Mavobella: The Angel Of Death

Chapter 38

I had lost count of how many times I had cycled through this nightmare. Each loop, I woke up in the graveyard house, searching for Wade and Nicole, only to find they didn’t remember me. The pain of their absence gnawed at me, but a new resolve began to take shape. Maybe chasing after those elusive gems wasn’t the answer. What if we had been wrong about that creature we encountered before? The one we thought was a gem, but might actually be something more significant?

“Think, Mavobella,” I muttered to myself as I paced the empty room, the dust swirling in the light filtering through the broken windows. “Wade mentioned mythical creatures once. What if…?”

Determined, I turned to the map, squinting at the faded ink. The creature we had encountered in the undersea cavern—what if it could help us escape this loop? I had to find it. I had to convince Wade and Nicole, again, to join me.

I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I left the graveyard house behind. I trudged through the familiar landscape, past the trees and into town, where Caketopia awaited. It felt like a scene from a twisted play, repeating itself endlessly, but this time, I was determined to change the script.

As I entered Caketopia, the warm scent of baked goods hit me, and I nearly smiled. But that smile faded when I spotted Melissa cleaning the counters. I could almost feel the echo of my previous encounters swirling in my mind.

“Hey, Melissa,” I said, forcing cheerfulness into my voice, but her vacant expression hit me like a blow.

“Hi there!” she replied, her eyes darting to the mess behind the counter. “Do you need something?”

“Actually, I—” I hesitated, the weight of my urgency pressing against my chest. “I’m looking for Nicole. Is she around?”

Melissa shook her head. “Not sure. She usually comes by later. You should grab a pastry while you wait!”

I wanted to scream that I wasn’t here for pastries, but instead, I nodded and made my way deeper into Caketopia, the memory of better times haunting me like a ghost. The urge to give up clawed at my insides, but I pushed through it, knowing I had to keep trying.

Finally, Nicole walked in, her familiar figure standing out against the pastel colors of Caketopia. I rushed over, excitement bubbling within me, but when she turned to face me, I felt that familiar emptiness wash over me.

“Hi there!” she greeted, her brow furrowed slightly. “Do I know you?”

“It’s me! Mavobella!” I said, desperation creeping into my voice. “We’ve been through this before. I need your help!”

Nicole blinked, her confusion evident. “Sorry, but I don’t think we’ve met. What do you need?”

“Listen! I have a plan. We need to find that creature we encountered in the undersea cavern—the one we thought was a gem. If we can find it again, it might help us escape this endless loop!”

Boy did I sound cuckoo.

She crossed her arms, skepticism lining her features. “What are you talking about? And why should I trust you?”

“You’ll get it later. You should trust me because,” I replied, pulling out the physics book I had stashed away, its spine cracked from use. “This is the formula of resonance I figured out last time! If you can modify your gun to utilize the venom we gathered, we can amplify it, making it much more effective. Together, we can face whatever stands in our way.”

Nicole’s eyes flicked over the book, and I could see her weighing my words. “I don’t know… this sounds a bit out there.”

“Just give me a chance!” I urged, my heart racing. “I promise I’ll explain everything on the way. But I need your help. If you believe even a fraction of what I’m saying, we can do this!”