"You're tailor-made for this era with an appearance of vulnerability! Fooled by this truthful acting, your heart beats so very loudly!"
Vera smiled looking at the screen. The screen displayed a female, who sat on a chair with the message of Arthos' love carved on the side. "May your love and beauty bloom" it said, though Tiempo would never know what the words meant. Kilos knew, and that was enough for Arthos in the past. Now Tiempo was dead, and nothing could fill the hole in Arthos' heart.
The female continued to read her book, unaware of the camera on her and not the green entity with blood made out of books with their pages full of knowledge. Vera was a bit surprised the cameras could see the entity when they were nearby. The entity disappeared soon after. The female herself had light green hair that faded into a ghostly white, a blue dress with green flowers shaped like daffodils, and blue heels that went with it.
Zaizar watched Vera, taking a few moments to gather the courage to speak up and say something.
"Who are they?" Zaizar hesitantly asked, "Are they important to complete our mission?"
Whatever the mission was at this point anyway. Though that itself had become unclear. It wasn't to kill the gods, not anymore.
Vera's smile became rather sinister, "She's Znaniye, Tiempo's second daughter and Tremya's sister. Those two are very close to each other. Especially so her sister is her weakness. Znaniye was Tiempo's despair after all"
"Get away from me!" Tiempo shouted as she sobbed, "Get away from me despair! Take it away with you disgusting child!"
The young Znaniye looked at her mother, hurt and confused,"But mother-"
"Don't you dare call me mother!" Tiempo shouted, "I never wanted you! NEVER!"
Vera looked at the screen with pity, feeling bad for the child who was abandoned as despair by her mother. In a way, Vera could relate to her.
Zaizar looked at the screen perplexed at why Vera would watch her, "What do we do with her then?"
Vera smiled as she grabbed a messy block of wires and explosive material.
"A [big shot] idea! Oh I'm excited at the mere thought!"
She squealed with excitement.
Zaizar looked at the handmade but messy explosive with concern, "So is that it? We're going to strap her to a bomb?"
"Yep! And I'm going to make a maze to force one of them to go through! You get to be the hunter!" Vera's smile widened into a horrid grin stretching from ear to ear, "Don't worry, it will be a sketch"
Zaizar sighed, "What will I have to do? Am I just hunting them down?"
"Exactly! With your god-killing blade it will be like a thriller!" Vera giggled manically before coughing interrupted her.The blood splattered on the floor. The stain looked like most of the stains scattered across the lap. The most noticeable ones were the overlapping stains in front of the controls to the many screens on the walls. Each screen had something different on it. Each one focused on a different person.
Zaizar looked at Vera, he had noticed the coughing for a while now. It was impossible not to notice the dried blood stains by the screen controls. Impossible not to notice the blood that poured out of her mouth each time she laughed too much or too long. Yet, he brushed it off and gave her a tissue to clean her mouth. Vera blinked but took the tissue. Instead of using it to clean her mouth, she wiped up the splatter and ate the tissue.
"Thanks Zaizar" Vera replied with a smile.
"No problem." Zaizar replied, "So how will we construct the maze?""Of course! Now come on, we have plenty to build!"
The clones followed Vera, standing (or floating) right by her side.
Zaizar followed behind, "What will the maze be like? I'm not gonna be able to keep running pace with those Sketches, especially because of their abilities!"
Vera opened the portal to an empty slate.
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Multiversal Mayhem: The Return
Random"Now's your chance to be a big shot,Now's your chance! Take my hand. Oh ignore the weird slimy parasite on your neck. Watch in terror as the control fades. I shall pull the strings now! I pulled myself out of the hole you abandoned me in, finishing...