Clairobscur Stories

The people of Lumière, suffering the consequences of a cataclysm, are bound to a horrible fate. But there is hope, as a new expedition sets sail, determined to end the cycle of torment, caused by an entity known as the Paintress...this is the story...of the Expedition 33 I love this game, and I haven't really seen any stories about it here...so here's one ABSOLUTELY LOVED the game and it's music (play it if you haven't, it's a masterpiece) Got the idea, decided to develop it and see how it goes. So...I hope you enjoy

Today was Louis' Gommage Day. In Lumière, everyone knew what it meant. It was a chilling, inescapable rhythm that pulsed through the city, marking time not by seasons or holidays, but by disappearances. The thrum of anxiety that accompanied each passing year intensified as you approached your last birthday, a morbid countdown to an inevitable vanishing act. Every person, without exception, simply ceased to be. Harry had lived his entire life in the shadow of this reality. He'd seen it countless times: friends, neighbours, even his own parents - all gone, swallowed by the insatiable whim of The Paintress. She was an enigmatic, terrifying entity, an omnipresent dread perched on her distant island. She was always dormant, a silent, ominous sentinel. But then, on the dreaded Gommage Day, she would rise, brush in hand, to paint the fateful number, a countdown that had started at 100 and was now at 33, erasing another life from existence. Gommage Day. The very name was a curse whispered on the wind, a day universally loathed above all others. It was the day you turned thirty-three. The day you disappeared. And for Louis, today was that day.

You became friend with the expeditionner Sciel only two day before the gommage. Well... Friend is a big word but you could say you became aware of each other only two day before the gommage. The continent is deadly, you might die, cry or fall in love. A clair obscur fanfiction 'idk if it class into fanfiction but oh well'

Staying and growing old was not a gift; it was not what he desired, but she forced it upon him. That first performance felt like his soul had been dragged through an endless void, yet apparently, he was to revel in entertaining. However, the same wound that created the grief which tainted the Dessendres' minds might have also given birth to his salvation. Voile de deuil - Mourning veil Slight Verso x OC (But not really)

What if Verso saved Gustave. In Stone Wave Cliff a familiar sound is heard. The sound of a cane hitting the ground. Someone is supposed to die tonight. A clair obscur e33 fanfiction !!! SPOILERS please finish act 1 better act 2 and Its incredibly perfect if you finished the game. dont come at me if I spoiled you i warned you ;D I know the picture is really ulgy ill change it one day french is my first language not english please be kind to the grammar

A take on a third ending of Clair Obscur: Expedition 33. Just a small love letter from me to the beautifully crafted world of Clair Obscur.