TW: MC Death, Blood, A kind of recklessness that isn't healthy, Rushed writing, Rushed writing while high on sugar, Rushed writing while high on Yaktul,
You deserved to hurt.
That was what 'Quackity' told you.
But why did Karl have to suffer with you? He only wanted to help you, He was only being kind.
The world did have it's wicked ways of punishing good people, and then letting the evil ones roam free, free to create more chaos that swallowed all peace up in a single tear of time.
The butler walked through a side door, hands smeared with blood, eyes empty of any emotion. They were soulless and cold, no personality, it was like the butler was a walking empty shell of flesh.
The entrance behind you closed up as thick vines tangled together, to create a wall that was unbreakable.
You had three options now, all of which ended with no one having a happy ending.
You could run in circles in this caged room,
You could hide where everyone would see you,
Or you could use your bare hands to fight someone with a sword.
Nice, equal, and fair options.
"Don't you have your powers Y/N?" A small, logical, voice whispered at the back of your mind.
Oh yeah, you could just easily snap your hands and Sir Billiam and the Butler would fall to their knees.
You held out your hands, overconfident in yourself.
Nothing happened.
You could feel the surge of power in you, begging to be used, but it felt weaker.
It was like a hose, but someone had plugged up the opening with flex tape. It was like a steel cap covering your powers, they were there, but they... weren't.
They weren't working.
"What are you doing?" Both Sir Billiam and Karl asked you as confusion crossed their face.
"N-nothing. Just stretching." You stumbled over your words, the embarrassment washing your face in a shade of red. That embarrassment however, was soon replaced with a realization. You were defenseless, and though this hadn't been the first time you'd been dropped in a situation where you had no control over your powers, this time you knew that there was little to no winning.
Suddenly two voices you hadn't heard in a long time popped into your head.
What's up Y/N?
Good evening Y/N.
It seems you've found the Egg, a wonderful thing, isn't it.
You should love the Egg
'Oh hell no.' You thought.
Can't use your powers? Maybe if you accept the Egg, the Egg will let you use your powers.
It's been temporarily banned, since you might use it to hurt one of our friends in front of you. Like Sir. Billiam, and his extremely tall accomplice.
You surveyed the room, eyes desperately searching for any possible room for escape. Then you saw it, a small vent leading to the outside, but it was buried under layers of vines. You would have to get a blade to open it.
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Dancing Through Time (KARL X READER!)
Hayran Kurgu"Do you need anything?" you asked as you directed him towards the couch. "... You?" he said. You turned just before a red flush covered your face. -------------------------- 'He stared into my eyes and grinned, and despite my best attempts I felt...
