Morality & Mortality (Artificer x Reader)

Between Two Worlds

ONCE I REALISED WHAT I HAD JUST DONE.

I COULD ONLY WEEP.

AS I SANK SLOWLY INTO THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR.

DEEP, OH SO DEEP.

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Scene 1. 

Your P.O.V

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The shelter doors were sealed shut when you woke up. Your body had the ability to move once again.

Unfortunately, this time you had landed outside of your beloved sanctuary.

Your dazed eyes looked around, only to notice the first rays of sunshine seeping through the numerous cracks that lined the steel walls. Something had wanted you to stay outside for this Cycle, away from Artificer's comforting embrace.

The ground slowly rumbled beneath your feet. Distant sounds of whirring machines and blaring alarms could also be heard in the distance.

But that didn't matter.

Not after that... nightmare.

Denial was not a viable excuse anymore. Every excruciating detail, from the feeling of stinging wounds to the sight of lifeless corpses, was very, very real.

Your head hurt, your vision was blurry, it almost felt like you were still in that abandoned house, bleeding to death, choking on smoke.

You stood up, legs shaky, as your body marched forward. Towards the light ahead.

There didn't seem to be any danger around at least, you must've woken up during the later stages of The Rain. You couldn't be all too optimistic about the positives though, you couldn't be too optimistic at all right now.

Everything was truly gone. All you've been working towards; all you've ever held dear to your heart.

All blown away, like ash on the wind.

Seeing that your family and friends were no more than bloody stains on the church floor obviously left you shaken, the fact it was revealed in a dream of all things didn't make it any better.

While a small, innocent, part of you hid behind the crumbling fact that the dream could've been false, your track record of visions being true, and the monologue of The Echo before you lost consciousness was undeniable evidence of your hometown's destruction.

Many questions flooded your mind, your brain was experiencing such a large amount of sensory overload, nothing seemed right.

How did this even happen?

Why did they have to come and ruin everything?

Were your hands always this red?

Why did you survive?

...

Why... did you survive?

How come, out of everyone in your village, you lived?

In a world where death is nothing but an inconvenience, how come you were spared from eternal rest?

That just wasn't fair, right?

You should have fucking died in that house, like everyone els-

Wait, no. Get a grip, you are not doing this right now.