Aeon Nether & Idol Effigy

Chapter 74- Dyes

It was time for the next stage.

"I can't believe that the show overworked Dolly." Echoed another voice near the start of the performances to go up on stage to rank in the top 50.

"? It's up to them if they overwork themselves." Criticised another.

"What do you mean? These things can be stopped if the show takes precautions."

"Well yes, but compared to the industry this place is comparable enough to heaven."

"Heaven? Tch, like anyone will remember us." Whispered another voice, who from the looks of themselves were one of the many people who chose to magically dye their hair.

In the corner of the room being fanned over by her writer that she couldn't use this time, was Trina. Funnily enough her hair was pink. I say funny, because her hair looked like Emma's except slightly worse. The shade of pink was unpleasant in its pastille pink form. I couldn't tell what was wrong with it exactly. The pastel pink didn't suit her, an odd contrast against her white skin. What made it worse was that she seemed to have gone for a natural blonde which was only slightly pink, it became a yellow tinted slightly pink colour that could almost have a brassy tone within itself. A part of me felt like the hair was something that she thought added to the reasons she was pissed at Emma.

Each hair colour could only be picked once by a few people who wanted them enough to play a variety game of paintball. I liked the game. They'll get a carousel type of contraption that you'd be seated in and have a person shoot paintballs at you. You'll become a fully suited rectangle on chairs that were screwed onto the floor that rose and fell like the seats on carousels. The paintballs would land rhythmically in a set place the shooter decides until the paintball lands on a person and paints them in a colour. All colours being invisible to the person shooting them and being changed by Rain.

In the end many people got neon colours and so on. The sample pool reached a high of forty four participants, so forty different colours and shades were picked. Trina got a pastel pink, but seemed to have told the stylist to make her look more like a natural blonde with pink hair.

If not for myself having a possibility to win Emma's pastel pink from the carousel I might have entered. Dying hair a colour randomly sounds like a fun thing to do, especially when you could negotiate how it was added with slight change in shades. Many choose to just do a few strands, sometimes or hide strands of dyed hair under a layer of their previous head of hair when they got colours they didn't want during their pursuit for attention.

I also didn't want to draw Trina's attention when she was already so ignorant about my existence. It also increased my chances of killing her before dungeon service and essentially, finishing a quest for unknown rewards. Which may sound bad, but trust me when I say she's a lot worse of a 'person' than I probably made her sound. She was a product mapped in more than 3000 pages, from imagination to the written summary after her conclusion.

Trina sat on a chair white in form with the dishwater rising in her irises murking the sky we all wanted to land in without suffering from our constant fall and drown. Her hair was an unpleasant fake blonde that destroyed pink. In my past world, I would have named it a strawberry blonde with my lack of knowledge on just what that hair colour looks like. I'll apologise for insulting the natural hair colour in such a way. In the same thought, it's even more perfect as a descriptor due to my imperfections this time through my completely broken visualisations imagination.

Trina sat there. Not looking at me, but I having read her judged her imperfect and joyful evil hobbies. I wasn't confident. I felt no closeness to the woman who murdered the possible weak heroine I replaced. I was no better for thinking of killing her to pass a quest.

But I died on a train after I met an interviewer that didn't like me, at all during the cv stage, yet called me to come to them to talk. A moving van hit the moving train and my head was cut off. Pain can be considered to have been endured to my full extent. I considered nothing, but this promise of dungeon service after this strange show where people watch me.

The next step was now always outlined for me, but I can't go on like this. I feared that I won't be given instructions on the steps to take after that. I needed to kill Trina and use her as a tool that would have brought this world closer to its end, like the author had written about in vague terms. And I wanted another piece of the puzzle.