.epilogue.
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Awsten squints at the camera, fixing his hair. “Damn, haven’t used this in a while.”
A door creaks open and Awsten takes the camera with him.
“Hey sunshine,” Otto greets from the doorway, paper bag in hand.
“Hey pogchamp,” Awsten replies obnoxiously, showing his self-satisfied face to the camera.
Otto scrunches his face in confusion. “Do you want some Chipotle or not?”
An arm stretches out from behind the camera to grab the paper bag Otto holds and the picture blurs. When the image refocuses, they’re laughing, Awsten leaning against Otto on the floor.
“What’s with the camera?” Otto asks, poking the lens.
“Dunno, it just felt like I needed to pick it up again. Wait fuck, I forgot I might not even show up,” Awsten realizes. He tilts his head against Otto’s shoulder. “Reflection Me still hates me. He even flipped me off in the mirror like, last week.”
“Well, you’re still pretty and visible to me.”
“Yeah, but I need people on the Internet to think I’m pretty and visible too.”
Otto leans in, whispering something to Awsten, who blushes a deep red and swats him away while Otto laughs. Awsten gets up and sets the camera on a nearby tabletop, but but winces after a sharp pain seems to suddenly rush through him. He rubs his temples, eyes clenched shut. The screen creates a pixelated vignette, little glitches popping up here and there, a silhouette of ș̴͑o̴̜͕͑̍m̸̟̏e̶͕̣̽o̸̝͊͛n̷̩͓̓̊ẹ̵͔́̿ f̴̗̈̃l̵̮̦̋̎͛̃̓i̸̭̬̣̞͆͐̒c̶̮̋͆͌̓ǩ̶̨̨̫̮̱͛e̵͉͋r̵̞͓̲̼̔̃̇̈̐ͅi̵̼̜̥̿̐͜n̵͔̓͂g̸̯̑ ò̵̩̪̫̻̤̱̳̺̺̞͋̃́͂̂v̶̥̘͔͙̊̽̓̉̾̋͊̏͑͒̆́ę̴̛̘̠̓́̄̈́ṛ̸̟̦̭͑̓̒̌̈͝ A̴͕̼͈̝̗̣̖̘̲̲̬͇̦̦̹̗̯̹͓͔̅̈̔w̶͖̙͚̮̻̝͙̤̑̐͜ş̵̝̣͔̘̖̳̪̪͙̞̙̱̏͛͛̀͋̈̂̆̅̌̀̿͗́͜͝͝͝t̶̨͖̲͈͕̘̮̰͕͋̃͋̒̓̕ͅę̴̢̫͔͔͈̣͚̯̖̺̟͉̜͚̳͔̤̯͍͚̠̾̂̋͗̆̒͊̓̏̈́̓́̎͒͒͌̾͜ͅn̷̡̛͙͍͙͙͎̹̻̖̖̻̪̦̟̤̤͂̎̽̓̓̃̑̔͒͋̐͂̔͐̇̐̇͗͊̒͘̚͘͜͜͝.̷̡̗̪̥͖͕͖̲̼͈̯̹͎̤̭̙̳͉̥̥̫̓̈́̉͊̽͠͠
The chaos ceases. Otto runs back into frame, hands around Awsten’s shoulders. They talk with foreheads pressed together, words only for themselves. The murmured conversation ends with a kiss. They both smile.
The screen goes black.
