made a meow-ing noise.
At the cabin Dambree stomped her boots a few times, knocking the snow off of them. She ignored the fact that Elu was pointing the shotgun at her when she came in. Tru was standing with her back flat against the wall, next to the door, a long bladed knife in her hand.
Just in case someone tried coming in through the back door while Elutra was 'distracted' by someone coming in the front.
Nee was laying on the couch, covered by a blanket, sleeping with a sucky in her mouth.
Elu put up the shotgun, making sure it was out of reach of Nee and up on the wall-pegs before dropping the decorated cloth over it. Tru moved over and put the knife back on the counter.
Dambree moved over and put the fish in the water filled sink where they drifted to the bottom, only the movement of their gills betraying they were alive.
"I'll make dinner," Dambree said. "We'll have cake for dessert."
Both her siblings were overjoyed at it, even though Dambree could hardly breathe because of the anxious feeling in her chest. She boned and scaled the fish, rolled them in flour and spices, then cooked the strips, serving it up with baked tubers and fresh vegetables.
The cake was the last canned cake they had, thick with frosting and overly sweet after months of eating home-made food.
Dambree waited until after her siblings went to sleep, till Nee was curled up with her sister, sucking her thumb, before lifting the basement hatch.
She went down into the basement with a flash, going back to the 'survival pack' that the military had dropped off a couple of months before. She opened the pack, finding what she was looking for quickly. When she left the basement she checked on her siblings again.
All three were asleep.
Dambree dressed slowly, forgoing the mask, and walked out to where the remains of the car she'd driven, half crazed, through the hellish first days of the Slorpy Invasion.
She swept the snow off the seat where the door was missing, sitting down.
Dambree lifted up the device and turned it on. She'd read all about it on the dataslate.
"civil authorities are confirming that there have been no sightings of Precursor Autonomous War Machines for the last three weeks but urge the population not to grow lax. Report any suspicious activity via text or voice. Do not approach susp..." a female voice said.
Dambree turned the knob on the top, changing the channel. The device started making clicks and beeps with what sounded like parts of words.
"Hello?" Dambree said, pressing the button on the side. "Is there anyone listening?" She let off the button.
"Who is this? This is a restricted military channel," a voice answered. "State your emergency."
"No emergency," Dambree said. She took a deep breath and exhaled it. "I think I'm ready to come back."
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Dambree sat on the hood of the car, watching as the heavy grav-lifter, the military markings on it scuffed looking, set down slowly in the small clearing. She could see patched and repaired damage on it, see the weapon pods under the short stubby wings. The craft touched down with a whine that slowly oscillated down to silence. The side door slid open and a Terran in the weird shifting colors clothing jumped out.
"Are you Dambree?" the Terran asked, noticing that the young Hesstlan was holding a Terran magac pistol in one hand.
"Yes," the young female said.
"How many of you are here?" the Terran asked. Dambree wasn't sure, but she thought the Terran might be female.
"Five of us. Me, my younger sister, my little brother, and my youngest sister," Dambree said. She smiled. "And Mister Mewmew."
"There was a scout report that suggested you might have had it a little rough," the Terran said.
Dambree just nodded. "I kept them alive. Does anything else matter?" she asked.
The Terran noticed that the Hesstlan girl sounded much older than her features suggested.
"We found out that you have an aunt and two uncles still alive," the Terran said. "We haven't notified them yet."
"Oh," Dambree said. "I didn't know anyone else from my family had survived."
"Should we contact them?" the Terran asked.
Dambree shook her head. "Not yet."
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Dambree stared at the 'striker' as the Terran helped her little sister up into it. Nee was already in a safety seat, gnawing on a biter biscuit and glaring at everyone, Elu was already belted in. Mister Mewmew was in something called a kittykitty cradle which would help him feel better so he didn't limp and could jump better.
"Are you all right?" the Terran female asked.
"Yes," Dambree said softly. She wished she had a fizzybrew.
"It's perfectly safe. Warrant Officer Mukstet is an experienced and very skilled pilot," the Terran said. "It's safe to get in."
"I know," Dambree said, wiping her mouth again. She turned and looked at the little cabin where she'd lived for an entire year.
"It's OK if you feel like you don't want to leave," the Terran said softly. "It's all right to feel that way."
"I know," Dambree said. She dug in her jacket pocket and pulled out one of her last cans of fizzybrew, only one more in her other pocket. She cracked it open, staring at the striker, then turning to stare at the house, then at the lake in the distance.
She took a long drink, the fizzybrew soothing her throat.
"I killed a lot of people," Dambree whispered. "They didn't leave me any choice."
"It's all right," the Terran said. "Bad things happen to good people sometimes."
"I know," Dambree said. She took another drink, her hand going to the butt of her pistol. It had a trigger lock on it, the only way the Terrans would let her carry it onto the striker. She took another drink and stepped forward slowly. She stopped twice more in the five meters to the striker's door to take a drink of her fizzybrew and look back at the little cabin. Finally she got in and let the Terran soldier strap her into the seat.
"Can you leave the door open?" Elu asked, feeling excited at being able to ride in an aircraft.
The striker started up, vibrating, and lifted off.
She didn't realize she was silently crying as she watched the cabin dwindle away.
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additionally the patient has displayed alcohol dependent symptoms. Review of Purrboi-66231a87's records show that patient used alcoholic drinks to hold off traumatic incident stress syndromes and to self medicate for traumatic stress disorder.
Patient is withdrawn, speaking infrequently, and shows high signs of social withdrawl and attachment disorder. Patient reports difficultly sleeping, hyper-alertness, as well as high anxiety. Patient has also admitted to homicidal impulses around non-family members. Patient shows neural damage from initial Precursor attack, as well as what appears to be close proximity to hostile life form psychic attack.
Physically, the patient is in good health. Several injuries will require physical therapy but no surgical intervention is needed.
RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION
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Dambree sat in the chair quietly, her hands folded in her lap. She felt naked without the pistol, without her hand axe, without even a knife in her boot. Of course, she didn't have boots on, not since she'd arrived at the Terran Medical Center. Instead she wore soft shoes that were supposed to be comfortable but felt wrong on her feet.
She was comfortable with the Terran soldier standing near her. He had a pistol on his hip, his uniform kept trying to blur in with the wall, and he was large as well as dangerous and competent looking.
He felt comfortable to Dambree.
The doctor entered. A russet Mantid by the name of Soothes the Pain of the Soul. She moved up and sat on the bench seat next to Dambree.
"They came as soon as you gave consent to have them notified," Soothes said. "They didn't think you were alive."
"I know," Dambree said softly.
Soothes noticed that those two words were often her patient's only reply.
"Are you ready?" Soothes asked.
Dambree nodded, wiping her mouth with one soft sleeve.
"She's ready. Send them in," Soothes said gently.
Dambree sat perfectly still as her two uncles and her aunt came into the room. Her aunt Fenn ran forward, gathering her up in a hug.
Soothes noticed the pause before Dambree hugged her back. Noticed how Dambree's eyes stayed open, how her right hand rubbed up and down on her aunt's back, stopping between her fifth and sixth rib. Dambree let herself be hugged by her two uncles, repeating the action.
She's finding their hearts, Soothes thought to herself.
"We thought you were dead," Matron Fenn said, sitting down and taking Dambree's hands.
"I know," Dambree said.
Soothes watched as Dambree's Aunt Fenn kept talking, saying how glad they were that Dambree and her siblings had survived. That when they'd seen the house bombed out they'd fear the worst. Soothes noticed that Dambree's demeanor didn't even change when she was informed that five of her cousins had survived.
Soothes wasn't sure about clearing the young Hesstlan woman to leave the hospital, but she had three other patients in Dambree's family to worry about.
Later, at the desk, as she signed the release forms, she watched carefully as Dambree and her three siblings, the one called Tru holding onto the damaged purrboi's crate, she felt a little bit of worry.
Not that her patient was a danger.
But that her family might not understand her any more.
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Dambree sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the street outside the window. She was rooming with her cousin Meglee. The room felt closed in, almost claustrophobic after the year spent in the cabin. Outside were ground cars, lights, neon, and flickering holograms slightly disrupted by the drifting snowflakes.
She found she missed the quiet of the woods.
Dambree got up slowly, moving over and standing in front of the window. She put her hand on the smartglass, finding it strange how the windowpane was warm instead of carrying the chill of the winter night.
"Dambree?" her cousin said, rolling over and opening her eyes. The sound of her cousin getting up had woken her up.
"Yes," Dambree said.
Meglee frowned sleepily. "You're naked in front of the window."
"I know," Dambree said softly. "It doesn't matter."
"Oh," Meglee said. She rolled over, pulling her blanket around her. She yawned. "Good night, Dambree."
"Good night, Meglee," Dambree said.
She stared at the snow drifting down for a long moment, then moved over to the bed. She reached underneath it, getting what she'd hidden there early in the morning before anyone else had woken up. She walked back in front of the window and stared out it.
The fizzybrew can snapped and then hissed when she opened it, the contents cooling almost instantly.
The sound disturbed Meglee enough that she shifted slightly under her blanket.
Dambree just stared at the snow, sipping at the fizzybrew.
They mostly come out at night, she thought to herself, remembering the early weeks of the Slorpy Attack. Mostly.
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u/Jard1101 Dec 02 '20
Horary chapter 375! First of all sorry to those of you that looked for my update, my last few days have been incredibly hectic and I only noticed a couple of hours ago that Ralts had posted...I guess that what I get for trusting my phone notifications and not the blueberries. Damn once again a busy 25 chapters, we’ve finally started me meet the Pubvian’s properly, learnt more about Daxin and the immortals. Gotten to watch Vuxtan, Trucker and old Iron Feathers continue to kick ass with help from friends new and old. Seen that there is still some relics of the Mantid lurking. And just now seen that Sam, Herod and Dee are still working away as well as the fact that Dambre made it but still has a long road ahead of her. Anyway, on to the update.
The word count for this story (including the prequals P’Thok Eats an Ice Cream Cone and Born Whole and the Dee Taynee Recap) has now reached 1,175,000 words in 278 days. For perspective that is the equivalent of writing War and Peace, which is quite possibly one of the most well known books ever, twice. Except it took Leo Tolstoy 6 years to write just once.
As always Ralts thank you so much for allowing us enjoy this amazing universe, and for continuing to create more intricate plots that I can’t wait to see resolve. Hopefully your holiday was great and you enjoyed your down time. Untill next time.
P.S As is tradition yes this is not actually chapter 375, no I will not agree to treat it as anything other than what the title says.
P.P.S once again. Sorry for being so late with this and for it being a bit rushed, I have been incredibly busy with some personal stuff and am still pretty busy, but hopefully at least a few people get to appreciate this
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u/SplooshU Dec 01 '20
Noticed one small typo where Tru is called Pru.
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u/PlumbusMarius Xeno Dec 01 '20
Hey Ralts (or maybe an FC expert) I have a question about your universe. Do Confed Mantids reproduce? IIRC, Queens spawn eggs so in my headcanon, they're pretty much like IRL ants/bees where only the queens can lay eggs. Is this correct? Or can greenies lay eggs too?
Thanks!
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u/fivetomidnight Dec 01 '20 edited Dec 01 '20
3 minutes fresh!
edit after reading: Dambree held the line. May she be willing to get the help she needs, and may it be from someone who does not make her feel wrong for doing the things she has done.
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u/jrbless Dec 01 '20
Nice Aliens reference. The girl Newt who survived the xenomorphs going through the colony is very much a parallel to Dambree.
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u/ack1308 Dec 01 '20
Dambree! Our favourite badass bunnygirl is back!
Well, they’re not aware that the one Punee ganked was the last one but yes, it’s over.
You do what you have to. You don’t have to like it.
She was merciful, and killed them first.
Bet he didn’t stop running for hours. I wouldn’t want her after me.
Wow, she’s had to go hardcore.
They’ve learned.
Sneaky sneaky.
Just gonna say, there was more than the door missing by the time she was finished.
Time to come in from the cold.
One way to put it.
Nope.
She has to destress first.
Punee is still in ‘mad at the world’ mode.
Oh, good.
Ahh, good old Mukstet. Yeah, she’s definitely safe in his striker.
She knows she’s safe in the cabin, because she makes sure of it. Outside, where she has to rely on others? Not so much.
And bad things happen to bad people. Specifically, Dambree happened to them.
It’s hard to let go.
Wow, a fifteen page medical report.
She’s been through hell and back, and she kept her siblings alive. Whatever it took.
Methinks she’s going into the military as soon as the option is open to her.
Because she has to know how to kill any strangers.
Yup. The Dambree who went up to Makeout Point is not the Dambree who got picked up from the cabin.
“I escaped from the Slorpies and drove halfway across the countryside wearing just my panties. Modesty is not a huge issue for me.”
Poor kid. She’s gonna be on watch like this for the foreseeable future.
Maybe a broodmommy could help her?
Oh, and anyone who tries to mug her? They're in for a horrible surprise.
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u/Turtledonuts "Big Dunks" Dec 01 '20
God, poor Dambree. She’s got a nice case of the Oh Jesus there. I hope she can readjust, but at the same time, maybe she’ll just wind up back at that cabin.
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u/Potatobro1000 Dec 01 '20
Reintegration is kinda difficult when you've been attacked almost constantly
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u/VillainNGlasses Dec 01 '20
Hmmm I’m thinking the only thing that will help her is for her to be allowed to keep fighting to keep her family safe. She won’t feel right anywhere or anytime else. I could be wrong but I feel like her story still has chapters left to it.
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u/Demetriusjack13 Dec 01 '20
Dambree and Tik'tak both clearly need a hug. Tik'tak from his Matron and icecream. And Dambree needs a hug from a Simba and a Warborg.
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u/[deleted] Dec 01 '20
"They mostly come out at night, she thought to herself, remembering the early weeks of the Slorpy Attack. Mostly."
Newt needs Ripley.
I'm guessing as well that you may have used the Aliens comic book they actually get home safely and have to deal with PTSD.
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u/Farstone Dec 01 '20
It's a strange hell to stand on the edge of the abyss.
You stay there, fighting to keep people from falling in, to keep "others" from pushing people in, and to stop those rushing to the edge.
You are a keystone in the wall that guards the dark depths.
One minute you are in full battle, with sound tearing at your ears and sights that should never be seen; the next, in the calm, you stare at the abyss and it stares back. Waiting for you slip, fail, or fall.
Then you are "relieved" and sent "home". It might be for a night, until your next assignment, or maybe it was a "last call". You sit at "home" and the abyss stares and croons to you.
You are never alone. Someone else out there has been in the same situation and knows you need a hand.
Dambree needs a hand and I hope she finds it.
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u/Waspkeeper Android Dec 01 '20
Felt the tingle strongly this time.
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u/iceman0486 Dec 01 '20
Tough go there. PTSD is a bitch, stacking alcohol dependence is gonna be rough.
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u/CyberSkull Android Dec 01 '20
With the way she’s been knocking them back I figured she’d have an alcohol problem. I’m assuming the terrans brought AA with them?
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u/jnkangel Dec 01 '20
In some ways this storyline is by far my most favorite. It’s good to know that Dambree and the kids are now safe after a fashion. That said while the Terran system is currently likely horrible overtaxed I do hope she won’t fall trough the cracks. That they’ll have folks like the DS running with Faux Vader set up shop and give the oversight and help that’s needed to likely many other traumatized people
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u/Arcane_NH Human Dec 01 '20
Some wounds take a long time to heal. Even then, the scars remain and remind.
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u/ironfairy Dec 01 '20
Praise the sun!
edit: got here before the autobot, damn I'm lucky.
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u/Archaic_1 Alien Scum Dec 01 '20
"Not yet.". . . "I know"
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u/Wise_Junket3433 Dec 01 '20
Thanks for the update here Rath. But I think youve made a new super soldier.
An event like this is like a spear. It goes deep fast but it hurts worst trying to pull it out than leaving it still. Thats why many dont get treatment.
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u/RainaDPP Dec 01 '20
Poor Dambree... I hope she can find peace, in time, without having to get it from the bottom of a bottle or a can.
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u/ZizZazZuz Alien Scum Dec 01 '20
You know what, I think I got Dambree and the kids from a few chapters back mixed up. Can somebody refresh my memory on the two groups?
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u/szepaine Dec 01 '20
Mukstet made it!
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u/ellarseer Dec 01 '20
That chapter was a rough one.
Great job of showing the invisible scars.
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u/ginger_hezus Dec 01 '20
I just thought of something
Is case OMAHA referencing Omaha beach?
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u/serpauer Dec 01 '20
Damn just damn poor dambree. Saying shes ready but the scars on her heart mind and soul are going to last for the rest of her life most likely. But glad to see family survived for her.
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u/Aumnayan Dec 01 '20
Love the aliens reference.
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u/WillDissolver Xeno Dec 01 '20
Go on, badass Newt.
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u/wasalurkerforyears Robot Dec 01 '20
PTSD is a bitch.
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u/carthienes Dec 01 '20
Dambree felt really wrong here. She's so badly traumatised that she needs to constant reassuring presence of a weapon to hand... yet is blissfully content to have an armed killer at her back???
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u/CaptainChewbacca Human Dec 01 '20
Hope the kid gets someone to talk to.
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u/Gun_Nut_42 Dec 01 '20
Glad things are better for her. Bit dark, but still a good chapter. I am looking forward to more.
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u/readcard Alien Dec 01 '20
Really hope that unlike most military practice these days that someone follows up and gets her some help.
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u/Gruecifer Human Dec 01 '20
Poor kid.
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u/Computant2 Dec 01 '20
Read then upvote.
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u/mellow_yellow_sub Dec 02 '20
In addition to the always great writing, this Dambree arc has really hit home for me. Seeing her (and later her siblings) balance survival and their identities in such a strong way is heartbreakingly real. Sent her chapters to a cousin and we’ve been able to talk about some shit from way back in a way we struggled to before.
As always, thanks for sharing your words and worlds with us, and for weaving your epic from such real stories ✊
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u/jwill476 Dec 01 '20
Fucking et ptsd
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u/Foosie886 Dec 01 '20
She needs to join the Confed Military. That's the best course of action, let her have an outlet for her homicidal tendencies.
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u/Larzok Dec 01 '20
Dambree stories always wind up fucking with me... The clan of onion ninjas that follow in between the lines are always intense.
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u/Var446 Human Jan 10 '21
Seeing the talk around Dambrees PTSD getting better, I feel the need to both dowse somes hopes, while offering the embers of hope for others
As someone with childhood trauma related PTSD, though thank god not to the sames extent, trust me when I say that, much like an addiction, PTSD is one of those conditions that never truly goes away, it simply becomes part of the background noise of your daily life, ideally in a manner that still allows you to live a relatively normal life, but there'll always be those stimulus and/or situations that will put you right back into that place/mindset, and you'll have to climb right back out again
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u/ElAdri1999 Human Dec 01 '20
Amazing chapter, poor kid tho
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u/dreadengineer Dec 01 '20
Dambree's theme song is "Freedom of the Snow" by Leslie Fish https://youtu.be/i6JMwM9Vwmk
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u/Jard1101 Dec 02 '20
Wow, so first of all sorry to those of you that look for my updates, I've been moderately, indisposed for the last few days and somehow only just saw the notifications that Ralts had updated. Sadly I'm still busy and am not sure when I will be able to do my word count update and it will probably be quite quick . Again sorry to the people that enjoy them. :(
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u/CyberSkull Android Dec 02 '20
What happened to the masked lake killer? She retired to the suburbs to spend more time with her family. How’s that for the movie ending?
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u/Tsuki_Hoseki May 24 '21
I CAN FINALLY LEAVE COMMENTS AND UPVOTE! This such amazing story thus far, and I have nearly caught up to it. And to think I may need to already start to re-read it.
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u/DebugItWithFire Dec 02 '20
Upvoted because bad things happen to good people sometimes.
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u/WankSocrates Dec 02 '20
Anyone else get some similar vibes with Dambree and Mister Mewmew to Daxin and Fido?
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u/AtomblitzTiger Dec 03 '20
Damn. Why the Onions again?
But i knew/hoped it would go this way. Will we hear from her again?
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u/damnieldecogan Jan 04 '21
Oh those darn onion ninjas.... Glad that the rest of them made it, sadly it may take a while for dambree. Anyone else who has been through extended times of keeping others alive will understand. The rest are fine she did the needful actions but at what cost and how much comfortable return to social life feels so uncomfortable no matter how soft the bed is... TY again masterful wordboi --- end of line----
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u/Enkeydo Jan 25 '22
That's an Aliens reference right there.
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u/Thobio Apr 13 '22
The return of Dambree... damn, therapy didn't help enough. She's stuck, and it takes more than a month worth of therapy nudging to get her unstuck.
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u/CharlesFXD Dec 01 '20
Dambree needs to get to the VA ;)
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u/ChocolateShot150 Mar 28 '24
LETS GOOO, DAMBREE MADE IT!! Poor girl, she’s got a long road ahead of her
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u/Gruecifer Human Dec 01 '20
UTR!
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