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"Greetings."
A figure stood over just a yard away, staring at YOU with a smile.
Harboring no emotions, any sort of joy to hold a smile such as they have now.
All except for Hate.
It was cold, the world was black and only they hold color, a sweater of sorts.
Green with white-ish yellow stripes and brown shorts.
A low rumble eminated from such a being before an ominous theme played out, repeated loops of a high pitched like alarm draw forth to suffocate any silence that this "Void" conjured up and a deep drum like pounding came every now and then.
It looked at you. You. With a smile.
Their eyes sunken and deepened, as if their soul was consumed for their eyes could no longer show whatever that is left upon the husk that was once alive.
The figure smiles slightly even more. However, no emotions could portray any truth to how it is feeling.
It simply Hate.
Were they a boy? Were they a girl? Are they a human? A monster?
"I, am Chara."
Or a demon?
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Desolate shook in his place, gazing upon the fallen figure of red that was shaking in their place.
Was it pain? Of course it is, imagine being on the receiving end of what is basically an undead dragon that supercharged itself a breath of concentrated plasma, firing it with intensity comparable to a four millimeter wide pressure washer.
It hurts.
It burns.
The figure of red didn't bother to get up, merely choosing to stay in their place.
They were crying.
Why were they crying? They were oh-so filled with malicious intent, animosity at its peak. Hate. But maybe.. it wasn't them?
Standing up from his crouched form, he went near to the figure.
Suddenly feeling weight in the palms of his skeletal hands, having two items in his place.
A knife. So pristine, so perfect in its shape and form, its blade was sharpened to the point it was cutting the particles within the air itself.
The other was a peculiar one.
A golden heart shaped locket, it was old. Surviving the expanse of time but not without grime nor damage.
It holds cracks, lines that reached to its back structure and its chains seems ready to be snapped in two.
It was barely holding on together.
His eye-lights flash a sharp blue as the world darkened ever-so-slightly, a panel appeared in front of him. Two of them, one giving the other the description of their respective Items.
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* "Knife" - Weapon AT 1
* A knife from a By-gone age, in pristine condition.
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Desolate Expedition
FanficA person of unknown origin find themselves in an unfamiliar body with snippets of memories seeping through their mind. with a power so different from any other. Lost and alone. What will they do? Who would be so cruel to leave them in this state? ...
