The sunshine on your skin feels refreshing, the birds chirping, the winds blowing. It's all refreshing after that battle to the death. And then you spot Calamitas, standing there.
Y/N: "You.."
Suddenly a sharp pain hits your chest, your crushed armor piercing between your ribs with every movement. The last thing you see before you black out is a resemblance of some sort of egg.
Silence...
You find yourself on a white staircase surrounded by the pitch black void
Y/N: "Where the hell..."
As it's literally the only thing you can do you decide to climb the staircase and not after long you find yourself in a place reminiscent of a garden yet theres is no sky, only white. As you look around a voice pops into your head
"W̴̗͇̹̑̔̃̋e̷̡͕̮̻̬̖͛̔́l̸̢̜̺̉͊̓͠ć̵͓̻̮̘͓ͅǫ̵̥̝̥̏͒̕m̶͓̽̆͠ė̷͉͖̫̆,̸̤̬̳̙̬͈̉̌̔͠͠ ̶̟͙̱̘̦̟̃͗̏͊̈͝ű̶͚̲̘͎̬͑̾̀̚̕͜s̶̬̃̉̐̃ú̶̧̩̬͍̆͝ͅŗ̶̤̬̝̠̘̾̇͑̒̿p̶͍̭̭̼̏ë̸̡͍̙̤̙͔́̑͒̎ṝ̸̭̟̝̲̱.̷̙̒̀̾͆
̸̡̻̝̮̽͑Y/N: "What the hell???"
̴̥̺̓Ǐ̴̧͓͔͈͍̰̽̈́̉͂͋n̵̨͓͐ ̵̩̇̈́s̶̮̈͗͑ȯ̵͈̩̲̖͛l̴͕͈̇͜͝i̵͎͕̻̓̌ţ̶̪̲̟̝͙̓u̶̧͖̠̺̓͝d̵̙̣͉͋͆̈́̽̔̎ȩ̵̱͖̙̹̦̉̌͆,̵̪́ ̷̞͎̦͓̂͛̈́͜ò̸̦n̵̞̜̓̂̔͆͑l̴̛͎̈́̏̌̊͝y̴͓͇̬͔̩̥̔ ̸̡̻̻͕͙̿̎̅͌̓͐y̶̧̱̘͗ǒ̸̥̠̹̋̂ų̸̛̯̮͘͠ ̴̪̬̮̓̓b̵̗̮̙͉̽̅͘e̵͍̲͕̐́̍̌͌h̶͓̩̺͕͋̈́̑͑o̴̬̿͊̃̊̂͑ľ̴͚̞̱͌͛͝͝ḍ̸̢̅̇́͊́̂ ̶̞͎̺̠̭͘͜t̸̖̐̓͠h̵̨̼̦̩̍̉̐̉͗̚͜e̴̜̓̓̐̚ ̷̗̠͎̎͐̊h̶͙̙̀̉̇e̵̡͉̤̿̀͒ạ̶̿v̴̖̖̖͔̘̝͝͝ė̶̥͂͗͆̚͠ṉ̷̳̝̓̊͝͝l̷͙͔̹̲̫̂̊͊̾͗͜ý̶̧̡̖̰̜̳̑͒̋̆͝ ̵̪̪̎̽͘͜s̶͉͙̦̀͌̓̃̚p̶͓̈́̓l̵̛̝̟̮͍̥̏͑̚͝͝ḛ̷̝̞͓̘̂n̴̡̨̥̰̮̜͋̀̓d̵̙͂́̇̑ò̶̡̳̥̫̰̓́r̵̘͕̜͕͙͉̄ ̷͉̲̟̯̄̎͜ĕ̵̢̤͉̻̖̐͛̎n̴͎̙͓͒̃̒̅̓v̵̯̤̦̙͎͚̄̽͑̈̋̀e̷̹̫̔͊̈́̚ļ̶̠̝̳͚̈͗̃̾͒͒ͅo̶͔͒͠p̷̧̫͎̮͔̬͂̅̓̕i̸̽̓̂ͅn̴̐̓͘̕͜͠g̷̺̱͙͚̊͆̓̎̄̅ ̷̦̄̌͒̓͋̏͜ͅt̵̫́̉̾̈́͝h̴̡͉̻̮̫̖̏̎̏̑̈́ì̸̙͓̖̣̱̍s̸̯͙̟͔̎͐́͆̉͘ ̷͈͕̼̱̠͒̇͒̔̍͝r̸̦͐̇͐͘͘ȩ̸̂ā̴̟̪̈́̚͝ḻ̸̣͇̯͂̀̃̓͜͜m̷̡̜̙̺̠̣̈́̕.̵͍̳͈̗͐͛̿̚
̸͙̺̘͕̠͌̄̇̓̓
̷̱̙̬̇̕̕Ỷ̸̗͕̂̉͗͊̕o̶͎͙̮͍̱̿̅͂û̶͚̄ͅr̸͔̅̐̃̊ ̸̢͇̮̬̠͈̈́̊p̴̨̡̻͉̻̅͊́̒r̶͕͌e̴̗̙̖̙̋̐͗s̶͔̒̐ḛ̷̛̥͊̀̐̓n̴̜̩̙̬̜͍̽͆͆̀ĉ̸̡̲̤̲̉̕e̴̹̦̔̋̏ ̶͎̬̹̥̥͗ḩ̴̧͉̤͒̍̈̄͌̕ě̷̮̥̯̈̔̾̓̚ͅr̴̦͓̪̞̮̳̆̄̒e̷̛̛̬͍͗̌̆͝ ̶̫̻̻̜͐̈̾̚͜͝h̶̤̼̟̰̣̍̒̚͠a̶̢͕͇̥͆s̶̘̮̿ ̸̢̠̹̪͎͑͌̆̇b̴̻̜̪̉̔͘e̷̺̝͚͍̼͂̈́ȅ̶̛͕̤̮̒̑̑͜͝n̴̡̻̺̲̮̭͛̾ ̴̨̛̞̜̖͙̤̄̈́̿ò̷̯̻̩͍̥̈́̇r̵͖̠̖̔̾̈́̏̏̈́ͅd̸͇̗͔͕̯̜͆a̶̰̽͝i̴̺̍̉͒͊̈͝n̴̟̳̳̰̱͑̒̅̓͘ė̶̢͍̈́̆͋ḏ̷̻̞͇͑̋͘,̵͇̘̬͙̹̃̒̓̓̈̕ͅ ̶̡̖̳̩̐͜s̸̨̯̹̣͓͌̏̓o̴̩̙̘͓͈̓̍̆ ̷͇̫̯̮̬̑ẗ̷̛̛̠̟́͛h̸̟̪̹̋̑a̴̘̖͒͐͛̆̕t̵̘̑̉̿͑ ̵̻͓̪̣̼̾̓̔̍̚ŷ̸̘̟̘̼́͛̄̉͝ò̷̻͖̠̜͂̕u̸͍̰̻̹͈̿ ̷͚̯̠͇̌̀́̓m̶̗̪͍̝̅̊í̶̟̮̯̂ǧ̵̦̺̞͂͠h̴̹̙̳̬͈̯̀̎́t̴͙̼̅̔̓̐ ̸̤̙͑ͅf̸͚̪͗͝å̴̡͓͕͑t̶̻͙̮͉̳͝h̵̩͈̏̆̈́ǫ̶̣̫͍̼̌̿́̄̈͑ḿ̶̞̟̒̍̾ ̷̱̥̃͗̎̀ý̵̙̼̓̓͛ȯ̶̜̪̩̯̳̝͐̐̃͌u̷̱̣̺͚̓̋̋̊͘r̷̺̖̩͖̪̊͝͝ ̵̹͇̖͚̪̆̔d̷͔̀͐͛̒̑e̷̼̭̠̯̒̋̿͘s̷̺͆́t̷̡͚̪́̾ͅì̶̟͖͕̘̱̎́̓͐͜n̵͎̏̈́̆̈́̓̄y̴̪̋͋͒͊͘̕.̷͕̩̳̥͋͌͂̚̕͝
̵̬̥̬̝̠͗̎̚
̷̤͉̭̮̂͛̔Ţ̵̤̫̭̦͘h̷̫̓͋̉̕ḙ̸̙͎͈̾ ̶̧̨̻̝̒̏̾͌͠Ḍ̵̌̍̕a̵̭͒̏̓̓r̶̡̛͎̮͚̣̿͜k̷̬͕͑̇͐̀̀͜ ̷̨͉͚̗̫̫͛̌̀͒̆Ò̷̡̨͇̹̿̈́͝n̴͕̫͐̓̍̈́͘̚ë̴͉̣̩̳́ ̶͉͍͂d̷̨̨̛̺͝ŗ̷̰͒̓̎͝i̴̻̟͋̋̑͜͝f̸̛͔͎ẗ̸̖͉̦̜s̶̳͓͖̆̀͌͠ ̸̨̭̪̅̒́͒̒ị̶̧̃̐̀n̷̗̖̖̿̇͝ ̶̢̨̺͔̲̽̅̈̉̾̀y̵̧̯̙͍̓̔͊͝o̷̲̞̟̘͐̄͋̀̀̈́ǘ̴̡̦͚̍͘̕r̸̛̥͕͎̘̄̕͘͜ ̵͖̄̒d̴̥̯̬̅̾́̃o̶̧̫̠̯̦̣͌̀̓̚m̷̨̩̄̓ḁ̴̭̐̿̇i̶͉͎̝̯̅̃̎́͛n̶̤̼̯̙̩͙̆.̷̗͈͎̍͑͐ͅ ̷̟̫͓̙̲͍͛̊Ĭ̴̗͖͉̣̽͊̿̂̍t̸̞̍̽̀ ̸̳̫̣̙̯̑̒̏͋͝i̸̘̩͙͎̓͐̓̓̚̕ͅs̸̖̯͙͚̑͌̅̿̈̕ ̵̧̄̾͊̈́̌͝ḯ̷̛͈̼͊͛̐ņ̴̣̣̳̥̣̾c̵̻̲͛̆̈́̓͆͐ͅú̶͓̘̐m̷͕͉̣͙̆̋b̴̡̨̗̩̰͐e̷̖̠̤͛͌̀̕n̷͚͇̘̣̹̥͗̈͊́̓t̸̨̼̲̞͚̹̃̀̈́͒ ̵̹̒̔̀u̸̡̘̅̑͑p̷͖̞͚͒́͝ơ̸̘̈̌͂͝ņ̸̢̘̺̬̋ͅ ̶͉̩͛̽̑̈̈͊y̷̻͕̅́́͊̍͑ỏ̴͓̫͉̗̋̆ͅư̴̛̟͎̙̩̮͓̔̈́ ̶̳̦̈́̅̓̆t̴̻̀ǒ̸͇̝̫̋ ̴͉̮̝͕͊͛́̂ͅͅc̶̰̞̤̩̀̓̀͜ō̵͇͎͚̩͑ṅ̵͈̠̝̠͕̓͝ͅq̴̣̲͎̞͛̃ü̴̥̤͍̘͔̒͒̇͜͝e̸̛̦̤̦͙̬̦͗r̶̨̬̓̎͒̀̀̒ ̶͓̺̽͆̋̃͝ḯ̴̫̠͔̮̜̑̽͗t̸̪̲̟͇̲̋̍̿.̴̞̉̃͗̆͝
̴̠̞̤̋̆̑̓̓
̶̻̓͛Ȏ̷̟̖̘̓͝͠ṅ̵̨͉͔̝̊͂c̴̦̮̫̰̍̓̊͌͐e̵̢͈͖͎̩͆̍̇ ̷͚̟̃́̄t̵̛̬̫̫͈̤̺́r̵̮͔͘͜i̷͚̾u̵̯̞̻͔̟͂̀̂̑͆m̷͕̐̎̌̀͝p̷̘̟̬̍̑͐͗̋͜h̷̖̭̯͇͔̓͊̇̃ả̶͙̝̫̙͠n̴̰̻͕͊̈́̏̕̚t̷̻̤͗̄̈́̑̑,̸̨͎̩̾̒͌ ̴̡̬͊͘y̵̛̳̬̝̌͐̈́̈́̆ȏ̷̡͉͇̀̇̾̕͝u̵̡̹̳̮͊̈͐ͅr̷̎̒̎́͜ ̸̨̿́͆̄͝f̵̧̣̹̐͆̈ȁ̴͕̘̙͈̗̩̀t̸̯̬͂͋͒̌̚͘ę̵̼̹̂ ̸̣͚͋s̵̮̮̣̅̅̈́̔̃͝h̵̟̳̯̳͛̇͂̈́́á̷͜l̴̮̄͆l̷̪̻͔͙̮̜̈́̊̎ ̷̧̛͍̺͊̉̓į̶̳̮̖͍͂͜n̸̬͌̓͒̅̿ẗ̷̨̧̛̞͚́̆̓͐͌͜e̷̡̲̬͋̍͆̀̽͛r̵̂ͅl̵̛̝̘͉̻̠̏̒̇͆̿ą̵̛̯̥̣͑c̴̻̘̞̲̜̔è̸͚̬̪̖͠ ̷͙͈̦̉́ẘ̴̛̛̹̟̖̫̓͊i̶̗̾̑ͅt̶͈̤͈̭͙̏ḩ̸͖̺̻̅͜ ̵̛̯̳̂̒̌ṃ̴̢̹̖̬̽͌͠i̸̗̯͉͋̔̉̈́̕n̴̞̤̠͙͚͚͊͠ẻ̶̲̃̀ ̸̢̧̣̺̥͎̿o̶̩̺͕̰͑͋ͅn̶̼͗̕c̶̗̝̹̫̰̆͐̄́̀̂ͅe̵̖̰̋̈́̕͠͠͝ͅ ̶̼̤̠̣̦̻͋͛̑̌̚ṃ̴̧̛̭̲̉͑̅͜͝o̶͎͉͖̲̹̾̽̚͝ͅr̴̙̙̻̞̟̾̇͐̕ȅ̶̱̐͆̍͋,̵̞͖͈̓̉͂̈́̑ ̴̭̇̓͝͝a̷̢̗̒̆͒ͅn̵͕̄d̵̳̗̥̪̥̮̀́͒͝ ̴̢͙̎͒̓̂͘͠ẏ̶͕̒̃̕ȱ̵̘̖͇̺͙̄͘͜u̶͓̪͓͂ ̵̫̇͗͂͊͑͛w̴̨̧͇̗̾̇̄ì̷̺͕̩͍̽͂l̶̡̬͉͂l̴̳̪͙͎͖͉͋͗ ̸̢͈̖͕̻̋b̴̲̜͍̄́e̶̖͇̰̯͒̋̂̈́̋ ̴̰͔͙̻̳̑̂̓̈́͠t̴̝̟̽͋͑e̴̺̼̝̓s̷̯̩̍̑͑t̵̫̀̈͗̚͠ͅẹ̷͈͒̾̈̃̀̌d̶̢̜̬͐̑́͐̋ͅ.̴̧̩̉̋̈́
̴͔̘̽
̵̡͚̳͚̠̽̐͂͆G̸̻̹̣͍͐͒̌̉̀ǫ̴̢͕͙̟͘ò̸̡͖̘̪̻̈͆͛̅͘͜d̷̜̮̮͒̿́̈́̐͆ ̸̯̇̑̇͗͘ḽ̴̼͔͒ư̴̯̲̱̈́̊͋͠͝c̴͎͚̉̈͂̀͒̕k̷͎͔̭̲̋̒̍̒͒"You suddenly wake back up in your bed with a major headache.
Y/N: "Was that a dream??"
"And what was that in the sky??"
"And why am I in my house???"
You decide you accidentally just fell into your magic mirror when you blacked out and decide to open the door and to your total surprise you see....
Calamitas?
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Stained, Brutal Acquaintances (Calamitas x Reader)
FantasíaA little thing cause nobody did it yet also I love calamitas This story's basically a reference to Ourobot's calamitas but with a little sprinkle of autism in it Yeah uhhh erotica