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Published: 2023-11-02 02:41:04 +0000 UTC; Views: 868; Favourites: 17; Downloads: 0
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FUCK IT WE BALL,, this was kinda inspired by the divorce selfie meme vaguely
its warlock time!!
Word Count: 936
CONTENT WARNINGS: Brief violence and mentions of wounds, blood mention, and distress.
Today…
Today was… rather strange.
It– no. Everything– felt off.
She had awoken earlier to an utterly disturbing cacophony of clicks and ticks, akin to a clock. The mere sound of it setted them off. A piercing wave of anxiety flared within her chest. It hurt, immensely.
They had no recollections of prior. All she knew was that something was watching her, and it demanded atonement for something. Something that has been long since forgotten.
A past, a history of some kind. Tales of a being’s beginning and ending. But there was no story to be told. The book is burnt, torn, and weathered beyond hopes of decryption.
She couldn’t even get a single answer in, because they didn’t have any. She had only tattered shreds of memory of such a thing within possession.
The unnatural and spindly creature composed of void beckoned her to answer. It's glimmering mane of wilted petals framed the daunting elongated thorns of the figure.
Thorn.
Rosea couldn’t recount anything before the encounter that happened upon her arrival.
It lashed out at Rosea with searing rage accompanied by the cacophony of ticking, "ATTEMPTS TO OUTRUN OUR PAST IS FUTILE, ROSEA!" It struck her, only merely grazing her and missed her phylakardia. But it still left a wound.
But all she could do was run.
What a rough start to a new life, huh?
Rosea woke up to the last shreds of the sunset peering through the window, casting its light upon the bed they were settled in. The faint humming of fluorescent lights.
She noticed a glint of sunlight reflected upon the inky magenta surface of her phylakardia, obscured by the stained bandages on her torso.
She could hear muffled voices outside the room, only able to pick out a few words from the conversation.
"Traveler." "Wounded."
She eventually found it, inside her bag that was slumped against the bedside table.
Rosea clutched the shredded remains of a defunct vessel she found shortly after the encounter, gently examining the torn fabric of the light blue bow around its neck. There was a name carefully embroidered that she could barely make out amongst the tears.
Mr. Blubs.
This moment… felt familiar. It brought comfort, but a sense of companionship was missing. She could probably find a way to fix it.
Rosea hugged the broken vessel close to her as they settled into the cozy bed. Confusion seeped through her thoughts, yet she was too exhausted to debate with herself about them. The heavy weight of exhaustion drew her eyelids close as she slipped into the comforts of sleep.
As the sun finally settled as well, Rosea drifted away to a deep slumber. The world went dark, lights out.
Her dreams gave way to a deep, infinite void. The air, if there was even any, was cold and stale like a winter afternoon. The silence was dreadful, only the faintest of whispers could be heard.
She was plunged into a ferocious darkness that spanned for eons, farther than anything she has ever seen with their own eyes. She descended deeper, and deeper into the abyss.
Their fall came to a halt. She was suspended in the mysterious shadows all around her. This would've shaken her to their core, if it weren't for the familiarity of this place. She has been here before, rather recently in fact.
She wasn’t alone. Thorn lingered near, rattling their spines with discontent.
A blinding beacon of purple cut through the shadows, the shine engulfed the void with light. Flecks of dust glimmered as they passed through the light. Rosea gazed up to see the source of lumination, a bright diamond like eye surrounded by horrific swaths of tentacles that faded into the darkness, observing both onlookers.
The visitor and traveler eventually grounded, settling into the claws of the grand observer of this void.
“RADIANT AND BLOOMING ROSE, YOU HAVE RETURNED SOONER THAN EXPECTED,” the mysterious being announced, making their presence known.
Rosea took a moment to process what was happening, so many thoughts and questions swirled in her mind amongst the chaos and confusion. “I.. know where I am, and who you are,” they spoke softly, “But I don’t think I know much about well, me.”
“HOW PECULIAR. I HAVE SEEN EVERY TRIAL YOU HAVE FACED, YET YOU REMEMBER NONE,” it wondered with vague curiosity, “YOU’VE ONLY JUST BEGUN YOUR STORY IT SEEMS.”
“Trials…?” Rosea inquired, unsure of what the deep one ment. Perhaps they ment her past, maybe they could give her answers.
“THE MANY CHAPTERS OF YOUR PAST, EACH MARKED WITH HORRORS YET HOPE.” It began, “MANY MORE AWAIT YOU. ARE YOU READY TO CLAIM WHAT THE ABYSS FAILED TO SURRENDER WILLINGLY?”
She stared directly into the light radiating from the Shade, speaking with utmost certainty, “Yes! I would like to search for what has been lost, I'd do anything to learn more about.. who I am.”
“WHAT YOU SEEK IS UPON A TREACHEROUS PATH,” the Shade bellowed, it’s voice echoing through the abyss, “BURIED UNDER THE THICKET OF THE SHARPEST OF BRAMBLES.”
“Wooooooow, that's so funny,” Thorn mocked, finally saying something, “Sharp brambles, like thorns.”
“SILENCE THORN, YOU ARE WASTING PRECIOUS TIME,” the Shade flinged the visitor towards the edge of the void, it rattled with rage as it drifted away.
Rosea simply chuckled at her visitor’s antics, it definitely deserved that after all.
“THIS IS SIMPLY THE BEGINNING TO A NEW CHAPTER OF YOUR STORY ROSEA.”
The void consumed her, dragging her from its depths into the realm of the awake. She awoke to the light of dawn.
And the sight of black ichor.
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