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Most of you might think of this as a ship, which it isn't, cuz SilverWolfs parents died, and she was always playing alone. SHe never had a sista :c
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You woke up from the dreamscape, next to Firefly. She waved you goodbye.
"Goodbye, Stellaron Hunter [Y/ N]. May we meet again, when the circumstances are lighter." She said, a hint of sadness and regret filling her eyes.
You waved back at her before putting your cloak on and leaving. As you got to the very exit to this world, a familiar spacecraft approached you. But this time, it wasn't Kafka. The gray haired girl got out, removing her glasses, her bubble popping on her lips.
"Hey SilverWolf!" You enthusiastically said. She put her hand on her hip, and spit out her bubblegum, showing a bittersweet smile.
"Hey [Y/ N]. Fancy meeting you here." She says. She gestures for you to follow her in the spacecraft. It was kinda crowded, with only one room. The room had one bed and one sleeping bag. There was a window where the bed lay, as the bed wasn't being held by any frames, just on the small space on the window. Speakers and a TV along with a game console laid in the other side. In the controller room, four little mini SilverWolfs were piloting the spacecraft. As it moved, you felt like you were going to be sick. SilverWolf notices it too. She put a hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, [Y/ N], you look pale. But it sucks to be you, we're going to go like this for 5 days straight."
o~0~o
On the first day, you felt kinda dizzy. On the second and third, you kept getting worse. But on the fourth day, your feelings really took off. You were sleeping inside your sleeping bag, before suddenly holding your mouth. You found a trash bag and uh- puked. You cleaned up your face, but when you turned around, SilverWolf was standing there, as if watching the scene. Sh!t. You thought in embarrasement. SilverWolf changed her expression, distressed.
"I knew it was a bad idea to get you here." You were feeling dizzy, and the grey hair noticed that. I'm gonna faint, right..? You thought wearily. Your eyes narrowed, and your knees were giving in.
"[Y/ N]?!" Was the last thing you heard that night.
o~0~o
The grey hair picked you up, and placed you on her mattress. Thank goodness you didn't get dirty. She exhaled, shaking her head. She clicked some controls on her glove, and spawned a digital armchair, which surprisingly held her up. She kept stroking your hair, surprised how soft it was. After that, she wiped her hand on her clothes. She checked your temperature from time to time. After a while, she got bored and decided to play games on her phone. She tilted it sideways, leaned back, and her finger started tapping rapidly on the screen, non-stop.
After a lot of gaming, she decided to join you. She changed you and herself in pyjamas, and crawled at the other end of the mattress, hugging the little ball of the blanket before her which she has squished, do give her the sensation of hugging a plushie.
o~0~o
When you woke up, you saw on the window that stars and milky ways were dancing along the galaxies, radiating colors and shades such as green, blue and purple. You looked at your feet, and as they were hidden, you saw a sleepy SilverWolf. Heavy eye bags were created from too much gaming, and you sat up. Rubbing your eyes, you let SilverWolf sleep. You sat on the soft carpet on the floor, and stretched your legs. As you turned on the TV, you decided to watch a movie. When you looked behind you, SilverWolf was leaning over your shoulder, watching the film too. When it ended, you grabbed her neck with one arm, and pulled her down. She fell on her head, whining.
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FantasyYou're a Stellaron Hunter. The 9th, actually. You recently joined, because of your incredible affective curse. Every Hunter praises you, yet you find yourself useless. You know too much, and you can't change your decesion...
