York's Interdimension Basket of Washes

[notyourrookie]

York is done with this. Every Wash needs a comfy, happy and most of all, not horrifying and trauma-inducing space where they can feel safe. A place where the horrors that inevitably await them in their own universes cannot intrude.

And York will provide. Even if he has to drag them across universes to do so.

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[notyourrookie]

He shakes his head. Doesn't want to do this but it's better than living in hope, right? "We got rid of the AIs, me and Alpha. We got them out of Maine, killed them with an EMP. But what was left wasn't Maine."

[churbooseanon]

"No," David repeats firmly, and even angrily. "I won't hurt Maine, I won't let the AIs die, and I definitely won't let something happen to Delta or Theta."

He owes protection to kind Theta, who was too sweet to hurt someone unless he had to, and Delta... Was growing to mean more to him as well.

[notyourrookie]

"Delta and Theta... they weren't them anymore. They were part of the Meta. And they would have kept killing, kept slaughtering to get what they wanted." He takes a breath and closes his eyes. "Were I'm from, it was the Meta who killed North to get Theta."

[churbooseanon]

"Stop it," David demands. "I won't let anyone kill North, or hurt Theta, or York. I won't let anyone else die."

[notyourrookie]

He opens his mouth to respond but then stops and lets out a sigh. "Fine. Whatever you want to believe. Maybe it'll be different for you." He doubts it. There was never anything left of the Meta to save.