-possible derealization? in the third paragraph, alula wonders if they are in a dream instead of real life
-brief mention of blood in the second paragraph, nothing specific
-goodbyes :-(
As expected for the winged being, Alula wakes up bright and early, slipping gracefully out of the smallish blue bed that Tubbo had placed for them in this comfy room the night before. Alula stretches their arms, glancing out the dark window where the wind blows the snow fiercely with all its might. The wind sounds almost savage like a bunch of hungry humans, ready for any blood they can get their grimy hands on. "Picking out an outfit for today will definitely not be a hard task at all", thinks Alula, silently giggling. Light blue knit pants and a matching cardigan will do for the time being, and matching light blue snow pants plus a puffer jacket lined with fluff will be enough to keep out the frigid air and freezing cold water once they step outside. Alula packs up the rest of their things, choosing to somehow fit everything they brought on this trip into their inventory. Arranging some blue orchids in a vase is their next move, and they delicately place the gorgeous flowers on the same windowsill from where they had seen the strange figure the day before.
Walking down a flight of stairs and into a rather dark hallway, Alula abruptly stops when they spot a looming figure with bright purple eyes staring at them from the other end of the hallway. Why would anyone be wandering around here at this time of day? Alula's wings illuminate the hallway with a strange pink radiance, and upon squinting Alula can tell that the being before them is just Ranboo. Their shoulders quickly relax a little at this fortunate realization. Though before they can move even an inch or say a single word, the above mentioned figure suddenly lunges at them viciously and Alula falls to the ground, their vision rippling unnaturally. The last thing they see before total darkness is blood splattered around and the glow of those strange purple eyes.
Alula awakens from the blue bed once again, quickly jumping up and surveying the aforementioned room. Everything is the exact same as they had left it before the incident up to even the finest detail, much to Alula's concern. The only thing noticeably different is the lighting of the outside world as it has filled up with just a little more light than beforehand, the sun threatening to burst over the horizon in all its glory. They subconsciously pinch their finger to make sure this isn't some oddly realistic dream. Realizing their left arm seems a little numb, they roll up their sleeve, only to discover fresh bright red scratch marks littering their arm. Alula sighs and rolls down their sleeve, walking out of the room once more, treading down the same flight of stairs and into the now brightly lit up hallway. Ranboo is standing there again, but his eyes are red and green, just like they had been when they had met for the first time. That's quite odd. Perhaps Alula's eyes have been playing tricks on them more often than they had thought. Oh well, they could deal with that another time.
"Good morning Ranboo! How'd you sleep?", Alula says enthusiastically, walking over to the taller figure. Ranboo doesn't seem to show any symptoms of whatever was going on last night, just adding on to the reasonable conclusion that Alula has been seeing things that aren't there in this reality.
"Oh, good morning to you too Lula! I slept pretty well, how about you?", Ranboo responds. Alula narrows their eyes, looking for any signs that the half-enderman is lying. Finding none, they politely answer the other's question and the two of them quietly head downstairs side by side.
The two of them each grab a piece of bread that had been baked the day before, and walk over to sit down on a comfy cushioned bench stationed next to a large window. The birds are abnormally quiet outside, all sound seemingly wiped out by the growing snowstorm rumbling along.
"I don't think you should leave today", Ranboo says quietly, still staring through the window at the snow before them.
Alula turns to look at him, tilting their head curiously before looking down at their fingers, picking at the fabric of their pants nervously.
"Why not?", asks Alula, though they already have a hunch at what at least part of the reason is.
"Uh-the storm seems really bad today!", Ranboo answers, though it sounds much more like a question than a statement. Alula thinks for a moment, but alas it is a little too late, as they have already decided to take leave of this mansion in just a little bit. The more reasonable side of them knows that it will be much safer to stay at least another day to wait out the obnoxious storm, but the stubborn side of them won't budge.
"Why do you have to leave us so soon?", Ranboo timidly asks after a minute of silence.
Alula's eyes widen and they quickly open their mouth to say something kind in response, but no words come out.
Why do goodbyes have to be so hard?
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