Dataverse Youtube: Stand Alone Videos

[Guu]

[float=left][/float][float=right][/float]

[spoiler]Open on a funeral. Orange leaves blow across the dreary sight of two women and a pastor standing around a grave with two caskets. The pastor speaks sermons; one of the women, wearing thick-rimmed glasses is sobbing uncontrollably, and the other is a normal looking brunette just looking coldly off into space. We slowly approach in closer to the stone cold brunette.

We see a partially lit bedroom with a queen-sized bed. It looks lived in but it is now missing two occupants. The brunette steps into the room carrying a box labeled ‘Mom and Dad.’
She looks through the photos on the walls, all partially obscured by darkness, her eyes getting more and more wet with each frame that comes across her vision.
She closes the curtains to the window, obscuring everything in darkness. With a heavy sigh, she walks out the room, shutting the door behind, fighting internally to not look back.

Cut to a Dataverse Device buzzing in front of us. The picture displays the big-rimmed glasses woman from the funeral. A caption identifies her as “Little sis.” The brunette picks up the phone. She hovers her thumb over the ‘Pick up’ button. However, she is briefly flashed with memories: the four of them by a lake, the four of them unwrapping presents by a flashily decorated tree, the four of them on vacation on Hawaii, all three slightly obscured by darkness. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she chucked the phone back on the table and sank her face in a pillow on the couch.

Snow is falling outside. Her Dataverse Device is buzzing again, this time displaying a text message. It reads, “I miss you, please call me.”

The brunette is seen sitting alone on a Coruscant bus stop, snow flurries wafting in front of her. She sits there, her face blank as people of all varieties move past her in fast motion. The snow shifts to rain, then rain shifts to sunshine.

Late one night, the brunette walks into the house from before, throws her keys on the desk across from the door. And crashes on the couch.

She woke up dazed the next morning, sleepily pulling herself onto her feet. She walks down the hallways of the house. She turns her face as she approaches, the room before, trying to avert her eyes from its mere existence, but something catches her eye: light coming from under the door.
Hesitant, she reaches for the doorknob, twisting it and pushing it forward. She walks up to the windows, the curtains are now open again. She stands, looking at them puzzled. But then she looks around the room.
The sun’s rays now illuminated all the photos that were once bathed in shadow before. Without even thinking, she gravitated to the photo nearest to her and plucked it off the wall. It was the four of them at the lake again; the older male was losing the fishing pole to a big catch. She barely stifled a chuckle before it all came out in one long loud bout of laughter.
Fading through the next hours, she spends a great deal of time going through each photo on the wall. Some made her laugh, some made her cry, but despite whatever the reaction she had, she was sporting a big goofy grin on her face.
However, the grin dropped when she came across a photo of her sister and her. She pulls out her phone. After looking between the photo and the device, she finally placed the photo carefully in it’s place on the wall, and started to type a text message.
‘I’m sorry for everything. I’ve been a terrible sister. I don’t deserve to be forgiven, but if you still want to see me after all this time, give me a call.’
She pressed the send button, and drops her hand in her lap; looking all around morose. She looks at the photo of the two of them again. She begins to sob. But before too many tears could be shed, her Dataverse Device begins to buzz. She lifts up her phone. ‘Call from Little Sis’ accompanied by that familiar photo. Her eyes widening; she pressed her finger on that ‘pick up’ button with little hesitation.

A little park in the middle of the city. The leaves are orange and falling again. The woman with the big-rimmed glasses waits near a park bench. She looks up to see the brunette standing in the distance. With a big goofy smile on both their faces, the brunette runs into her arms where they share a tearful embrace. We move away from the two, flying up past the falling leaves, fading into white.
Text appears over the white: “Dataverse Devices bring people together,” followed by the text: “This message brought to you by Omnitwitter.”[/spoiler]

[float=left]The Saddest Video of All Time[/float]


[float=left][/float]Omnitwitter