𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎...
Everything has a price. Sometimes it's minor and just a small inconvenience, sometimes it's rather large and causes problems...and sometimes it's too small to realize until it becomes past the late point.
Most pay this price without even knowing, the pay so small it needed to be written in cursive three times over before they understood.
It turns out (Y/n) had a large price to pay. A price he no longer could pay. A price so large he couldn't even see it in time.
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The images in his head felt like he was having an epileptic seizure. He pulled his inhaler from his (F/c) bag. He shook it, hearing the plastic ball inside hit the roof of the device. His insides started to twist and churn, his lungs burning as he tried to catch his breath.
(Y/n)'s fingers were unsteady causing him to drop the device. He got down on his knees fumbling around breathlessly for his inhaler. The cold wooden tile shocking to the touch. He hit his head on the wall with a quiet thump as he dug around under his drawer. The box fan sitting in the windowsill set on high, whirred and vibrated blowing out fresh freezing air.
He squinted sucking in massive amounts of oxygen, it felt like the walls were closing in on him. He couldn't see straight. He coughed a few times covering his face then reaching down to hold his stomach.
The (e/c) orbs of (Y/n) dulled as he struggled, he couldn't breathe. He didn't know why he thought he could live on his own with this condition. (Y/n) curled up, coughing in fits as his eyes slowly shut tight. Sweet unconscious seeping over his mind, leading him to a silent and cold embrace.
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He looked around, viewing what he thought was his hands. They looked strange, completely different. He was no longer cold. In fact (Y/n) would tell you he felt comfortable. Like the air of brutal space was making his skin celebrate. It felt like the soft comforter back home. The one that he used to curl up in and crawl around like a worm in. The soft feeling of almost a cloud like embrace.
His mind couldn't process everything. His tired (E/c) eyes wondering over the remains of his planet. His heart sunk, as his face furrowed into a despairing look.
It was home but it wasn't.
Tear drops sparkling like diamonds, floating off of his face away from him. The tears were big and crystal clear. Stars reflected off of the stray water droplets, making them look almost ethereal. It smelled of a deep aroma that resembled a mix of the smell before rain and the scent of cherry blossoms in the spring.
The space around (Y/n) was flowy, like a ribbon dancers sash. His (H/c) hair glowed a soft gentle (f/c) amidst the never ending void of space floating around like he was underwater.
In his mind all was calm.
He poked at the stray tears coming from his face, watching them conjoin together and float around like an egg in the deep sea. The tears glistened before compressing into solid material. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. This jewel made of starborne tears had no attachable human given identification. It was...new.
Upon inspecting the jewel by hand, a system notification popped up. The system window was sleek, appearing in an almost hologram like surface. It was yellow, with darker golden colored lines etched into the rims. The words wrote themselves on the window like a typewriter, using bold font. (Y/n) knew it was some kind of System Window because the words 'System Window' was plastered across a slot on the top of the screen.
[Crienstone - A concentrated creation made by the involuntary nature of feeling sad or alone. This material can be used to craft 'Maho' (Mah-HOE) class items. This material can be produced only by Erumæn. Humans proceed with caution.
Rarity: Epic.]
[You have received Crienstone x4]
After (Y/n) had finished reading the notification another alert popped up.
[You have completed Step 1 in the tutorial process.
Congratulations! You have received +300 Exp.]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
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