The Goddess of Bad Luck (Pit x Reader x Dark Pit) (Under Editing!!)

5) "It" and It's Voice

I was escorted back to the room I woke up in, bookbagless and phoneless. "I wonder what happened to my stuff?"

The memory of my town absorbed in oversized vines with massive thorns, and floating eyeballs clouded my head. The thought of never seeing my town in its normal state haunted me. The only thing that was worse was all the people I would never see again.

At least my situation was looking less hopeless than before. At least I wasn't trapped in a hostage situation. Then again, what would the goddess of light need a puny human hostage for, anyway?

Opening the door to the closet, I took off whatever armor I hadn't lost in the great chase down the hallway. I was down a chest plate, which left me in my (F/c) hoodie, and I had lost the helmet. There were other pieces missing, but I just put the ones I had left back on the racks before opening another door. It was the bathroom Lady Palutena had told me about before our uno match.

Like the rest of the temple, the glassy tile floors showcased my reflection when I looked down and had tall pillars. There was a full bathtub of glowing water that looked nothing less than enchanting. I asked myself, "Will this kill mortals?"

I decided not to touch it and ask Lady Palutena in the morning instead.

Upon discovering my very own toothbrush by the fountain adjacent sink, I washed my face and brushed my teeth.

After that, I went back to the same bed I woke up in and nearly passed out the moment I crawled under the covers.

But I was up for a minute thinking about why I really needed to go back to earth. "What if my being here is making them a target for Viridi? What am I going to do?"

I didn't know if her threat to Skyworld really meant anything, but her reset bomb certainly meant something for my town. It meant everything. It cost me everything I knew and everyone I loved, which I guess wasn't that many people to start with. But they were people I loved nonetheless.

Maybe I could ask Lady Palutena to get rid of it, but a part of me was scared she was going to throw me out. There was no way I could risk that.

But the thought of them smiling and laughing in joy that I would be staying in Skyworld was amazing. They took my presence as something to be celebrated. It felt so real and so surreal.

And I was floating in the middle of those wonderful feelings as my mind shut down for the night.

I was surrounded by the darkest of midnights, the most pitch of blacks. It was as comforting as it was unnerving. The thought of having nothing to do but exist and also the thought of what would come and disturb such a perfect wave of peace.

"Here you are, no family and no home? Whatever is this pathetic mortal going to do next?"

That. That was going to disturb my peace. It had many times before. I'm not sure when "it" became a curse I could hear, but even in my sleep, its presence was alive and well.

"It's quite the wild ride watching you suffer. But I'm sure you know how sad and pitiful you look when running for your life against an entire army."

I wasn't thinking about it in the moment, but something told me the voice was right. Something in my heart told me the voice was always right.

"I bet he thought that about you," it said, and I knew exactly who it was talking about.

Suddenly, the floor of blackness below cracked and fell through, and I fell with it. The next thing I knew, I was once again on the side of the road opposite to him.

"Hey, Issac!" I called and watched as he paused, a little surprised with his name being called. All his friends had gone. It had been a long day, and there was a chance that he was too tired to talk. Much too exhausted for a half-thought-through apology from a girl that had never talked to him before embarrassing him in the lunchroom.

Looking back, it was all a bad idea and it was all my fault. I should have stopped, I should have turned around, but from an outside consciousness of my body, I watched as I made the same stupidly fatal mistake. My face lit up at the simple thought of him hearing my voice and maybe even remembering it.

But his face now was different from what I had thought before. He didn't look at me as fondly as I believed. As my memory rushed back into his mind, I finally saw how it really made him feel.

"Oh," but the word had a different meaning now. It was like his expression had rewritten the entire dictionary. "Oh" meant nothing more than dull feelings from seeing something he rather not see again. "It's you."

"I just wanted to say sorry about earlier!" I started stepping onto the road. The wind was in my hair, blowing against me as if to say, "keep away from what you cannot have". Maybe the wind was more on my side than I thought. "I didn't mean to embarrass or confuse you!"

The wind was right.

"Can we start over?"

I stepped into the road.

"That's a lot to ask," he said and I paused in my tracks in the center of the street, a mortified look growing in my eyes. His usual smile dimmed. There was no gleam in his eye when it was me reflecting in them.

That's all he needed to say.

At least he was nice.

Usually.

I looked to my left, but no car came racing at me.

"Is that what you wanted? Will him staying alive change your life like you thought it would?"

The voice didn't have to answer, for we both knew the truth.