The world is being ripped apart at it's seams, and it's up to 10 assigned gods to see the mortal plane back together. But all of them are children or just barely adults...
And one of the gods is not as they seem...
Will these newly crowned gods be...
(Implied SA in the PAST, nothing creepy in the present)
———
"C-come on Taco! I'll get you out of here...!" She cried as she lifted the injured girl into her arms.
"...?"
"What have they done to you...?!" Microphone clutched the gun in her hand. "This is completely inhumane...!"
"QUICK! STOP HER! DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY!"
Microphone clutched the smaller girl even tighter as she bolted down the clean white hall. And turned a sharp corner. She held up the gun to anyone she saw in her path and...
BANG!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"What a... Weird dream..."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Microphone lifted her head off the patch of grass she had been lying in. She rubbed her eyes and her back slightly, it ached from laying on the hard ground rather than her bed. She heard a soft groan and looked over towards the sound "Taco...?"
Taco was lying against the tree. Blood starting to soak through the bandages now... "Mic...?"
God... Microphone sighed and stood up groggily. Taco was bleeding too much... If she didn't get help then— She might die. Microphone breathed in shakily and picked Taco up.
"M-mic...? What are you doing?" Taco asked as she felt it was Microphone by grazing her hand over her on and off button, but not pressing it. As she could not see due to the bandages that still were over her eyes.
