✎𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹-𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿
◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸F﹗Hᴜᴍᴀɴ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x Vᴀʀɪᴏᴜs
❝In a moment of rage, Nine snarled loudly, baring his fangs, and pounced on you, intending to overpower you. However, you held your gro...
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"Sonic, You fool. This could be everything you wanted." Nine grumbled to himself as he walked in the middle of his new workshop. The shards of power he held in his tails glinted ominously in the dim light. You couldn't keep your eyes off of how beautiful they shined.
Your eyes landed on him when you heard him sigh heavily.
You slowly grabbed his shoulder, "That does not matter now. We have the shards. He chose his side when he decided to use us for his gain." trying to keep him grounded in reality. He held your hand gently, his eyes filled with determination.
His frown quickly changed to a smile as he finally set his mind on their fate. "You are right. Nothing matters now that we have the shards. Let's shape this place as our perfect world, where we can be free to do as we please. Our home."
You shared his smile. But it faded as he turned away. "Where no one pushes us around and no one can tell us what we should do but what we want to do."
He smiled, "No one bothers us, no one can stand in our way to our dreams now."
You both climbed the ladder and reached the power core Nine set up.
His metal tails reached over and carefully combined them like puzzle pieces.
The power core hummed with potential as you and Nine stood before it, the shards of the Paradox Prism in the core. He prepared to unleash its power upon the Grim.
"Are you ready?" Nine asked, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and determination. His hand reached to you.
You nodded, grabbing his hand without a second thought, a fierce glint in your eyes. "Let's do this. Let's make this place our own."
With a resolute nod, Nine began to channel the energy of the shards with his tails, their light casting shadows across the room. The power core thrummed with power, its energy surging through the Prism and into the heart of the Grim.
As the transformation began, the very fabric of the realm seemed to shift and twist around them. The air crackled with energy as the Grim began to reshape itself into something new.
"This thing is dangerous," You smiled, "But in our hand,"
"It's a perfect tool." He finished it. "We can make it stable."
