Food Fantasy - One Shots

B-52: Sacrifice. ⚙️

Spoiler alert for Food Fantasy 3.0– New World!

Read at your own risk.

Some information might be inaccurate, but I tried my best to put my own twist into the PV I watched... and it was kinda difficult to translate the video, so I just went with whatever I had!

Enjoy.
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"B-52! Where are you?"

My heart raced as I desperately rummaged through the rubble, hoping to find a sign of my Food Soul.

It stopped when I found his entire left arm, detached from his body. He himself was nowhere to be found.

With trembling fingers, I reached for the limb and touched it, my hand jerking back as tears clouded my vision. My stomach lurched. The surrounding area was stained with a shocking amount of blood, and I began to hyperventilate.

He... cannot be gone... 

"Bifty..." I cupped my hand over my mouth as I clutched my stomach, tears streaming down my face. I refuse to believe it, but the dread of the reality began to climb into my bones like a murky mud, despair making my blood run cold.

Then the world around me suddenly explodes, but having already given up all hope, I only close my eyes. I lose consciousness and willingly hand myself over to the dark that was constantly eating at me, my own soul, until—

"M-Master Attendant... Don't... Give up..."

"Please... Wake... Up..."

My eyes shot open, a horrible mistake as the light blinded my vision. Squinting, they adjusted to reveal a relieved, familiar face— but battered, torn, bloodied, and a set of heterochromatic eyes glancing down to meet mine.

Their lips quivered, but curved up into a weak smile. Then they moved.

I couldn't hear anything except the dim ringing in my ears, and I only stare at them confused. But tears came to me again, and I only manage to wrap my arms around them, pulling their fragile form down onto me.

"...."

I feel the metal of his robotic fingers intertwined with mine, and that's only when I noticed the blood matted on his snowy hair. Overcome with grief, the waterworks begin again.

Very faintly, I hear another explosion from afar, and B-52 whipped his head around. His face stern, he glanced down at me with a worrisome expression... with a twinge of melancholy in his eyes.

"...go."

My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "What?"

I struggled to read his lips as he responded, but I only shook my head.

"...Attendant..." he pointed to the portal a few meters away from the both of us, and looked down at me and nodded.

Realizing what this meant, I immediately shook my head and latched back onto him. "No. No. I'm not leaving you here alone to die." I glanced back up at him, but he was glaring at the approaching enemy with a determined expression. The black mist that carried the enemy was at the horizon. He picked up his mechanical wand, and I grabbed his hand.

"You can't. You can't take them down by yourself! B-52, please—" I begged him, stealing a glance at the stub that was once his right arm. My heart skipped a beat when he stood one last time, his hand slipping away, and his torn wings spread, ready to take flight into the final battle. With a final stolen glance, he takes off into the sky.

"Even so... I will protect you until the very end. If it means that you'll even have a chance to live and survive, I'll bet my life for it.

...I'm sorry."

The world begins to crumble as B-52 lunged into the enemy headfirst and disappears into the black mist. Chaos was ensuing as the surrounding mountains began to collapse, the ground tearing apart as enormous boulders rolled down the hill at top speed into the abyss.

So many have died for me. So many efforts made to save my life that costed so many others.

I won't let your deaths be in vain...!

Pulling myself to my feet, I staggered a few steps before realizing the gash on the thigh. I winced, crying out as I stumbled again, cracks appearing beneath my boots. It was right there—

The cracks branched out and tore open the soil beside me, and still I continued, not noticing the gleam in my pocket. With one final push, I leaned into the portal and I shut my eyes tightly, right before the world of the Fallen collapsed into an endless space.

But right before I did, I caught a glimpse of a silhouette holding out a hand to me.

Tierra.

I'm home.