Wish (OLD DRAFT)

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I was planning to put this at the end of the story, but I really want people to see one of my favourite characters even though they aren't truly involved in the active story for quite some time! :D

What was that on the floor? It looked like an old, big, wooden box, with two weird, metal prongs sticking out the top. The resident walked over to the front of it, now seeing some sort of grey screen plastered on top. How curious.

The device suddenly burst to life, buzzing loudly, static blaring, becoming the one point of light for the room.

Questions about the strange thing came into their mind, but none of them would be answered before music started to play from the thing. It was upbeat, lively. But instantly juxtaposed by the large, dark, shadowy figure appearing now front and centre.

"Hey! Hey you! Yeah, you! Yeah, come on, this can be for you!" it shouted. "Have you ever been running away for your life from a Darkborn?" it said, the music and scene shifting in the middle of it's sentence to be much more real and terrifying. Screams of those to soon be damned echoed from nothing but the pitch black night. A large creature of darkness emanating purple energy slinged itself forward repeatedly with its two large arms, it's much shorter, dried-up looking legs hanging down limply.

From the multi-layered chasm dented into it's head was coming sounds of horror and fear, as-like with the victim it had just caught. The end of it's arm transformed into a large point, before stabbing it entirely through the person's chest. One final choked sob managed to escape, before their body became entirely limp in a bloody mess of broken organs. "And thought, 'Hey! That could be me!'" it said, alongside a man, seemingly the other man running in the scene before, implied to be the one saying those words. But something was wrong. Their tunic was covered in dirt, torn up, covered in small portions of red.

Deep crimson cuts were very easily visible, nearly looking like there was some sort of dark worm wriggling inside. Purple and blue bruises were right beside them, and their head... everything just looked wrong. It was tilted down, obviously lacking support. But it wasn't just that. It was hanging down far lower than it normally should've, and their neck looked to be mangled. Their eyes were bloodshot, scratched at, and unblinking. Their jaw hung limply, similar to the rest of the head, seeming to be down too low. There was some fleshy mass crawling its way out of- "Oop, wait, hold on..."

A few dark apparitions of hands popped into frame, swiftly repositioning the face to be looking at the viewer. The eyes were still droopy though, and the head began to tilt again. "Well, do I have just the deal for you!" The figure, seemingly made of pitch-black, dark energy sculpted into the frame of a freakishly large, muscled man rose up onto a blue backdrop with stripes pointing outwards that were a slight shade lighter. "Introducing..."

The sounds of drums beating began, leaning into the anticipation of whatever the next words out of the figure's mouth would be. "Your new best friend," it began, first sending its arms up in celebration before the camera zoomed in on his face as he spoke hushed, then swiftly returned to the normal angle that only showed the chest and upward, "Vexus, the Great Darkness!"

Dozens of small sets of hands came into frame on each side, clapping, cheering playing on in the background. "Also known as:" a robotic voice said. "Vexus, the God of Death!" he changed the line to, re-doing the same action as well.

"Also known as:" "Vexus, Harbinger of the Hopeless!"

'...How many of these are they gonna do?' the person thought.

"Also known as:" "Vexus, the L-L-oooo-s-s-t-" In the vision, the blue faded away. There was nothing behind it. Yet even so, they could still see his figure. It had no feature on its face now, and they could hear whispers coming from the device... not just from the device, now. It felt like it was coming into their ears from all directions, sneaking, writhing its way into their mind. The static blared.