My Secret

In the Notepad

"What is an exe...?" I echoed to myself as I wrote down the title of the chapter. I decided to write as we adventures back down to the underworld, just in case anyone has questions about what I am or am related to. I'd have everything written down.

What is an exe?

An exe is a uniquely defined entity born from the underworld, each having special properties relying on their origins. For example, an exe can be a fiery demonic hound because it originated from the molten lava branch of the underworld.

Moreover, exes aren't immortal as a mortal would think. Exes have specific automatic guidelines preset by the ancient creators of the underworld. If an exe were to be harmed, that exe has the ability to self heal, at the price of another's suffering. If an exe were to die, their legacy will continue to live in the form of a spirit, forever roaming freely wherever they please, but incapable of interacting with any other breathing life.

I paused to shake my hands. Writing a lot hurts your wrists. "That's almost three pages!"

"What is?" Tails asked, peeking into my room.

"Nothing bud. Just writing."

"Writing?" He asked curiously.

"Yep. Just jotting down some points on what I am and stuff. Just to have, y'know?"

"Ooh. Can I read sometime?" Tails asked.

"Sure. I'll give it to you when we all leave. Which is soon by the way. You ready bud?"

"I sure am!" He said confidently. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright then. Tell the others. I'll be down in a bit." Tails acknowledged and hurried downstairs. I peered back at the notebook, skimming through what I just wrote. I flipped the page and swiftly sketched the next section.

Powers and Puppets

An exe's puppets are gained by instant murder, no matter the death. The exe must use his or herself to heal their puppets. If a puppet was to die, a mortal of similar figure would take the role instead, if available.

Feeling proud, I closed the notepad, slipped the pencil inside the pocket the pad provided, and made my way downstairs.