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Smells_Like_Music
Ongoing, First published Nov 10, 2018
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Dean began to speak, his deep and formidable voice echoing everywhere in the black and vacant void that surrounded Hazel. It was almost as if he was taunting her.

"I know what you seek Hazel, what you want."

"Get out of my head!" She bellowed into the darkness.

"You and I aren't so divergent."

"I'm nothing like you!"

"You want answers, don't you, Hazel?" He said calmly, appearing out of thin air from behind her. Hazel said nothing, turning to meet his green eyes with a piqued glare. Dean pulled out a pocketwatch with a small, multicolored crystal engraved into its center:

The Oblivion crystal.

"It holds answers. Answers to all those queries buzzing about in your head. Questions like: How many sacrifices more until I'm satisfied?" He spoke, taking a step closer. "How much longer until your precious world is no longer under threat, and simplicity and life is restored?"

A step closer.

"How much... unlimited power, does this here stone possess?"

He took another step closer, him and Hazel now only a mere, few feet apart. Dean stuck out his hand, offering her the pocketwatch.

"...How can I trust you after all that you put me through?" She finally spoke.

"You want answers. Do you not, Hazel?" He asked, looking at her. She stared at the watch uneasily, the crystal embedded into it sparkling like a sweet, yet dangerous fire.

"...Y-Yes." She admitted.

"Then take it." Dean replied. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Her demeanor changed into one of curiosity and idiosyncrasy.

"No tricks?" Hazel questioned.

"No tricks." His words seemed... sincere.

Hazel hesitantly reached for the watch with a shaky hand. As her skin met the cool facets of the glimmering stone crystal, she was blinded by a sheer white light, and her world faded away.

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