NOTE: I made P03 a he/they in this. Just for shits and giggles (This also took like 760 words, just saying it now)
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Scuffed up and alone, she hid in the stone that was hers. She wasn't quite sure if she is truly in
the spot, but nevertheless, there she was.
Something made her feel more weak. More incapable. Nothing truly stayed this way. Nothing probably should. The wind around picking up pace and her time felt so narrow, despite her not being able to tell. Something is wrong. Something is near. Something is calling her. She can't help but shake these feelings off. She's meant to, isn't she? But as the sky darkens and the moon reddens, she steps out of her stone.
Once she saw the change of the sky, she looks down in front of her to see that to see
the one thing she didn't expect to want to. A challenger.
They stood not so taller than her but mighty, standing upon her and waiting for her approval to battle.
Yet she was shocked.
Perhaps it could be time?
"That was.. fast." She must had admit, she didn't expect the challenger to appear to her of all
people so soon.
This wasn't supposed to be happening.
Yet, she continued, "Unfortunately, my well did not yield the treasure I hoped for."
"..And so we are forced to undergo another torturous cycle. Were it up to me? I would erase it all... and shepherd us into eternal and supreme peace."
Her voice was calm and melancholic. It showed a mind of tiredness but the will to just trudge on with the path life forces her onto.
A fate sealed for histories to come, if not stopped soon. Curiosity also filled her mind as she
shook her head, as the challenger just silently stared curiously at her back.
Maybe it was a different type of curious for them.
"Not today. Who's the lucky Scrybe this time?"
They didn't say a word, yet were listening loud and clear, from what she could tell. She just stared back at them, she of course had to look down, yet she saw eyes that seemed more.. different. Could this be the time? The one to end all that she's suffered, and finally give what she wishes to give everyone else and herself? The chance of freedom? She stopped dwelling on the hope and looked around. No other scrybe was to be seen. Maybe this one was waiting for her. Even if that were the case, this didn't feel as good as it should've. They would all usually be here on cue. What could possibly be the issue for them not to-?
...Suddenly, another stepped out of their grave. It was that.. robot.
She haven't seen him for a long while. The day she cut them all off was that very last time. It SHOULD'VE been the last time.
Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the heinous bot.
"Ah... P03. The very worst of them."
That thing that made her agitated and anxious.
That horrid robot couldn't even stand beside her anymore. Of course she didn't want that.
"Do what you will, vile computer." She said with such a loathing tone.
P03 said nothing. He just narrowed his eyes back with a silent judgmental look. She couldn't put her finger on it now. So much things were happening. Why now? A time, like this, could really be that important? For THEY of all things to be here?
She couldn't stay in the area any longer anyways, she went back into her tomb. She swore she could hear her dear old companion even mumble an insult. Touching. With only the thought of an old yet unwanted companion outside of that tomb, and a player, a hope that could be true, resides with them, she still remained inside.
She wished to see neither any of the other scrybes. She was.. stubborn on it. She wanted a hope that could exist. That maybe one day all of their errors and all of their faults wouldn't matter anymore. They could be playing cards peacefully together with no other issues around them. Together.
Perhaps one day when they aren't being so difficult.
A goal she knew could not come anytime soon at this rate.
As she sat in her tomb, she kept these thoughts to herself. Maybe one day she'll see the glory of her dreams come true, for all of her companions and herself. Even if they may not see it.
It's the only way out.
However, as she soon got sucked into her own mind, those thoughts went off flying when she noticed she was being approached by a familiar friend, and an opportunity strikes up again.
Maybe that day would be sooner than expected.
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When skies darken
Short StoryThis is some dumb concept pov of Grimora internal dialogue from a scene from Inscryption (Which do have a bit of spoiler territory indeed). Annnd I made this at like 12am