Awake-ness. Or something it thought to be living, a lie honestly. Had it always been awake?
It was never alive. But it was. Although, it never wanted to. It was brought into this putrid world with a purpose that it doesn't know of.
Hilarious.
The vessel squirmed out of the pile of masks as soon as it gained consciousness, wandering aimlessly in circles and patterns that it didn't understand, jumping on the masks of its siblings.
Were those masks truly its siblings? The empty stares, each design special in its own way, it felt an odd desire to go forth, letting its legs lead the way.
It wished it could cringe at the horrible sensation on stepping on its sibling's masks, the noise felt as if it was growing louder and louder, everything yet nothing going on at once. It felt as if the masks were staring at it. It can't do this.
The poor vessel, in a fit of rage and discomfort, started slamming its own mask with its hands, just wanting these awful sensations and sounds to leave.
It couldn't breathe, yet it felt the want- No, the need to gasp in as much air as it could, to breathe so much it would die, as odd as that may sound.
It may have a few too many morbid thoughts and a desire to just die finally, but it's understandable! It was bor-
Okay we're getting off track here. This is enough complaining, and self-pitying.
The vessel continued walking, just trying to ignore the noises. Soon enough, it found a platform, and managed to jump on it.
It continued dashing and hopping from platform to platform, finding it quite easy.
A voice rang out among the abyss, it couldn't understand fully, but it felt the.. meaning? Would that make sense?
Either way, it felt curious. It felt bad about that. It didn't understand.
It didn't understand any of this.
It heard singing. It didn't know from where, but that wasn't its goal. It ignored the "music" (It was just a cacophony of sounds, didn't even sound that nice.)
The vessel continued running amok, listening as the voice got closer the more it traversed upwards through the dark terrain.
It shielded its mask, as glorious rays of light soon entered its vision. It jumped to the platform, finally, it could finally escape! There would be no more bad noises, no more horrible sensations and feelin-
There was already a vessel there.
It's father-...
The Wyrm, directed the other vessel past the doorway. The other vessel had a mask with horns, specifically of three points. The other vessel gazed at it for a few moments.
It stared back, praying that their sibling would help them- atleast it hoped that they'd try assisting on getting it off the ledge!
It felt its stub-like hands start slipping, trying its hardest to stay on the ledge of the platform. It just needed to pull itself up-
The other vessel looked away, walking off.
The door slammed shut.
the force of the door shutting rattled the platform, and the poor young vessel fell back onto the corpses and masks of its siblings.
It lost consciousness once more.
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{ Cry of a Knight }
FanfictionThis story centers on The Knight and it's feelings. we just wanted to hurt The Knight mentally and physically. - Awake-ness. Or something it thought to be living, a lie honestly. Had it always been awake? Perhaps. But perhaps not? -
