Morality & Mortality (Artificer x Reader)

ACT 3

[[CREDIT TO CASSIE WEI, YAMATO KASAI, SATOSHI TONEDA AND AKIHIRO SHIBA]]

(Holy shit, a Project Moon fan that likes Mili music that Isn't from Limbus or LOR? Blasphemy)

It's not surprising that this segment has taken me a while, this story is a hobby, not my job, after all.

Many have come and gone, however, if you've managed to stick with this stupid little story I've created until up to this point, it means I'm doing something right at least.

Thanks for reading.

It means so much to me, so much so I can't properly articulate it in word form.

I would say it's like, 50 blue whales huge, but that's only scratching the surface for my gratitude. 

Anyway, have fun in the Metropolis :)

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FIELD NOTES:

PROPERTY OF Anyone but Artificer

CYCLE 13

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I never expected I would go through any of this. 

My home, those voices, Arti. 

A part of me still wants to go back to the golden land where the sun shone, and the waves of popcorn plants that greeted me every morning.

But I think it's best to try let go.

I don't know if Artificer knows how thankful I am towards her, I know that in the moment, I had despised her for taking away the one choice I had ever made for myself, and that I hated her even more so for trying to fight back against my nihilistic worldview.

But looking back at myself, it wasn't healthy.

I can make decisions for myself now, and I can think for myself now as well.

And I've decided want to make the world a better place.

No matter how stupid, idiotic or straight up impossible that sentence feels.

I want to try.

And I want to start with the woman who saved me.

Artificer, I know you'll never read this, but putting my feelings on paper is a lot better than keeping them suppressed. 

I don't know what it is that makes my heart beat faster around you,

Or why my face burns as hot as the scorching fires that ravaged my home.

Or why I always accept your many invitations to cuddle.

And I don't think I ever will. 

I will continue to jot down my many findings here next Cycle. I'll be stuck down here from now on, I may as well try accept it and write about the things that roam this strange world.

However, my arm is beginning to ache, my eyelids grow heavy, and Artificer is crushing my torso with the force she's hugging me with.

So I'll end this entry here.

Signed...

[This segment of the page is covered in ink]

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Trivia:

1: 'Dies Irae Dies Illa' translates to 'Day of Wrath, That Day' in Latin.

2: 'Kyrie Eleison', which appears as chanting for some of the music tracks this ACT, translates to 'Lord, Have Mercy'. Take that as you will.

3: Your character's healing factor activates when they are under a sizeable amount of mental strain or, at the brink of death. The nature of these regenerative is fickle, as if something else is controlling your abilities behind the scenes.

4: I doubt anyone remembers this but, I try and make the music choices incorporate instruments that I think the characters would represent. 

Artificer's instrument would be the strings, violin, viola, cello ect. She's also the eletric guitar as well, especially if she's in combat, or feeling a tad bit miffed.

Your character's instrument would be the piano, pipe organ and bells, while scavengers would be drums.

Also, electronic instruments, such as synths, represents danger, since in the actual game, most danger tracks are purely electronic music.