⚛【Ｔｉｍｅ Ｗａｒｐ】⚛ (Myth Kids Spinoff)

🌧️ 𝚂𝚗𝚊𝚙 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝙾𝚏 𝙸𝚝 🩸⏳

Art by @Gr8Kaos on twitter

Characters: Al Gawr (Sal?)

                        Aomori Teishi

                        Zephyr

                        Takamori Shinotori (??)

Warnings and notes: Probably not canonical but I just wanted to start a few drabbles to get back into writing. Now the further I get into writing this, it probably isn't canonical at all.

Also probably some gore and trauma for poor Sal here.

It was raining.

It was always raining, every single loop.

Teishi clenched her fists, then fiddled the the ribbed knob on her wristwatch. Contrary to her current mood, the rain wasn't coming down too hard, rather closer to a faint mist trickling over her hood. Even the faint petrichor was already settling in, bringing down a much calmer atmosphere than what was supposed to.

The blade of her khopesh twinkled and glimmered in the faint light, and a brief flash of crimson and tears stained her mind and blade. For the briefest of moments, the clearing ahead painted with flames, smoke and blood. The heavy smell of pennies or copper clung to the air, the calming smell of the rain disappeared.

And then it was all back, then wonky, and before she knew it, Teishi was gripped by her throat and hoisted in the air. The startled squawk of Zephyr wrenched her form her stupor and Teishi ripped her hands away from her throat to her weapon, and in a flash the tentacle hoisting her in the air landed on the ground with a wet squelching sound.

Feathers and fur clouded her vision as her fall was cushioned by her familiar. The meowl hissed, lashing out with bared claws and sharp beak.

The sight, the vision was all the same.

Sal, or whoever it was, stood there, eyes and mouth glowing a shocking white and she stared forward with a pained smile. Behind her, a cluster of tentacles squirmed, casting a stark and ghastly shadow as the moon silhouetted her form. But what made her gut churn, what made her want to throw up, curl up and cry like she was a little child, was the weapons clenched in their grasp.

An intricately decorated scythe with a crooked handle.

A strikingly coloured broadsword glistening with unshed flames.

The purple cover bound book with a glowing red eye.

A beautiful trident the colour of stormy oceans.

And an old, antique gold pocket watch ticking with power.

It made her sick to her stomach, and brought back a slew of mind-numbing memories that Teishi would rather bash in with a shovel and bury in a shallow grave.

"It's you again! I must say, I'm quite charmed you keep coming back for me" It purred, eyes squinting as it ambled closer. Mud squelched against tattered boots, shark tail wavering behind them in an almost zombie-like trance, and their hands were now stained black with crooked claws.

Teishi didn't respond and merely huffed, her khopesh gripped tightly in one hand. It must've noticed with the way it tilted its head to the side, their smile widening to an impossible width, numerous sharp teeth poking through as their eye squinted in joy.

"You're funny, you know that? You really think that tiny little weapon can hurt me?" They chuckled, tail wagging in an almost friendly matter. It made her chest clench, seeing a shred of her what her friend used to be. The stinging sensation of tears cluttered at the corners of her eyes.