PREMISE: When a new character arrives in the game world suffering the same type of amnesiac-type effects Dolce herself had at the start, Andy and his friends do their best to accommodate this stranger. But this new "friendly-face" may not be what they appear to be...
The deal was fulfilled; It's task now complete. Soaring through the darkened night sky unseen by the mortals beneath, the cruel specter had finished its end of the bargain some poor, foolish, unfortunate human soul made with it. A literal grave mistake on their part—one which they had eternity to reflect on, or what remnants of them were left...
As the dark-spirit continued on-route to return to the dark domain it originally hailed from...
...It sensed the presence of one similar to it.
Swiftly honing on said presence, the specter easily entered the home of the human that resided there.
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Navigating through the dim hallways and living space of the house, the specter made it's way into the homeowner's bedroom.
Ignoring the unmoving body of the young, dark-brown haired woman laying on the floor, it hovered over towards the static-filled screen of the CSMPC system and entered it...
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Peter's glowing lime-green eyes SNAPPED OPEN from the darkness of the lower regions of the barn the Entity inhabited. Transporting himself up towards the upper levels, he perched himself near a broken window over-looking the midnight horizon; his eyes narrowing with a mixture of wariness and suspicion...
"Who could be out sneaking around at this hour...?"
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The next morning...
"HAAAAAAAAA...!!"
Dolce released a cry of exerted effort as she swung her arms up before swinging them back down. Her extended shadowy tendrils followed her movements and SLAMMED down over some wooden make-shift targets (all taped with crudely drawn pictures of Peter on them), splintering them to bits.
She repeated this pattern, swinging down the tendrils left and right, leaving deep, heavy impact marks within the dirt ground. Crouching low, her tendrils WHIPPED around her in a circular motion, knocking back several more targets, then SWEPT them back in the opposite direction. Extending another tendril out, she grabbed a downed wood log then powerfully FLUNG it at a still intact target, CRUSHING it to bits.
On the sidelines, Andy watched Dolce continue her training exercise with amazement and pride. Even though he constantly dreaded and worried at the possibility of Dolce losing herself to this dark power, he couldn't help but be impressed at the speed of the dog-girl's control over her shadowy, tendril-like "hands" over the span of a few days—gaining two more in the process during her training, bringing her total up to 6 "hands" to wield, each with an extended range of 40 feet.
Dolce panted lightly as she willed her power to withdraw back into her shadow. Her eyes slowly surveyed the area which was littered by downed, splintered, crushed target logs.
...All but a single one.
Scowling, she concentrated her power which manifested itself within her right hand, materializing a shadowy gun resembling a Glock.
Taking aim at the target of the "Peter" drawing, (that had a silly, dumb, "angry"-looking expression sketched on its face,) she pulled back the trigger and riddled the portrait with numerous bullet holes.
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Andy's Apple Farm: Dolce's Game
FanfictionDolce (pronounced Dol-cie) now 23, was a long time family friend of the Eastwoods back in the day before they all mysteriously disappeared. One day, after successfully moving into a new house, she receives a strange package containing the original C...
