Disappointment is such a grating emotion. Sometimes it's seen with a parent scolding their child, or the ending of a battered relationship that could have been so much more. It signifies unfulfilled expectations, a firey yearning for something more, and a mourning for something that could have been. It grips you from the deepest parts of your body and drags you to places you never knew existed. All the while blending your thoughts to an unrecognizable blur.
Why does it feel like everything has gone silent? As the temperature gradually declined, and the gentle pop of air rising through the sea of lava slowly faded away, the lingering feeling of emptiness became more and more pronounced.
Something was clearly missing amidst the jets of propelling air and fake baking sets. The air definitely at the very least make her crack a smile a couple of hours ago. Well, it felt like it was an hour ago. Time, along with everything else seems to be slipping away from her. What was at the very most a day ago felt like a lifetime, like a whole different branch of the fourth dimension that broke off without her knowing.
The utensils were no different from those the monsters use on a daily basis. The knives, forks, spoons, and measuring cups were all clearly made of metal, and yet she could barely see her own reflection. Who knows? Maybe it's just her mind playing tricks on her. What she does know is that things feel... disjointed.
Everything felt dull.
The thought of making some kind of pastry or cake crosses her mind for a moment but doesn't stay for too long. She couldn't stomach any food despite feeling that nagging tear in her abdomen. Faces of monsters she's met flashed in her head as a small voice tip-tapped in her head.
It's all for a greater cause.
Mercy for the real world.
What's the cost of false worlds and their people?
She brushed them aside. Now's not the time to get philosophical, she has to finish what she had started. These thoughts have nothing to do with getting the task done.
She took a glance at the deceitful window into the outside world and rolled her eyes. They were clearly some crudely colored pictures that were messily glued to the wall. The wooden boards tried their best to frame them as a view of a sunny meadow and failed miserably. It was clear that they were also cutout sheets of construction paper.
The appliances didn't work, so the thought of baking something would have never been an option anyway. None of them seemed to be plugged in, nor were there any outlets anywhere near the set to do so.
There was nothing of note.
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The whirling of the elevators was something new. Flipping a switch in an electric box-like control panel would bring the rider to the desired floor level. Unfortunately, not a single monster she's met before held a map or elevator directions. This led to more tedious navigation, floating from jet propeller to jet propeller to find a way through. Also, there were frustrating moments when she flipped switches to floors she had already explored, which caused the elevator to slowly hum down or up as she wallowed in her mistake.
She's done it more times than she would like to admit.
One thing she did find during her headless scrambling was an empty stand, cobwebs scattered in every corner, and hanging ledge. There wasn't anything for her to take, only some signs listing an absurd price for non-existent food.
She scoffed at the sight of the sad deserted stand and kept aimlessly trying to find her way.
There were some puzzles that barred her path forward but they were nothing to praise. She shot some blocks, quite literally child's play.
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My Guardian Angel [Chara x Reader]
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