Hello. My name is Rook.
I have been in this white place of nothingness for a long while. Too long, in fact, that it is nice to have visitors to come and spend time with me.
I feel alone. I am alone.
At least right now I am.
My visitors left as quickly as they all came I am afraid. So much so that I am longing for them to return. Longing for friends.
I suffer from that fear. How I drowned when I played in that cursed game.
I should have been the winner. It was me I tell you! It was me!
Sorry, I let my pride control myself again. How unfortunate. After my meltdown, in front of the princess no less, I felt trapped and afraid. Apparently, it is called "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder", according to one of the objects that was visiting me in this cursed white space.
I don't know what it is about but I am not happy that I have this aliment affecting me.
In fact, I am scared. Very scared.
The only question now is...
... can someone, anyone...
... come save me?!
Please...?!
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Brawl of the Objects: The Return of Rook (A Brawl of the Objects fanfiction)
FanfictionIn this story, Rook is publicly made known to everyone, and Controlly is made famous for supposedly finding him by retracing the steps of the medieval game version of Brawl of the Objects. However, in a surprising twist, Rook winds up unfrozen due t...
