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"Heya."
A lone figure stood still within the confines of the last corridor, a hall of majestic pillars and mosaic glass windows portraying the symbol of the kingdom.
The Delta Rune
The figure don's a blue zipped Jacket with a black shorts with white stripes and a pair of slippers.
They appear to be.. somber, their expression hidden by the darkness of the corridors only illuminated by the light coursing through the golden mosaic art piece of the corridor windows.
They bore no skin to hide the inner frame of their skeletal form, the darkness that encompassed the visage of light that the final corridor harbors gave a glimpse of what they truly are.
They held a grin, an eternal smile that does not seem to fade away.
They were waiting.
For you
"You've been busy, huh?"
The figure addresses, a glimmer of light showed a glimpse of their true visage where a skeletal form in clothing stood there.
Who were they addressing to?
You
Their eyes shimmer with a threatening flicker that seems to be at its limit, close to breaking out and burst from its restrained coils.
But the figure relented, their eye-lights slowly returning to their normal hue of white as they stare.
You felt odd. You felt.. weird. You felt.. guilty.
A shiver runs down your spine
A figure stepped forth through You
Their figure looks to be a child no less than 13 years old, skin yellow-ish pale, a Flickering to skin sickly peach with a threatening glitch.
And yet the one of yellow pose the better malice.
The intent to Kill.
"So I've got a question for ya."
Their voice, strained. As if they were holding themselves back from what true feelings they hold, their tone forced to be held in light and hollowed vibrance. Was it due to their nature? or was it practiced to the point of autonomous activity?
One thing is for sure, you were a witness. The child stood stoicly, expression holding neutrality with only the flicker of the pale child grinning forego its inner animosity.
"Do you think even the worst people can change?"
The child quiver, the words felt worse than those of monster's pleas and terrified screeches.
Flashes of distant yet close memories eminate from the child's psyche, finding it oddly.. satisfying, a test of strength, a show of might, yet the presence of guilt came with it.
The fall of a Mother.
The fall of a friend.
Of a skeleton's head slowly fading to Dust
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Desolate Expedition
FanfikceA 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? ...
