The people who witnessed the act either ran towards Yvonne's body or called for help. Some screamed and tried to look for a pulse. But there was none.
"What- no. What just happened?" Said one of them."It can't be! It must be a prank!" Another one said.
The others were trying to call for help, but there was no service.
Others ran to where civilians could be nearby.
Just as help starts to arrive, the body seems to dissolve into a puddle of goo. And that goo drained into the earth until there was no trace left. In another setting, Yvonne dissolved her doppelganger and faced the person on the opposite side of the room. That person seems to have no face, they were in the form of a human girl, but they were all black. They wore a Victorian-style dress, light blue. The room itself is decorated in an 18th-century fashion.
"Thank you, Mistress Mylene." Yvonne smiled at the figure. She wore the dress of a maid.
"I won't question about this." Said the figure, their face is unreadable. Only the tone of their voice, their words, gestures, and side profile can give a clue as to what emotion they are expressing. She then gave Yvonne an envelope.
"Please be sure to give this to Jonnathan." said the young Mistress.
Yvonne took the envelope and showed a curtsy before leaving. After closing the door behind her, a message panel popped up.
"You're nearing the end of the epilogue"
Two buttons showed before her.
Stay here or Go back.
It was only after Yvonne gave the envelope to Jonnathan, that she clicked Go back. The world around her starts to fade into her room.
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I stretched and then sat down on my bed. My clone dissolved into thin air. A knock can be heard from the door of the room. They revealed themselves to be my little brother. They told me that some people from my school messaged our mom while I was asleep. I shrugged at him and then shooed him away.
After waiting till midnight, I then go on and voyage from house to house. Making sure each of those people from my unaliving was asleep. I sprinkled a potion on each of them and chanted. Although, I had to trespass from house to house it is for the best. This way, they have forgotten that I was the one that died before them. And each time we pass the hall, you will have this feeling of fright and chills. The colors of your skin will drain each time you pass by me. As if I was a ghost. After all, you were the lot that won't ask for death, even on your worst enemy. I will make sure to give you all hallucinations of the event from time to time. And you all will focus more on that than my misdeeds and humiliations, each time you gaze upon me.
I then came back to my room and made myself forget what I did. Even the world where Mistress Mylene resided. Especially Mistress Mylene. Making sure, it disintegrated completely and not locked away. The evidences are also taken care of beforehand. Lucky them, they will not see me until the start of the academic year. And lucky them, they will only struggle for a year.
It had been a week since I received this gift. It was weird at first, but I think I got the hang of it. It was great to live as a main character. But, I enjoy it more when I just watch in the background and barely contribute anything to the story. Each time I die in a world though, I would wake up in my bedroom. As if those were a dream.
YOU ARE READING
Spectator of Worlds
Teen Fiction"I wonder, what will happen next?" Story of various tales, in the eyes of a specter. "Shall I mingle? Or watch as these scenes unfold? Will you sit and read between the panels and lines? Or will you change a story's trajectory?