Basic info: Brightjora (Now nicknamed Bee!) is a hivemind trapped in a mask. It's made up of hundreds (maybe thousands) of people.
It was trapped in Termina for a very, very long time until Brightdow (now nicknamed Ribbon) came along.
Ribbon and Bee Share a body! They had a falling out for a while, and Ribbon got himself caught up in getting tortured by an 8 year old bird child while Bee was gone. Now Bee is back and being tortured is not very fun. (At least Ribbon is shielding it from the worst of it.)
Timeline part 1 beneath the cut!
PART 2 HERE
Ongoing Chains:
Consensual Cannibalism
Stuck in Termina. (Before Lore)
First Post, It's Coming, Scared ig, banter between a diety and a mask ig, Get mooned, Fierce Dadity, Guest in Termina ig, Tree incoming or something, Bro's first friend ever ig, Bee's movements, Helping name Ratador, Capatalist Ravio tries to sell a mannequin. It never actually happens LMAO
The Lore Starts!
Brightjora is a Hivemind!!
Brightjora meets Brightdow (And they vibe in Termina together!)
Legend figures out where Brightdow is
Brightjora asks for a Favor from Brightdow
Mental preparation
Ribbon Regains Control!
The first stab.
Anon tries again (but fails)
Missing: Anon Hits where it hurts most (Brightdow's blog.)
Unconscious.
It wakes up all alone.
Brightdow Leaves Home
Lost
Pain
A Talk
The Incident (not Brightjora, but super important.)
Split (and Lost)
Rejoin
The Truth
We should Ask!Asking
No More Autonomy!
Brightdow makes up his mind
No need for therapy!!!!
Brightjora talks to Blue (about therapy!!)
Nickname receive!!
Context: Legend gives the cuff back to Ribbon
Control goes to Brightjora
Tulin's Death
They learn about Tulin's death
These two get DRUNK out of their MINDS
Ghosty finds out these two are drunk
Ghosty finds these two
Hangover and hangout :D
A Bad Feeling
Going back to Termina, testing separation, testing half and half control
Bad Feeling
Fos'olothres
Fae Arrives
First mortal interaction LOL
Ravio
Legend
Tulin
Traveler
Ghosty
Fairy (Wholesome 100)
Birdie
Cucco
Sae leads Ghosty Towards a Dark Path (whoopsies my bad)
Prying Anon
Fae gets stabbed
It creates a Plan (and Ghosty shows up)
Sky's confrontation
Goodbye to FairyDeparture
Dungeon Part 2
Return
Try to stay positive!!
Safe? Ha. If only.
Tulin being wholesome
Mounting anger
Bee recruits help
Ghosty helps them escape
Mental Argument (occurs between the section with Ghosty)
Separation
Separation.
Lonely. (pantoum!!!!)
Depressed Boi
Legend gives Bee an idea
Said idea:
TWO depressed bois
Finding a replacement.
Shadow heads to Termina
Shadow learns not to trust masksVio Tries to helpLegend tries to helpBee returns to Ribbon!!!
[You don’t know how long it’s been. Hours, maybe a day by now.]
[Since then, though, it’s been endless torment. Over and over and over again, it doesn’t stop. It never ceases. You’re exhausted, though it’s not only you that feels this core-deep pain and tiredness. You get the sense of someone who’s given up, and another who hasn’t even been given the chance to understand what’s happening. It feels broken, everything does. It hurts to move, but not only hurt, something else as well.]
[At least, at the very least, it seems this is the closest you’ve come to a break right now. Even still, ]
[theres something inside you.]
-@shadow-but-bright
[Ae just wants this to stop. Ae's barely even sure what's been happening. What is... Any of this? ...this is the most ae has been able to feel from the others ae now knows is there.]
[and ae feels too much still. Even with this break, it's all significantly more than ae has ever had to endure before. Ae just wants to know.... To understand...]
[Theres a person sitting in a dark corner. They’ve been simply just… Watching, whats been happening. Smoke fills the room from the cigarette in between their fingers, held up towards their mouth. This isn’t their first one, it notes, and you vaguely get the feeling it’s right.]
[The watching stranger doesn’t say anything. Simply just stares. And takes another drag of that cigarette. He doesn’t like this stranger, and you can feel dull desperation and hatred fester under your skin.]
[Theres a sudden flare of emotion that you can feel, though you’re not exactly sure who’s feeling it anymore. Disgust, pain, all of it. A mild sense of mania.]
[He regrets letting the stranger force him into shapeshifting. Being tortured normally would be better than this. He could have avoided all of this!]
[…]
[The emotion once again dies down into something resigned.]
[Ae doesn't move further, in fear of making the feelings worse again.]
I abhor this feeling a great deal more than... Pain.
[Ae whines quietly. Ae almost hates this slowed pace more. Aer left here to marinate in feelings ae doesn't enjoy. Something tells aer that this is supposed to be better than pain.]
[That is, until the door creaks open. Briefly, you hear voices in the other room, before the door closes again.]
[Now, theres someone else here with you. You… recognize this man, he does too. Though not from the same place you do. Sure, you’ve seen him, but only when he’s on top of you, or having you chained to the bed frame. But he remembers just barely leaving this man alive, and really, he should have killed him when he had the chance. Theres a spike of fear and dread that you can feel at the sight of the stranger.]
“Alright, breaks over!! Let’s get started right back up, ‘kay? Cant let a little beauty like you go to waste, not ever. Would be a shame, wouldn’t it be?” [He looks back at the person sitting in the corner, who just silently nods.] “Jus’ what I thought! Gunna wait for a second for the guys to finish their cigs, then we can get back to using ya up. Sounds good, yeah?” [The man plops onto the bed right next to you, leaning on you. He doesn’t have a shirt on. Neither do you. Disgust, disgust, disgust.]
[Ae tries to lean back. To get away. Stop it. Stop it. Don't touch aer- don't do it.]
Nay....
[Not even the smoke in the room makes it as hard to breathe as having this man so close does. Stop it stop it stop it... Go away. Please...]
...I beseech thee to cease this torment...
[Ae can't make aer voice sound any bigger than this. Than like a small, terrified child. Ae wants to scare him away. But ae can't do that. The fear is too overwhelming.]
[The stranger stares right at you, his sly smile slowly falling into a look that screams danger. And all of the sudden, theres a hand around your throat, and your head is being pushed into the pillows. They’re not even comfortable; the pressure around your throat hurts, too. Eventually, he manages to crawl over you and straddle your hips.]
[It would probably be less uncomfortable if you weren’t the size of a small child.] “…Why’re ya talkin’ like that all the sudden? You got a devil in ya? Mmm…” [Just as slowly as it fell, his smile returns. He leans down, close to your face. You feel a spike of panic in the back of your mind, you can’t tell from who.] “Bet I could fuck it right outta ya. Fix ya with my dick. Whatdda say to that, devil?”
[The grip around your throat doesn’t allow you to even answer the question. It looks like he knows that, too.]
[Ae instinctively strains against the chains, and chokes out a sob. The chains clink against each other as ae desperately thrashes. Ae can't cry out and beg for help. Thrashing isn't even helping. It just presses the man's hand further into aer throat.]
[Ae knows what's about to happen.... Well, not really. All ae knows is that it's miserable. Every second has been pure, intense misery. And ae knows there will be more of that. Misery, pain, something horrible.]
[Maybe it's best that ae doesn't know what's happening. Maybe it's best that ae is immortal. Maybe it's best that ae will live long enough to forget this.]
[Ae just wants this to be over.]
[Maybe it's bad that ae is immortal. Maybe this will never be over. Maybe ae will be trapped here forever and feel the same feelings. Every day. For the rest of time.]
[Ae's not a devil. Ae's a god. But... Maybe ae is a devil. Maybe ae's the reason they're chained up right now, forced against the bed, and about to suffer again. Maybe ae really isn't a god. Maybe ae's been a devil this whole time.]
[Tears aren't a comfort anymore. Nothing will save aer from this hell.]
[You don’t know how long it’s been. Hours, maybe a day by now.]
[Since then, though, it’s been endless torment. Over and over and over again, it doesn’t stop. It never ceases. You’re exhausted, though it’s not only you that feels this core-deep pain and tiredness. You get the sense of someone who’s given up, and another who hasn’t even been given the chance to understand what’s happening. It feels broken, everything does. It hurts to move, but not only hurt, something else as well.]
[At least, at the very least, it seems this is the closest you’ve come to a break right now. Even still, ]
[theres something inside you.]
-@shadow-but-bright
[Ae just wants this to stop. Ae's barely even sure what's been happening. What is... Any of this? ...this is the most ae has been able to feel from the others ae now knows is there.]
[and ae feels too much still. Even with this break, it's all significantly more than ae has ever had to endure before. Ae just wants to know.... To understand...]
[Theres a person sitting in a dark corner. They’ve been simply just… Watching, whats been happening. Smoke fills the room from the cigarette in between their fingers, held up towards their mouth. This isn’t their first one, it notes, and you vaguely get the feeling it’s right.]
[The watching stranger doesn’t say anything. Simply just stares. And takes another drag of that cigarette. He doesn’t like this stranger, and you can feel dull desperation and hatred fester under your skin.]
[Theres a sudden flare of emotion that you can feel, though you’re not exactly sure who’s feeling it anymore. Disgust, pain, all of it. A mild sense of mania.]
[He regrets letting the stranger force him into shapeshifting. Being tortured normally would be better than this. He could have avoided all of this!]
[…]
[The emotion once again dies down into something resigned.]
[Ae doesn't move further, in fear of making the feelings worse again.]
I abhor this feeling a great deal more than... Pain.
[Ae whines quietly. Ae almost hates this slowed pace more. Aer left here to marinate in feelings ae doesn't enjoy. Something tells aer that this is supposed to be better than pain.]
[That is, until the door creaks open. Briefly, you hear voices in the other room, before the door closes again.]
[Now, theres someone else here with you. You… recognize this man, he does too. Though not from the same place you do. Sure, you’ve seen him, but only when he’s on top of you, or having you chained to the bed frame. But he remembers just barely leaving this man alive, and really, he should have killed him when he had the chance. Theres a spike of fear and dread that you can feel at the sight of the stranger.]
“Alright, breaks over!! Let’s get started right back up, ‘kay? Cant let a little beauty like you go to waste, not ever. Would be a shame, wouldn’t it be?” [He looks back at the person sitting in the corner, who just silently nods.] “Jus’ what I thought! Gunna wait for a second for the guys to finish their cigs, then we can get back to using ya up. Sounds good, yeah?” [The man plops onto the bed right next to you, leaning on you. He doesn’t have a shirt on. Neither do you. Disgust, disgust, disgust.]
[Ae tries to lean back. To get away. Stop it. Stop it. Don't touch aer- don't do it.]
Nay....
[Not even the smoke in the room makes it as hard to breathe as having this man so close does. Stop it stop it stop it... Go away. Please...]
...I beseech thee to cease this torment...
[Ae can't make aer voice sound any bigger than this. Than like a small, terrified child. Ae wants to scare him away. But ae can't do that. The fear is too overwhelming.]
[You don’t know how long it’s been. Hours, maybe a day by now.]
[Since then, though, it’s been endless torment. Over and over and over again, it doesn’t stop. It never ceases. You’re exhausted, though it’s not only you that feels this core-deep pain and tiredness. You get the sense of someone who’s given up, and another who hasn’t even been given the chance to understand what’s happening. It feels broken, everything does. It hurts to move, but not only hurt, something else as well.]
[At least, at the very least, it seems this is the closest you’ve come to a break right now. Even still, ]
[theres something inside you.]
-@shadow-but-bright
[Ae just wants this to stop. Ae's barely even sure what's been happening. What is... Any of this? ...this is the most ae has been able to feel from the others ae now knows is there.]
[and ae feels too much still. Even with this break, it's all significantly more than ae has ever had to endure before. Ae just wants to know.... To understand...]
[Theres a person sitting in a dark corner. They’ve been simply just… Watching, whats been happening. Smoke fills the room from the cigarette in between their fingers, held up towards their mouth. This isn’t their first one, it notes, and you vaguely get the feeling it’s right.]
[The watching stranger doesn’t say anything. Simply just stares. And takes another drag of that cigarette. He doesn’t like this stranger, and you can feel dull desperation and hatred fester under your skin.]
[Theres a sudden flare of emotion that you can feel, though you’re not exactly sure who’s feeling it anymore. Disgust, pain, all of it. A mild sense of mania.]
[He regrets letting the stranger force him into shapeshifting. Being tortured normally would be better than this. He could have avoided all of this!]
[…]
[The emotion once again dies down into something resigned.]
[Ae doesn't move further, in fear of making the feelings worse again.]
I abhor this feeling a great deal more than... Pain.
[Ae whines quietly. Ae almost hates this slowed pace more. Aer left here to marinate in feelings ae doesn't enjoy. Something tells aer that this is supposed to be better than pain.]
[You don’t know how long it’s been. Hours, maybe a day by now.]
[Since then, though, it’s been endless torment. Over and over and over again, it doesn’t stop. It never ceases. You’re exhausted, though it’s not only you that feels this core-deep pain and tiredness. You get the sense of someone who’s given up, and another who hasn’t even been given the chance to understand what’s happening. It feels broken, everything does. It hurts to move, but not only hurt, something else as well.]
[At least, at the very least, it seems this is the closest you’ve come to a break right now. Even still, ]
[theres something inside you.]
-@shadow-but-bright
[Ae just wants this to stop. Ae's barely even sure what's been happening. What is... Any of this? ...this is the most ae has been able to feel from the others ae now knows is there.]
[and ae feels too much still. Even with this break, it's all significantly more than ae has ever had to endure before. Ae just wants to know.... To understand...]
[Theres a person sitting in a dark corner. They’ve been simply just… Watching, whats been happening. Smoke fills the room from the cigarette in between their fingers, held up towards their mouth. This isn’t their first one, it notes, and you vaguely get the feeling it’s right.]
[The watching stranger doesn’t say anything. Simply just stares. And takes another drag of that cigarette. He doesn’t like this stranger, and you can feel dull desperation and hatred fester under your skin.]
[You don’t know how long it’s been. Hours, maybe a day by now.]
[Since then, though, it’s been endless torment. Over and over and over again, it doesn’t stop. It never ceases. You’re exhausted, though it’s not only you that feels this core-deep pain and tiredness. You get the sense of someone who’s given up, and another who hasn’t even been given the chance to understand what’s happening. It feels broken, everything does. It hurts to move, but not only hurt, something else as well.]
[At least, at the very least, it seems this is the closest you’ve come to a break right now. Even still, ]
[theres something inside you.]
-@shadow-but-bright
[Ae just wants this to stop. Ae's barely even sure what's been happening. What is... Any of this? ...this is the most ae has been able to feel from the others ae now knows is there.]
[and ae feels too much still. Even with this break, it's all significantly more than ae has ever had to endure before. Ae just wants to know.... To understand...]
[It’s… Rather grotesque, the way you have to be fed now. Theres hands in your guts, and your stomach feels uncomfortably full with surprisingly high quality foods and water to make sure you don’t die.]
[…He doesn’t like the fact that he got so blinded by whatever that was that he almost killed you, but he’ll ignore it. It’s not like you actually died, so it doesn’t matter. He’s fine, you’re fine, even if it was… Zomi… who got you down.]
[Fucking Zomi.]
[Your torso is closed with a bit too much force, but none of you cracks, so it’s probably fine. He glares at nothing in particular. Or maybe everything. It’s hard for you to tell.]
-Ribbon(@shadow-but-bright)
[It doesn't feel weird anymore. That's good, it can go back to being a good doll. .... It's not supposed to need to eat or drink, but it can't control that. It thinks it was on the verge of death, earlier.]
[At least now, it feels like it can move again. ..Even if it's not supposed to.]
[Your hands in its organs didn't feel as nice that time. You had to force food into its stomach, and it really didn't enjoy that.]
[After a few seconds of his glares getting more intense, he scoffs, and then looks back at you. He tosses you the clothes he stripped you of to get access to the panel in your torso.] Put these on. You can do it yourself, can’t you? [He sounds… Pissed.]
[This time, he’s glaring directly at you. He’s not quite sure if he’s angry at you or Zomi more, to be honest. Or why he’s even angry at you at all. You didn’t really… Do anything. Whatever! If you stare back at him, you could see a slight pink glaze over his eyes for only a second.] ….Do you feel any better, at least?
[It puts on the clothes you gave it, just as you asked it to. It doesn't really pay any mind to the clothes you gave it. It shouldn't matter, anyways.]
[It nods when you ask if it feels better. It no longer feels like it's about to pass out just from looking around! Which is good.]
[It hates that it gets hungry. It's not supposed to do that.]
…Good. I guess… You know you— [He cuts off to take a rough breath, only for his glaring to focus solely on you.] If you ever try to die again for whatever fucking reason, you’re going to wish you had succeeded this time around, okay? If I ever have to bury at your corpse—
[He chokes.]
At least be damn glad I care enough that I would. Being buried is a luxury for you or I… [With a scoff, he turns, and summons his crutches. He spends a few seconds struggling to push himself up, and then adjusting to being upright like this for the first time in a while. It hurts more than he’s used to, but he manages with most of his weight supported by his crutches. He glares halfheartedly one last time back at you before turning fully away from you and starting to slowly walk away.]
[It watches you leave and waits. Just as you asked. It sits in that same position and waits.]
[And waits.]
[And waits.]
[And wai- oh hey, there's something in the grass.]
[It may be a doll, but it wants to know what that is. You're nowhere in sight, so it's fine. It reaches over, and grabs at what seems to be a sketchbook.]
[Despite its better judgement, it starts flipping through the pages.]
[With him gone, theres no one around to judge you for looking through someones’ sketchpad like this. As you flip through the early pages, you mostly see several clothing designs of various types, and as you get further you start to see a reoccurring familiar character wearing some of said designs. You think you’ve seen its face as a mask before, at some point.]
[Further still, the drawings of clothes seem to get less frequent. Occasionally you see writing in a language you can’t understand, in two different handwriting styles, and you see the same difference in artstyle in some of the drawings as well, like two different people have been using it.]
[Finally you get to the most recent one. It’s… Of you. And him. It was clearly sketched by Ribbon.]
[You’re both smiling, and wearing fancy looking suits. He doesn’t have his crutches. You don’t look like a life-sized doll.]
[…It looks like how you’d imagine a wedding photo to be, really. A picture perfect wedding photo.]
[While the other pages were interesting, it doesn't really care for them. Until it reaches that last page. It freezes completely and stares at its doodled self getting married to its doodled love. It takes in every little detail.]
[It loves the way you draw it. There's so much care in the details, the outfits, the decor. This looks like the picture perfect wedding.]
[Does this mean you want this too? Do you also want to live with it for as long as it lives together? It hopes so. It loves you.]
[It sets the sketchbook down, despite desperately wanting to continue staring at that art for hours.]
[As least it knows what to think about now as it waits for your return.]
[Meanwhile, he hasn’t really gotten all that far, and he’s already out of breath. His crutches really just aren’t enough to get him places in his physical form anymore.]
[Oh well. It’s not like he cares at all. Who needs to walk when he has cool and awesome ‘being less than a person’ powers, such as Becoming Floating Liquid. His favorite! Still, though. He wishes he could find the same joy that he did however long ago in nature walks. He used to love getting lost in the forests, he’s pretty sure.]
[…Isn’t that how he originally found Bee?]
[…]
[…Whatever, it doesn’t matter.]
[He trudges along through the pain his body constantly is in, not caring to find a place to rest. He really just wants to keep moving right now. So he will, and it’ll be fine, eventually.]
[The first thing ae comes to notice is that weird, bad feeling ae doesn't enjoy. It's bad right now! It fills aer with the desire to disappear once more. That is what ae surely does! Ae is under the impression that time passes between the moment ae disappears and next wakes up. Ae truly doesn't understand why.]
[The next thing ae comes to notice... Is that aer body is moving. ....huh? Ae's walking? But ae isn't walking! Moving causes the weird bad feeling that ae greatly hates! Why... Why is ae moving?]
[Ae immediately tries to stop. Ae shouldn't be moving at all!]
[Some kind of strange feeling wracks his body, and he nearly stumbles. It makes the pain flare up worse than it should. Though— He does recognize this feeling. The slightly more crowded sensation in his mind that he probably just makes up as a metaphor, the feeling that he doesn’t exactly have as much say as he did before on what his body is doing.]
[He sighs aggressively.] Zomi, if thats you, I swear to fuck… [Its barely a mutter, but you can hear it clear as day. At least he’s stopped moving.]
[Bad bad bad!! Bad feeling! Ae thinks ae remembers being told the feeling was "hurt." Ae had heard mortals discuss hurting and pain, but ae never felt it for aerself. Now that ae feels it constantly, ae just wants the pain to stop!!]
[...there is somebody speaking to aer?? Zomi? Ae has never heard of somebody of that calibur.]
[Wow, his voice just did a weird accent and shifted in a completely different way than Zomi’s voice does. Huh.]
[….Who the fuck is in his body then? And why do you feel… Familiar? Painfully so. Something in his core hurts in a different way than usual. The feeling is so faint, and yet—]
[Instead of thinking about it, he growls minutely and starts walking again.] Stars, why do you sound like you were created before the planet we’re standing on was? Who the fuck even are you? How did you get here? You know what, shut up, go away, I don’t feel like dealing with this right now. I’m busy.
[Ow!! No! The bad, horrible feeling is getting worse once more!]
I beseech thee to halt thy movement! Thou wrench-eth deep rooted feelings I am not particularly fond of!
[Is ae... Talking to aerself? Ae heard the same voice, yet very different, respond to aer. The only logical leap here is that ae is sharing the body with another. Ae's not sure why ae never realized this before, but the disappearing makes a bit more sense now.]
I shall not cease my words, thou bobolyne. For, in sooth, I am left with naught a way homeward!
[He takes a very long moment to put together what in the ever loving fuck you just said, and debates if responding to the stranger inhabiting his body is worth it. Maybe it is, and maybe if he yells at you enough you’ll leave! Anyway, though—] Are you talking about the pain?? Just deal with it! It’s not even that bad right now. We can actually walk for once. We are moving forward with our fucked up legs, and if you try to stop me from continuing, I will kill both myself and everyone else that lives in this broken vessel! And don’t call me shit I don’t understand! Asshole move! You’re ruining my fucking nature walk….
Wherefore doth thou insist I suffer through unnecessary, unpleasant sensations?! Perhaps thou must be made aware of my godly status.
[Ae just doesn't want to move anymore. Ae knows that moving means pain, and ae hates this pain. Ae understands why mortals deliberately avoided the sensation now.]
Well damn, I sure have been suffering months longer than you! It just happens. Be glad it’s not worse right now, you so-called god…. While you’re in here, I might as well be your god! You clearly don’t know how this body works, or how to use my magic, or how to exist in general. Because it’s all mine, stranger.
Why don’t you just go back to wherever you were before so I can enjoy the scenery at least somewhat now that you’ve ruined it? [He keeps walking, glaring in front of him, disregarding your protests completely. It seems like he’s used to whatever’s going on right now, at least.]
Consider, thou quoth that thou art "my god." 'Tis absurd and offensive thou art to suggest such! However, that is not the extent of mine words. This corpse is unfamiliar to such as I. Thou art correct in that matter.
...In sooth, I am unable to depart from thee.
[This body and magic is not aer own. And ae hasn't been awake long enough to truly test aer magic. Ae really knows how to do nothing, and ae hates that you know that. But you're asking ae to leave? Ae really doesn't know how to do that.]
[….Walking and dealing with you is a pain. With a huff and a growl, his crutches disappear, and his light takes over his body until he’s rendered featureless. While everything still hurts, it’s less now that he’s not actively walking.]
All I wanted was a nice nature walk to avoid my problems, and suddenly some weirdass fuckwad comes in and talks in a weird accent and stupid old-timey words no one fucking understands with my mouth which is bullshit! Shut the fuck up! Shut up! Shut up! If you can’t go away shut up! I hate your voice! I hate it so much!
[Ae falls silent for a moment. Considering. Ae doesn't truly understand your words. But ae understands the feeling. Abhorrence. You are expressing abhorrence. And for some reason, ae feels a feeling that ae is beginning to become familiar with. It feels like pain, but deeper. Concentrated in aer chest as a constant pang. Ae doesn't know why your abhorrence bring aer pain.]
Wherefore doth thou portray abhorrence? Hath I done something to harm thee?
[Aer voice is small. Hurt. Ae sounds like bright eyes dimmed with the worry of misdeed. All too reminiscent of another.]
[It hurts. It hurts! Thats why. He can’t say how much it hurts to hear you, how much it makes his core feel like it’s being ripped apart, like the guilt and fear and pain and grief he’s been pushing aside for so long are clawing at the edges of his mind. Waiting to finally surface.]
[Sometimes, it’s easier to pretend it always was just Green, that no one came before. No one more important than Green in his life. No partially finished cloak he’s stashed away deep inside his light, no mask that bears identical colours to the fabrics he used. Sometimes, it’s just… Easier. To pretend he has anything left. That… He still had something important.]
[but theres nothing]
Stars! What did I say about shutting up?! May the cosmos tear you limb from limb and may you burn in the hot embrace of the stars as you die! May two black holes converge with you at the center of their nothingness, may you be swallowed whole! May the very memory of your existence be eaten right alongside your cursed, cursed life! You horrid homunculus of grief, talk any more, and I’ll destroy us both right here and now, and not even the stars will bother to reclaim us upon our death, for the life and body of a summon is no life at all, and that is exactly what you inhabit. I am in control. Shut up. Shut up. Silence.
[He’s stopped moving. His form is unstable, excess light burns off of him in waves. Some drips to the forest floor. The air is nearly burning, and the plant life closest to him becomes singed.]
Speak no more unless you wish to be erased completely.
[The pain only grows. But ae falls silent. You abhor aer, and even though ae doesn't know who you are, it hurts to know you feel that way. Something makes ae believe that ae loves you. But ae doesn't know love. Aer people have explained again and again what love is and what it feels like. But ae never felt similar to those accounts. Until now, apparently. And ae doesn't understand it at all. Ae doesn't know you. Ae doesn't even know your name.]
[One word. Surely one word will be feasible for you. One word, and then it will follow your wishes.]
[It still hurts. The drops of light that hit the grass might just be tears, but he’s not sure.]
…..Shut up.
[The courtesy of him giving himself a name for you to call him is not returned. Instead, he reaches for something, and the light grants his wishes and with ease, what he wants appears in his hands. An empty mask. All thats left.]
[All he has.] You disrespect the dead, god of nothing. You should be ashamed.
[…He brings it close to his chest, and holds the mask close.]
[That mask. Ae wishes you would stare at it longer. It feels like what was once a lively canyon, forced to become nothing but a desolate wasteland. And, ae belongs in that canyon. That just makes sense.]
[....Ae's sick of knowing nothing.]
[You told aer to remain silent. And the pain only grows. But ae will listen. Ae will watch you in silenc-]
[There was a rustle. A small, tiny sound. But there's something wrong. That rustle felt unnatural. The air feels weirdly heavy. Something is clearly wrong.]
[But you left aer with no way to convey this. All ae is left with is the desperate attempt to send you feelings. Panic, worry, pain, bad, bad, bad... A desperate attempt to warn you without words.
[He doesn’t seem to notice. Not anything behind him, not anything you try to convey to him. It doesn’t even seem like he’s purposefully ignoring you, just that he…. Doesn’t notice.]
[The only thing he does manage to notice is the pain of a spear piercing into his back and the sound of something cracking. His mind goes blank, mostly, anyway. He holds enough of himself from the agony of something nearly grazing his core to get the mask back to safety within his light, but after that, his vision grows spots and everything blurs.]
[He doesn’t even have the mind to attempt to scream. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. At some point, he fell from the air, to the ground. His body won’t move, wont run. It hurts.]
[The spear is ripped out, and what feels like a boot drives into his back, splattering light everywhere. That hurts too. He tries to reach for something, someone, anyone, but he almost forgot. No one’s there. Maybe thats for the best. Will he finally die? He doesn’t know what’s happening. He’s scared, he thinks. This was too sudden. He claws at the ground in futility, trying to pull away from whatever is attacking him, stripping him from his control, but he can’t manage it.]
[He thinks… The spear is coming back down. And this time he doesn’t think that they’ll miss.]
[Ae has never felt anything to this calibur. Ae doesn't know what you're doing. Ae doesn't know what ae's doing. All ae knows is ae can barely see anymore. Everything is full of that wretched feeling ae is unable to ever be rid of.]
[Look back, look back and see who would dare to harm a god. Look back and allow ae the chance to smile this person. Ae has the ability to!]
[Ae reaches for aer familiar magic and-]
[Nothing. This body is void of any magic ae understands.]
[It’s… Rather grotesque, the way you have to be fed now. Theres hands in your guts, and your stomach feels uncomfortably full with surprisingly high quality foods and water to make sure you don’t die.]
[…He doesn’t like the fact that he got so blinded by whatever that was that he almost killed you, but he’ll ignore it. It’s not like you actually died, so it doesn’t matter. He’s fine, you’re fine, even if it was… Zomi… who got you down.]
[Fucking Zomi.]
[Your torso is closed with a bit too much force, but none of you cracks, so it’s probably fine. He glares at nothing in particular. Or maybe everything. It’s hard for you to tell.]
-Ribbon(@shadow-but-bright)
[It doesn't feel weird anymore. That's good, it can go back to being a good doll. .... It's not supposed to need to eat or drink, but it can't control that. It thinks it was on the verge of death, earlier.]
[At least now, it feels like it can move again. ..Even if it's not supposed to.]
[Your hands in its organs didn't feel as nice that time. You had to force food into its stomach, and it really didn't enjoy that.]
[After a few seconds of his glares getting more intense, he scoffs, and then looks back at you. He tosses you the clothes he stripped you of to get access to the panel in your torso.] Put these on. You can do it yourself, can’t you? [He sounds… Pissed.]
[This time, he’s glaring directly at you. He’s not quite sure if he’s angry at you or Zomi more, to be honest. Or why he’s even angry at you at all. You didn’t really… Do anything. Whatever! If you stare back at him, you could see a slight pink glaze over his eyes for only a second.] ….Do you feel any better, at least?
[It puts on the clothes you gave it, just as you asked it to. It doesn't really pay any mind to the clothes you gave it. It shouldn't matter, anyways.]
[It nods when you ask if it feels better. It no longer feels like it's about to pass out just from looking around! Which is good.]
[It hates that it gets hungry. It's not supposed to do that.]
…Good. I guess… You know you— [He cuts off to take a rough breath, only for his glaring to focus solely on you.] If you ever try to die again for whatever fucking reason, you’re going to wish you had succeeded this time around, okay? If I ever have to bury at your corpse—
[He chokes.]
At least be damn glad I care enough that I would. Being buried is a luxury for you or I… [With a scoff, he turns, and summons his crutches. He spends a few seconds struggling to push himself up, and then adjusting to being upright like this for the first time in a while. It hurts more than he’s used to, but he manages with most of his weight supported by his crutches. He glares halfheartedly one last time back at you before turning fully away from you and starting to slowly walk away.]
[It watches you leave and waits. Just as you asked. It sits in that same position and waits.]
[And waits.]
[And waits.]
[And wai- oh hey, there's something in the grass.]
[It may be a doll, but it wants to know what that is. You're nowhere in sight, so it's fine. It reaches over, and grabs at what seems to be a sketchbook.]
[Despite its better judgement, it starts flipping through the pages.]
[With him gone, theres no one around to judge you for looking through someones’ sketchpad like this. As you flip through the early pages, you mostly see several clothing designs of various types, and as you get further you start to see a reoccurring familiar character wearing some of said designs. You think you’ve seen its face as a mask before, at some point.]
[Further still, the drawings of clothes seem to get less frequent. Occasionally you see writing in a language you can’t understand, in two different handwriting styles, and you see the same difference in artstyle in some of the drawings as well, like two different people have been using it.]
[Finally you get to the most recent one. It’s… Of you. And him. It was clearly sketched by Ribbon.]
[You’re both smiling, and wearing fancy looking suits. He doesn’t have his crutches. You don’t look like a life-sized doll.]
[…It looks like how you’d imagine a wedding photo to be, really. A picture perfect wedding photo.]
[While the other pages were interesting, it doesn't really care for them. Until it reaches that last page. It freezes completely and stares at its doodled self getting married to its doodled love. It takes in every little detail.]
[It loves the way you draw it. There's so much care in the details, the outfits, the decor. This looks like the picture perfect wedding.]
[Does this mean you want this too? Do you also want to live with it for as long as it lives together? It hopes so. It loves you.]
[It sets the sketchbook down, despite desperately wanting to continue staring at that art for hours.]
[As least it knows what to think about now as it waits for your return.]
[Meanwhile, he hasn’t really gotten all that far, and he’s already out of breath. His crutches really just aren’t enough to get him places in his physical form anymore.]
[Oh well. It’s not like he cares at all. Who needs to walk when he has cool and awesome ‘being less than a person’ powers, such as Becoming Floating Liquid. His favorite! Still, though. He wishes he could find the same joy that he did however long ago in nature walks. He used to love getting lost in the forests, he’s pretty sure.]
[…Isn’t that how he originally found Bee?]
[…]
[…Whatever, it doesn’t matter.]
[He trudges along through the pain his body constantly is in, not caring to find a place to rest. He really just wants to keep moving right now. So he will, and it’ll be fine, eventually.]
[The first thing ae comes to notice is that weird, bad feeling ae doesn't enjoy. It's bad right now! It fills aer with the desire to disappear once more. That is what ae surely does! Ae is under the impression that time passes between the moment ae disappears and next wakes up. Ae truly doesn't understand why.]
[The next thing ae comes to notice... Is that aer body is moving. ....huh? Ae's walking? But ae isn't walking! Moving causes the weird bad feeling that ae greatly hates! Why... Why is ae moving?]
[Ae immediately tries to stop. Ae shouldn't be moving at all!]
[Some kind of strange feeling wracks his body, and he nearly stumbles. It makes the pain flare up worse than it should. Though— He does recognize this feeling. The slightly more crowded sensation in his mind that he probably just makes up as a metaphor, the feeling that he doesn’t exactly have as much say as he did before on what his body is doing.]
[He sighs aggressively.] Zomi, if thats you, I swear to fuck… [Its barely a mutter, but you can hear it clear as day. At least he’s stopped moving.]
[Bad bad bad!! Bad feeling! Ae thinks ae remembers being told the feeling was "hurt." Ae had heard mortals discuss hurting and pain, but ae never felt it for aerself. Now that ae feels it constantly, ae just wants the pain to stop!!]
[...there is somebody speaking to aer?? Zomi? Ae has never heard of somebody of that calibur.]
[Wow, his voice just did a weird accent and shifted in a completely different way than Zomi’s voice does. Huh.]
[….Who the fuck is in his body then? And why do you feel… Familiar? Painfully so. Something in his core hurts in a different way than usual. The feeling is so faint, and yet—]
[Instead of thinking about it, he growls minutely and starts walking again.] Stars, why do you sound like you were created before the planet we’re standing on was? Who the fuck even are you? How did you get here? You know what, shut up, go away, I don’t feel like dealing with this right now. I’m busy.
[Ow!! No! The bad, horrible feeling is getting worse once more!]
I beseech thee to halt thy movement! Thou wrench-eth deep rooted feelings I am not particularly fond of!
[Is ae... Talking to aerself? Ae heard the same voice, yet very different, respond to aer. The only logical leap here is that ae is sharing the body with another. Ae's not sure why ae never realized this before, but the disappearing makes a bit more sense now.]
I shall not cease my words, thou bobolyne. For, in sooth, I am left with naught a way homeward!
[He takes a very long moment to put together what in the ever loving fuck you just said, and debates if responding to the stranger inhabiting his body is worth it. Maybe it is, and maybe if he yells at you enough you’ll leave! Anyway, though—] Are you talking about the pain?? Just deal with it! It’s not even that bad right now. We can actually walk for once. We are moving forward with our fucked up legs, and if you try to stop me from continuing, I will kill both myself and everyone else that lives in this broken vessel! And don’t call me shit I don’t understand! Asshole move! You’re ruining my fucking nature walk….
Wherefore doth thou insist I suffer through unnecessary, unpleasant sensations?! Perhaps thou must be made aware of my godly status.
[Ae just doesn't want to move anymore. Ae knows that moving means pain, and ae hates this pain. Ae understands why mortals deliberately avoided the sensation now.]
Well damn, I sure have been suffering months longer than you! It just happens. Be glad it’s not worse right now, you so-called god…. While you’re in here, I might as well be your god! You clearly don’t know how this body works, or how to use my magic, or how to exist in general. Because it’s all mine, stranger.
Why don’t you just go back to wherever you were before so I can enjoy the scenery at least somewhat now that you’ve ruined it? [He keeps walking, glaring in front of him, disregarding your protests completely. It seems like he’s used to whatever’s going on right now, at least.]
Consider, thou quoth that thou art "my god." 'Tis absurd and offensive thou art to suggest such! However, that is not the extent of mine words. This corpse is unfamiliar to such as I. Thou art correct in that matter.
...In sooth, I am unable to depart from thee.
[This body and magic is not aer own. And ae hasn't been awake long enough to truly test aer magic. Ae really knows how to do nothing, and ae hates that you know that. But you're asking ae to leave? Ae really doesn't know how to do that.]
[….Walking and dealing with you is a pain. With a huff and a growl, his crutches disappear, and his light takes over his body until he’s rendered featureless. While everything still hurts, it’s less now that he’s not actively walking.]
All I wanted was a nice nature walk to avoid my problems, and suddenly some weirdass fuckwad comes in and talks in a weird accent and stupid old-timey words no one fucking understands with my mouth which is bullshit! Shut the fuck up! Shut up! Shut up! If you can’t go away shut up! I hate your voice! I hate it so much!
[Ae falls silent for a moment. Considering. Ae doesn't truly understand your words. But ae understands the feeling. Abhorrence. You are expressing abhorrence. And for some reason, ae feels a feeling that ae is beginning to become familiar with. It feels like pain, but deeper. Concentrated in aer chest as a constant pang. Ae doesn't know why your abhorrence bring aer pain.]
Wherefore doth thou portray abhorrence? Hath I done something to harm thee?
[Aer voice is small. Hurt. Ae sounds like bright eyes dimmed with the worry of misdeed. All too reminiscent of another.]
[It hurts. It hurts! Thats why. He can’t say how much it hurts to hear you, how much it makes his core feel like it’s being ripped apart, like the guilt and fear and pain and grief he’s been pushing aside for so long are clawing at the edges of his mind. Waiting to finally surface.]
[Sometimes, it’s easier to pretend it always was just Green, that no one came before. No one more important than Green in his life. No partially finished cloak he’s stashed away deep inside his light, no mask that bears identical colours to the fabrics he used. Sometimes, it’s just… Easier. To pretend he has anything left. That… He still had something important.]
[but theres nothing]
Stars! What did I say about shutting up?! May the cosmos tear you limb from limb and may you burn in the hot embrace of the stars as you die! May two black holes converge with you at the center of their nothingness, may you be swallowed whole! May the very memory of your existence be eaten right alongside your cursed, cursed life! You horrid homunculus of grief, talk any more, and I’ll destroy us both right here and now, and not even the stars will bother to reclaim us upon our death, for the life and body of a summon is no life at all, and that is exactly what you inhabit. I am in control. Shut up. Shut up. Silence.
[He’s stopped moving. His form is unstable, excess light burns off of him in waves. Some drips to the forest floor. The air is nearly burning, and the plant life closest to him becomes singed.]
Speak no more unless you wish to be erased completely.
[The pain only grows. But ae falls silent. You abhor aer, and even though ae doesn't know who you are, it hurts to know you feel that way. Something makes ae believe that ae loves you. But ae doesn't know love. Aer people have explained again and again what love is and what it feels like. But ae never felt similar to those accounts. Until now, apparently. And ae doesn't understand it at all. Ae doesn't know you. Ae doesn't even know your name.]
[One word. Surely one word will be feasible for you. One word, and then it will follow your wishes.]
[It still hurts. The drops of light that hit the grass might just be tears, but he’s not sure.]
…..Shut up.
[The courtesy of him giving himself a name for you to call him is not returned. Instead, he reaches for something, and the light grants his wishes and with ease, what he wants appears in his hands. An empty mask. All thats left.]
[All he has.] You disrespect the dead, god of nothing. You should be ashamed.
[…He brings it close to his chest, and holds the mask close.]
[That mask. Ae wishes you would stare at it longer. It feels like what was once a lively canyon, forced to become nothing but a desolate wasteland. And, ae belongs in that canyon. That just makes sense.]
[....Ae's sick of knowing nothing.]
[You told aer to remain silent. And the pain only grows. But ae will listen. Ae will watch you in silenc-]
[There was a rustle. A small, tiny sound. But there's something wrong. That rustle felt unnatural. The air feels weirdly heavy. Something is clearly wrong.]
[But you left aer with no way to convey this. All ae is left with is the desperate attempt to send you feelings. Panic, worry, pain, bad, bad, bad... A desperate attempt to warn you without words.
[It’s… Rather grotesque, the way you have to be fed now. Theres hands in your guts, and your stomach feels uncomfortably full with surprisingly high quality foods and water to make sure you don’t die.]
[…He doesn’t like the fact that he got so blinded by whatever that was that he almost killed you, but he’ll ignore it. It’s not like you actually died, so it doesn’t matter. He’s fine, you’re fine, even if it was… Zomi… who got you down.]
[Fucking Zomi.]
[Your torso is closed with a bit too much force, but none of you cracks, so it’s probably fine. He glares at nothing in particular. Or maybe everything. It’s hard for you to tell.]
-Ribbon(@shadow-but-bright)
[It doesn't feel weird anymore. That's good, it can go back to being a good doll. .... It's not supposed to need to eat or drink, but it can't control that. It thinks it was on the verge of death, earlier.]
[At least now, it feels like it can move again. ..Even if it's not supposed to.]
[Your hands in its organs didn't feel as nice that time. You had to force food into its stomach, and it really didn't enjoy that.]
[After a few seconds of his glares getting more intense, he scoffs, and then looks back at you. He tosses you the clothes he stripped you of to get access to the panel in your torso.] Put these on. You can do it yourself, can’t you? [He sounds… Pissed.]
[This time, he’s glaring directly at you. He’s not quite sure if he’s angry at you or Zomi more, to be honest. Or why he’s even angry at you at all. You didn’t really… Do anything. Whatever! If you stare back at him, you could see a slight pink glaze over his eyes for only a second.] ….Do you feel any better, at least?
[It puts on the clothes you gave it, just as you asked it to. It doesn't really pay any mind to the clothes you gave it. It shouldn't matter, anyways.]
[It nods when you ask if it feels better. It no longer feels like it's about to pass out just from looking around! Which is good.]
[It hates that it gets hungry. It's not supposed to do that.]
…Good. I guess… You know you— [He cuts off to take a rough breath, only for his glaring to focus solely on you.] If you ever try to die again for whatever fucking reason, you’re going to wish you had succeeded this time around, okay? If I ever have to bury at your corpse—
[He chokes.]
At least be damn glad I care enough that I would. Being buried is a luxury for you or I… [With a scoff, he turns, and summons his crutches. He spends a few seconds struggling to push himself up, and then adjusting to being upright like this for the first time in a while. It hurts more than he’s used to, but he manages with most of his weight supported by his crutches. He glares halfheartedly one last time back at you before turning fully away from you and starting to slowly walk away.]
[It watches you leave and waits. Just as you asked. It sits in that same position and waits.]
[And waits.]
[And waits.]
[And wai- oh hey, there's something in the grass.]
[It may be a doll, but it wants to know what that is. You're nowhere in sight, so it's fine. It reaches over, and grabs at what seems to be a sketchbook.]
[Despite its better judgement, it starts flipping through the pages.]
[With him gone, theres no one around to judge you for looking through someones’ sketchpad like this. As you flip through the early pages, you mostly see several clothing designs of various types, and as you get further you start to see a reoccurring familiar character wearing some of said designs. You think you’ve seen its face as a mask before, at some point.]
[Further still, the drawings of clothes seem to get less frequent. Occasionally you see writing in a language you can’t understand, in two different handwriting styles, and you see the same difference in artstyle in some of the drawings as well, like two different people have been using it.]
[Finally you get to the most recent one. It’s… Of you. And him. It was clearly sketched by Ribbon.]
[You’re both smiling, and wearing fancy looking suits. He doesn’t have his crutches. You don’t look like a life-sized doll.]
[…It looks like how you’d imagine a wedding photo to be, really. A picture perfect wedding photo.]
[While the other pages were interesting, it doesn't really care for them. Until it reaches that last page. It freezes completely and stares at its doodled self getting married to its doodled love. It takes in every little detail.]
[It loves the way you draw it. There's so much care in the details, the outfits, the decor. This looks like the picture perfect wedding.]
[Does this mean you want this too? Do you also want to live with it for as long as it lives together? It hopes so. It loves you.]
[It sets the sketchbook down, despite desperately wanting to continue staring at that art for hours.]
[As least it knows what to think about now as it waits for your return.]
[Meanwhile, he hasn’t really gotten all that far, and he’s already out of breath. His crutches really just aren’t enough to get him places in his physical form anymore.]
[Oh well. It’s not like he cares at all. Who needs to walk when he has cool and awesome ‘being less than a person’ powers, such as Becoming Floating Liquid. His favorite! Still, though. He wishes he could find the same joy that he did however long ago in nature walks. He used to love getting lost in the forests, he’s pretty sure.]
[…Isn’t that how he originally found Bee?]
[…]
[…Whatever, it doesn’t matter.]
[He trudges along through the pain his body constantly is in, not caring to find a place to rest. He really just wants to keep moving right now. So he will, and it’ll be fine, eventually.]
[The first thing ae comes to notice is that weird, bad feeling ae doesn't enjoy. It's bad right now! It fills aer with the desire to disappear once more. That is what ae surely does! Ae is under the impression that time passes between the moment ae disappears and next wakes up. Ae truly doesn't understand why.]
[The next thing ae comes to notice... Is that aer body is moving. ....huh? Ae's walking? But ae isn't walking! Moving causes the weird bad feeling that ae greatly hates! Why... Why is ae moving?]
[Ae immediately tries to stop. Ae shouldn't be moving at all!]
[Some kind of strange feeling wracks his body, and he nearly stumbles. It makes the pain flare up worse than it should. Though— He does recognize this feeling. The slightly more crowded sensation in his mind that he probably just makes up as a metaphor, the feeling that he doesn’t exactly have as much say as he did before on what his body is doing.]
[He sighs aggressively.] Zomi, if thats you, I swear to fuck… [Its barely a mutter, but you can hear it clear as day. At least he’s stopped moving.]
[Bad bad bad!! Bad feeling! Ae thinks ae remembers being told the feeling was "hurt." Ae had heard mortals discuss hurting and pain, but ae never felt it for aerself. Now that ae feels it constantly, ae just wants the pain to stop!!]
[...there is somebody speaking to aer?? Zomi? Ae has never heard of somebody of that calibur.]
[Wow, his voice just did a weird accent and shifted in a completely different way than Zomi’s voice does. Huh.]
[….Who the fuck is in his body then? And why do you feel… Familiar? Painfully so. Something in his core hurts in a different way than usual. The feeling is so faint, and yet—]
[Instead of thinking about it, he growls minutely and starts walking again.] Stars, why do you sound like you were created before the planet we’re standing on was? Who the fuck even are you? How did you get here? You know what, shut up, go away, I don’t feel like dealing with this right now. I’m busy.
[Ow!! No! The bad, horrible feeling is getting worse once more!]
I beseech thee to halt thy movement! Thou wrench-eth deep rooted feelings I am not particularly fond of!
[Is ae... Talking to aerself? Ae heard the same voice, yet very different, respond to aer. The only logical leap here is that ae is sharing the body with another. Ae's not sure why ae never realized this before, but the disappearing makes a bit more sense now.]
I shall not cease my words, thou bobolyne. For, in sooth, I am left with naught a way homeward!
[He takes a very long moment to put together what in the ever loving fuck you just said, and debates if responding to the stranger inhabiting his body is worth it. Maybe it is, and maybe if he yells at you enough you’ll leave! Anyway, though—] Are you talking about the pain?? Just deal with it! It’s not even that bad right now. We can actually walk for once. We are moving forward with our fucked up legs, and if you try to stop me from continuing, I will kill both myself and everyone else that lives in this broken vessel! And don’t call me shit I don’t understand! Asshole move! You’re ruining my fucking nature walk….
Wherefore doth thou insist I suffer through unnecessary, unpleasant sensations?! Perhaps thou must be made aware of my godly status.
[Ae just doesn't want to move anymore. Ae knows that moving means pain, and ae hates this pain. Ae understands why mortals deliberately avoided the sensation now.]
Well damn, I sure have been suffering months longer than you! It just happens. Be glad it’s not worse right now, you so-called god…. While you’re in here, I might as well be your god! You clearly don’t know how this body works, or how to use my magic, or how to exist in general. Because it’s all mine, stranger.
Why don’t you just go back to wherever you were before so I can enjoy the scenery at least somewhat now that you’ve ruined it? [He keeps walking, glaring in front of him, disregarding your protests completely. It seems like he’s used to whatever’s going on right now, at least.]
Consider, thou quoth that thou art "my god." 'Tis absurd and offensive thou art to suggest such! However, that is not the extent of mine words. This corpse is unfamiliar to such as I. Thou art correct in that matter.
...In sooth, I am unable to depart from thee.
[This body and magic is not aer own. And ae hasn't been awake long enough to truly test aer magic. Ae really knows how to do nothing, and ae hates that you know that. But you're asking ae to leave? Ae really doesn't know how to do that.]
[….Walking and dealing with you is a pain. With a huff and a growl, his crutches disappear, and his light takes over his body until he’s rendered featureless. While everything still hurts, it’s less now that he’s not actively walking.]
All I wanted was a nice nature walk to avoid my problems, and suddenly some weirdass fuckwad comes in and talks in a weird accent and stupid old-timey words no one fucking understands with my mouth which is bullshit! Shut the fuck up! Shut up! Shut up! If you can’t go away shut up! I hate your voice! I hate it so much!
[Ae falls silent for a moment. Considering. Ae doesn't truly understand your words. But ae understands the feeling. Abhorrence. You are expressing abhorrence. And for some reason, ae feels a feeling that ae is beginning to become familiar with. It feels like pain, but deeper. Concentrated in aer chest as a constant pang. Ae doesn't know why your abhorrence bring aer pain.]
Wherefore doth thou portray abhorrence? Hath I done something to harm thee?
[Aer voice is small. Hurt. Ae sounds like bright eyes dimmed with the worry of misdeed. All too reminiscent of another.]
[It hurts. It hurts! Thats why. He can’t say how much it hurts to hear you, how much it makes his core feel like it’s being ripped apart, like the guilt and fear and pain and grief he’s been pushing aside for so long are clawing at the edges of his mind. Waiting to finally surface.]
[Sometimes, it’s easier to pretend it always was just Green, that no one came before. No one more important than Green in his life. No partially finished cloak he’s stashed away deep inside his light, no mask that bears identical colours to the fabrics he used. Sometimes, it’s just… Easier. To pretend he has anything left. That… He still had something important.]
[but theres nothing]
Stars! What did I say about shutting up?! May the cosmos tear you limb from limb and may you burn in the hot embrace of the stars as you die! May two black holes converge with you at the center of their nothingness, may you be swallowed whole! May the very memory of your existence be eaten right alongside your cursed, cursed life! You horrid homunculus of grief, talk any more, and I’ll destroy us both right here and now, and not even the stars will bother to reclaim us upon our death, for the life and body of a summon is no life at all, and that is exactly what you inhabit. I am in control. Shut up. Shut up. Silence.
[He’s stopped moving. His form is unstable, excess light burns off of him in waves. Some drips to the forest floor. The air is nearly burning, and the plant life closest to him becomes singed.]
Speak no more unless you wish to be erased completely.
[The pain only grows. But ae falls silent. You abhor aer, and even though ae doesn't know who you are, it hurts to know you feel that way. Something makes ae believe that ae loves you. But ae doesn't know love. Aer people have explained again and again what love is and what it feels like. But ae never felt similar to those accounts. Until now, apparently. And ae doesn't understand it at all. Ae doesn't know you. Ae doesn't even know your name.]
[One word. Surely one word will be feasible for you. One word, and then it will follow your wishes.]
[It’s… Rather grotesque, the way you have to be fed now. Theres hands in your guts, and your stomach feels uncomfortably full with surprisingly high quality foods and water to make sure you don’t die.]
[…He doesn’t like the fact that he got so blinded by whatever that was that he almost killed you, but he’ll ignore it. It’s not like you actually died, so it doesn’t matter. He’s fine, you’re fine, even if it was… Zomi… who got you down.]
[Fucking Zomi.]
[Your torso is closed with a bit too much force, but none of you cracks, so it’s probably fine. He glares at nothing in particular. Or maybe everything. It’s hard for you to tell.]
-Ribbon(@shadow-but-bright)
[It doesn't feel weird anymore. That's good, it can go back to being a good doll. .... It's not supposed to need to eat or drink, but it can't control that. It thinks it was on the verge of death, earlier.]
[At least now, it feels like it can move again. ..Even if it's not supposed to.]
[Your hands in its organs didn't feel as nice that time. You had to force food into its stomach, and it really didn't enjoy that.]
[After a few seconds of his glares getting more intense, he scoffs, and then looks back at you. He tosses you the clothes he stripped you of to get access to the panel in your torso.] Put these on. You can do it yourself, can’t you? [He sounds… Pissed.]
[This time, he’s glaring directly at you. He’s not quite sure if he’s angry at you or Zomi more, to be honest. Or why he’s even angry at you at all. You didn’t really… Do anything. Whatever! If you stare back at him, you could see a slight pink glaze over his eyes for only a second.] ….Do you feel any better, at least?
[It puts on the clothes you gave it, just as you asked it to. It doesn't really pay any mind to the clothes you gave it. It shouldn't matter, anyways.]
[It nods when you ask if it feels better. It no longer feels like it's about to pass out just from looking around! Which is good.]
[It hates that it gets hungry. It's not supposed to do that.]
…Good. I guess… You know you— [He cuts off to take a rough breath, only for his glaring to focus solely on you.] If you ever try to die again for whatever fucking reason, you’re going to wish you had succeeded this time around, okay? If I ever have to bury at your corpse—
[He chokes.]
At least be damn glad I care enough that I would. Being buried is a luxury for you or I… [With a scoff, he turns, and summons his crutches. He spends a few seconds struggling to push himself up, and then adjusting to being upright like this for the first time in a while. It hurts more than he’s used to, but he manages with most of his weight supported by his crutches. He glares halfheartedly one last time back at you before turning fully away from you and starting to slowly walk away.]
[It watches you leave and waits. Just as you asked. It sits in that same position and waits.]
[And waits.]
[And waits.]
[And wai- oh hey, there's something in the grass.]
[It may be a doll, but it wants to know what that is. You're nowhere in sight, so it's fine. It reaches over, and grabs at what seems to be a sketchbook.]
[Despite its better judgement, it starts flipping through the pages.]
[With him gone, theres no one around to judge you for looking through someones’ sketchpad like this. As you flip through the early pages, you mostly see several clothing designs of various types, and as you get further you start to see a reoccurring familiar character wearing some of said designs. You think you’ve seen its face as a mask before, at some point.]
[Further still, the drawings of clothes seem to get less frequent. Occasionally you see writing in a language you can’t understand, in two different handwriting styles, and you see the same difference in artstyle in some of the drawings as well, like two different people have been using it.]
[Finally you get to the most recent one. It’s… Of you. And him. It was clearly sketched by Ribbon.]
[You’re both smiling, and wearing fancy looking suits. He doesn’t have his crutches. You don’t look like a life-sized doll.]
[…It looks like how you’d imagine a wedding photo to be, really. A picture perfect wedding photo.]
[While the other pages were interesting, it doesn't really care for them. Until it reaches that last page. It freezes completely and stares at its doodled self getting married to its doodled love. It takes in every little detail.]
[It loves the way you draw it. There's so much care in the details, the outfits, the decor. This looks like the picture perfect wedding.]
[Does this mean you want this too? Do you also want to live with it for as long as it lives together? It hopes so. It loves you.]
[It sets the sketchbook down, despite desperately wanting to continue staring at that art for hours.]
[As least it knows what to think about now as it waits for your return.]
[Meanwhile, he hasn’t really gotten all that far, and he’s already out of breath. His crutches really just aren’t enough to get him places in his physical form anymore.]
[Oh well. It’s not like he cares at all. Who needs to walk when he has cool and awesome ‘being less than a person’ powers, such as Becoming Floating Liquid. His favorite! Still, though. He wishes he could find the same joy that he did however long ago in nature walks. He used to love getting lost in the forests, he’s pretty sure.]
[…Isn’t that how he originally found Bee?]
[…]
[…Whatever, it doesn’t matter.]
[He trudges along through the pain his body constantly is in, not caring to find a place to rest. He really just wants to keep moving right now. So he will, and it’ll be fine, eventually.]
[The first thing ae comes to notice is that weird, bad feeling ae doesn't enjoy. It's bad right now! It fills aer with the desire to disappear once more. That is what ae surely does! Ae is under the impression that time passes between the moment ae disappears and next wakes up. Ae truly doesn't understand why.]
[The next thing ae comes to notice... Is that aer body is moving. ....huh? Ae's walking? But ae isn't walking! Moving causes the weird bad feeling that ae greatly hates! Why... Why is ae moving?]
[Ae immediately tries to stop. Ae shouldn't be moving at all!]
[Some kind of strange feeling wracks his body, and he nearly stumbles. It makes the pain flare up worse than it should. Though— He does recognize this feeling. The slightly more crowded sensation in his mind that he probably just makes up as a metaphor, the feeling that he doesn’t exactly have as much say as he did before on what his body is doing.]
[He sighs aggressively.] Zomi, if thats you, I swear to fuck… [Its barely a mutter, but you can hear it clear as day. At least he’s stopped moving.]
[Bad bad bad!! Bad feeling! Ae thinks ae remembers being told the feeling was "hurt." Ae had heard mortals discuss hurting and pain, but ae never felt it for aerself. Now that ae feels it constantly, ae just wants the pain to stop!!]
[...there is somebody speaking to aer?? Zomi? Ae has never heard of somebody of that calibur.]
[Wow, his voice just did a weird accent and shifted in a completely different way than Zomi’s voice does. Huh.]
[….Who the fuck is in his body then? And why do you feel… Familiar? Painfully so. Something in his core hurts in a different way than usual. The feeling is so faint, and yet—]
[Instead of thinking about it, he growls minutely and starts walking again.] Stars, why do you sound like you were created before the planet we’re standing on was? Who the fuck even are you? How did you get here? You know what, shut up, go away, I don’t feel like dealing with this right now. I’m busy.
[Ow!! No! The bad, horrible feeling is getting worse once more!]
I beseech thee to halt thy movement! Thou wrench-eth deep rooted feelings I am not particularly fond of!
[Is ae... Talking to aerself? Ae heard the same voice, yet very different, respond to aer. The only logical leap here is that ae is sharing the body with another. Ae's not sure why ae never realized this before, but the disappearing makes a bit more sense now.]
I shall not cease my words, thou bobolyne. For, in sooth, I am left with naught a way homeward!
[He takes a very long moment to put together what in the ever loving fuck you just said, and debates if responding to the stranger inhabiting his body is worth it. Maybe it is, and maybe if he yells at you enough you’ll leave! Anyway, though—] Are you talking about the pain?? Just deal with it! It’s not even that bad right now. We can actually walk for once. We are moving forward with our fucked up legs, and if you try to stop me from continuing, I will kill both myself and everyone else that lives in this broken vessel! And don’t call me shit I don’t understand! Asshole move! You’re ruining my fucking nature walk….
Wherefore doth thou insist I suffer through unnecessary, unpleasant sensations?! Perhaps thou must be made aware of my godly status.
[Ae just doesn't want to move anymore. Ae knows that moving means pain, and ae hates this pain. Ae understands why mortals deliberately avoided the sensation now.]
Well damn, I sure have been suffering months longer than you! It just happens. Be glad it’s not worse right now, you so-called god…. While you’re in here, I might as well be your god! You clearly don’t know how this body works, or how to use my magic, or how to exist in general. Because it’s all mine, stranger.
Why don’t you just go back to wherever you were before so I can enjoy the scenery at least somewhat now that you’ve ruined it? [He keeps walking, glaring in front of him, disregarding your protests completely. It seems like he’s used to whatever’s going on right now, at least.]
Consider, thou quoth that thou art "my god." 'Tis absurd and offensive thou art to suggest such! However, that is not the extent of mine words. This corpse is unfamiliar to such as I. Thou art correct in that matter.
...In sooth, I am unable to depart from thee.
[This body and magic is not aer own. And ae hasn't been awake long enough to truly test aer magic. Ae really knows how to do nothing, and ae hates that you know that. But you're asking ae to leave? Ae really doesn't know how to do that.]
[….Walking and dealing with you is a pain. With a huff and a growl, his crutches disappear, and his light takes over his body until he’s rendered featureless. While everything still hurts, it’s less now that he’s not actively walking.]
All I wanted was a nice nature walk to avoid my problems, and suddenly some weirdass fuckwad comes in and talks in a weird accent and stupid old-timey words no one fucking understands with my mouth which is bullshit! Shut the fuck up! Shut up! Shut up! If you can’t go away shut up! I hate your voice! I hate it so much!
[Ae falls silent for a moment. Considering. Ae doesn't truly understand your words. But ae understands the feeling. Abhorrence. You are expressing abhorrence. And for some reason, ae feels a feeling that ae is beginning to become familiar with. It feels like pain, but deeper. Concentrated in aer chest as a constant pang. Ae doesn't know why your abhorrence bring aer pain.]
Wherefore doth thou portray abhorrence? Hath I done something to harm thee?
[Aer voice is small. Hurt. Ae sounds like bright eyes dimmed with the worry of misdeed. All too reminiscent of another.]
[It’s… Rather grotesque, the way you have to be fed now. Theres hands in your guts, and your stomach feels uncomfortably full with surprisingly high quality foods and water to make sure you don’t die.]
[…He doesn’t like the fact that he got so blinded by whatever that was that he almost killed you, but he’ll ignore it. It’s not like you actually died, so it doesn’t matter. He’s fine, you’re fine, even if it was… Zomi… who got you down.]
[Fucking Zomi.]
[Your torso is closed with a bit too much force, but none of you cracks, so it’s probably fine. He glares at nothing in particular. Or maybe everything. It’s hard for you to tell.]
-Ribbon(@shadow-but-bright)
[It doesn't feel weird anymore. That's good, it can go back to being a good doll. .... It's not supposed to need to eat or drink, but it can't control that. It thinks it was on the verge of death, earlier.]
[At least now, it feels like it can move again. ..Even if it's not supposed to.]
[Your hands in its organs didn't feel as nice that time. You had to force food into its stomach, and it really didn't enjoy that.]
[After a few seconds of his glares getting more intense, he scoffs, and then looks back at you. He tosses you the clothes he stripped you of to get access to the panel in your torso.] Put these on. You can do it yourself, can’t you? [He sounds… Pissed.]
[This time, he’s glaring directly at you. He’s not quite sure if he’s angry at you or Zomi more, to be honest. Or why he’s even angry at you at all. You didn’t really… Do anything. Whatever! If you stare back at him, you could see a slight pink glaze over his eyes for only a second.] ….Do you feel any better, at least?
[It puts on the clothes you gave it, just as you asked it to. It doesn't really pay any mind to the clothes you gave it. It shouldn't matter, anyways.]
[It nods when you ask if it feels better. It no longer feels like it's about to pass out just from looking around! Which is good.]
[It hates that it gets hungry. It's not supposed to do that.]
…Good. I guess… You know you— [He cuts off to take a rough breath, only for his glaring to focus solely on you.] If you ever try to die again for whatever fucking reason, you’re going to wish you had succeeded this time around, okay? If I ever have to bury at your corpse—
[He chokes.]
At least be damn glad I care enough that I would. Being buried is a luxury for you or I… [With a scoff, he turns, and summons his crutches. He spends a few seconds struggling to push himself up, and then adjusting to being upright like this for the first time in a while. It hurts more than he’s used to, but he manages with most of his weight supported by his crutches. He glares halfheartedly one last time back at you before turning fully away from you and starting to slowly walk away.]
[It watches you leave and waits. Just as you asked. It sits in that same position and waits.]
[And waits.]
[And waits.]
[And wai- oh hey, there's something in the grass.]
[It may be a doll, but it wants to know what that is. You're nowhere in sight, so it's fine. It reaches over, and grabs at what seems to be a sketchbook.]
[Despite its better judgement, it starts flipping through the pages.]
[With him gone, theres no one around to judge you for looking through someones’ sketchpad like this. As you flip through the early pages, you mostly see several clothing designs of various types, and as you get further you start to see a reoccurring familiar character wearing some of said designs. You think you’ve seen its face as a mask before, at some point.]
[Further still, the drawings of clothes seem to get less frequent. Occasionally you see writing in a language you can’t understand, in two different handwriting styles, and you see the same difference in artstyle in some of the drawings as well, like two different people have been using it.]
[Finally you get to the most recent one. It’s… Of you. And him. It was clearly sketched by Ribbon.]
[You’re both smiling, and wearing fancy looking suits. He doesn’t have his crutches. You don’t look like a life-sized doll.]
[…It looks like how you’d imagine a wedding photo to be, really. A picture perfect wedding photo.]
[While the other pages were interesting, it doesn't really care for them. Until it reaches that last page. It freezes completely and stares at its doodled self getting married to its doodled love. It takes in every little detail.]
[It loves the way you draw it. There's so much care in the details, the outfits, the decor. This looks like the picture perfect wedding.]
[Does this mean you want this too? Do you also want to live with it for as long as it lives together? It hopes so. It loves you.]
[It sets the sketchbook down, despite desperately wanting to continue staring at that art for hours.]
[As least it knows what to think about now as it waits for your return.]
[Meanwhile, he hasn’t really gotten all that far, and he’s already out of breath. His crutches really just aren’t enough to get him places in his physical form anymore.]
[Oh well. It’s not like he cares at all. Who needs to walk when he has cool and awesome ‘being less than a person’ powers, such as Becoming Floating Liquid. His favorite! Still, though. He wishes he could find the same joy that he did however long ago in nature walks. He used to love getting lost in the forests, he’s pretty sure.]
[…Isn’t that how he originally found Bee?]
[…]
[…Whatever, it doesn’t matter.]
[He trudges along through the pain his body constantly is in, not caring to find a place to rest. He really just wants to keep moving right now. So he will, and it’ll be fine, eventually.]
[The first thing ae comes to notice is that weird, bad feeling ae doesn't enjoy. It's bad right now! It fills aer with the desire to disappear once more. That is what ae surely does! Ae is under the impression that time passes between the moment ae disappears and next wakes up. Ae truly doesn't understand why.]
[The next thing ae comes to notice... Is that aer body is moving. ....huh? Ae's walking? But ae isn't walking! Moving causes the weird bad feeling that ae greatly hates! Why... Why is ae moving?]
[Ae immediately tries to stop. Ae shouldn't be moving at all!]
[Some kind of strange feeling wracks his body, and he nearly stumbles. It makes the pain flare up worse than it should. Though— He does recognize this feeling. The slightly more crowded sensation in his mind that he probably just makes up as a metaphor, the feeling that he doesn’t exactly have as much say as he did before on what his body is doing.]
[He sighs aggressively.] Zomi, if thats you, I swear to fuck… [Its barely a mutter, but you can hear it clear as day. At least he’s stopped moving.]
[Bad bad bad!! Bad feeling! Ae thinks ae remembers being told the feeling was "hurt." Ae had heard mortals discuss hurting and pain, but ae never felt it for aerself. Now that ae feels it constantly, ae just wants the pain to stop!!]
[...there is somebody speaking to aer?? Zomi? Ae has never heard of somebody of that calibur.]
[Wow, his voice just did a weird accent and shifted in a completely different way than Zomi’s voice does. Huh.]
[….Who the fuck is in his body then? And why do you feel… Familiar? Painfully so. Something in his core hurts in a different way than usual. The feeling is so faint, and yet—]
[Instead of thinking about it, he growls minutely and starts walking again.] Stars, why do you sound like you were created before the planet we’re standing on was? Who the fuck even are you? How did you get here? You know what, shut up, go away, I don’t feel like dealing with this right now. I’m busy.
[Ow!! No! The bad, horrible feeling is getting worse once more!]
I beseech thee to halt thy movement! Thou wrench-eth deep rooted feelings I am not particularly fond of!
[Is ae... Talking to aerself? Ae heard the same voice, yet very different, respond to aer. The only logical leap here is that ae is sharing the body with another. Ae's not sure why ae never realized this before, but the disappearing makes a bit more sense now.]
I shall not cease my words, thou bobolyne. For, in sooth, I am left with naught a way homeward!
[He takes a very long moment to put together what in the ever loving fuck you just said, and debates if responding to the stranger inhabiting his body is worth it. Maybe it is, and maybe if he yells at you enough you’ll leave! Anyway, though—] Are you talking about the pain?? Just deal with it! It’s not even that bad right now. We can actually walk for once. We are moving forward with our fucked up legs, and if you try to stop me from continuing, I will kill both myself and everyone else that lives in this broken vessel! And don’t call me shit I don’t understand! Asshole move! You’re ruining my fucking nature walk….
Wherefore doth thou insist I suffer through unnecessary, unpleasant sensations?! Perhaps thou must be made aware of my godly status.
[Ae just doesn't want to move anymore. Ae knows that moving means pain, and ae hates this pain. Ae understands why mortals deliberately avoided the sensation now.]
Well damn, I sure have been suffering months longer than you! It just happens. Be glad it’s not worse right now, you so-called god…. While you’re in here, I might as well be your god! You clearly don’t know how this body works, or how to use my magic, or how to exist in general. Because it’s all mine, stranger.
Why don’t you just go back to wherever you were before so I can enjoy the scenery at least somewhat now that you’ve ruined it? [He keeps walking, glaring in front of him, disregarding your protests completely. It seems like he’s used to whatever’s going on right now, at least.]
Consider, thou quoth that thou art "my god." 'Tis absurd and offensive thou art to suggest such! However, that is not the extent of mine words. This corpse is unfamiliar to such as I. Thou art correct in that matter.
...In sooth, I am unable to depart from thee.
[This body and magic is not aer own. And ae hasn't been awake long enough to truly test aer magic. Ae really knows how to do nothing, and ae hates that you know that. But you're asking ae to leave? Ae really doesn't know how to do that.]
[It’s… Rather grotesque, the way you have to be fed now. Theres hands in your guts, and your stomach feels uncomfortably full with surprisingly high quality foods and water to make sure you don’t die.]
[…He doesn’t like the fact that he got so blinded by whatever that was that he almost killed you, but he’ll ignore it. It’s not like you actually died, so it doesn’t matter. He’s fine, you’re fine, even if it was… Zomi… who got you down.]
[Fucking Zomi.]
[Your torso is closed with a bit too much force, but none of you cracks, so it’s probably fine. He glares at nothing in particular. Or maybe everything. It’s hard for you to tell.]
-Ribbon(@shadow-but-bright)
[It doesn't feel weird anymore. That's good, it can go back to being a good doll. .... It's not supposed to need to eat or drink, but it can't control that. It thinks it was on the verge of death, earlier.]
[At least now, it feels like it can move again. ..Even if it's not supposed to.]
[Your hands in its organs didn't feel as nice that time. You had to force food into its stomach, and it really didn't enjoy that.]
[After a few seconds of his glares getting more intense, he scoffs, and then looks back at you. He tosses you the clothes he stripped you of to get access to the panel in your torso.] Put these on. You can do it yourself, can’t you? [He sounds… Pissed.]
[This time, he’s glaring directly at you. He’s not quite sure if he’s angry at you or Zomi more, to be honest. Or why he’s even angry at you at all. You didn’t really… Do anything. Whatever! If you stare back at him, you could see a slight pink glaze over his eyes for only a second.] ….Do you feel any better, at least?
[It puts on the clothes you gave it, just as you asked it to. It doesn't really pay any mind to the clothes you gave it. It shouldn't matter, anyways.]
[It nods when you ask if it feels better. It no longer feels like it's about to pass out just from looking around! Which is good.]
[It hates that it gets hungry. It's not supposed to do that.]
…Good. I guess… You know you— [He cuts off to take a rough breath, only for his glaring to focus solely on you.] If you ever try to die again for whatever fucking reason, you’re going to wish you had succeeded this time around, okay? If I ever have to bury at your corpse—
[He chokes.]
At least be damn glad I care enough that I would. Being buried is a luxury for you or I… [With a scoff, he turns, and summons his crutches. He spends a few seconds struggling to push himself up, and then adjusting to being upright like this for the first time in a while. It hurts more than he’s used to, but he manages with most of his weight supported by his crutches. He glares halfheartedly one last time back at you before turning fully away from you and starting to slowly walk away.]
[It watches you leave and waits. Just as you asked. It sits in that same position and waits.]
[And waits.]
[And waits.]
[And wai- oh hey, there's something in the grass.]
[It may be a doll, but it wants to know what that is. You're nowhere in sight, so it's fine. It reaches over, and grabs at what seems to be a sketchbook.]
[Despite its better judgement, it starts flipping through the pages.]
[With him gone, theres no one around to judge you for looking through someones’ sketchpad like this. As you flip through the early pages, you mostly see several clothing designs of various types, and as you get further you start to see a reoccurring familiar character wearing some of said designs. You think you’ve seen its face as a mask before, at some point.]
[Further still, the drawings of clothes seem to get less frequent. Occasionally you see writing in a language you can’t understand, in two different handwriting styles, and you see the same difference in artstyle in some of the drawings as well, like two different people have been using it.]
[Finally you get to the most recent one. It’s… Of you. And him. It was clearly sketched by Ribbon.]
[You’re both smiling, and wearing fancy looking suits. He doesn’t have his crutches. You don’t look like a life-sized doll.]
[…It looks like how you’d imagine a wedding photo to be, really. A picture perfect wedding photo.]
[While the other pages were interesting, it doesn't really care for them. Until it reaches that last page. It freezes completely and stares at its doodled self getting married to its doodled love. It takes in every little detail.]
[It loves the way you draw it. There's so much care in the details, the outfits, the decor. This looks like the picture perfect wedding.]
[Does this mean you want this too? Do you also want to live with it for as long as it lives together? It hopes so. It loves you.]
[It sets the sketchbook down, despite desperately wanting to continue staring at that art for hours.]
[As least it knows what to think about now as it waits for your return.]
[Meanwhile, he hasn’t really gotten all that far, and he’s already out of breath. His crutches really just aren’t enough to get him places in his physical form anymore.]
[Oh well. It’s not like he cares at all. Who needs to walk when he has cool and awesome ‘being less than a person’ powers, such as Becoming Floating Liquid. His favorite! Still, though. He wishes he could find the same joy that he did however long ago in nature walks. He used to love getting lost in the forests, he’s pretty sure.]
[…Isn’t that how he originally found Bee?]
[…]
[…Whatever, it doesn’t matter.]
[He trudges along through the pain his body constantly is in, not caring to find a place to rest. He really just wants to keep moving right now. So he will, and it’ll be fine, eventually.]
[The first thing ae comes to notice is that weird, bad feeling ae doesn't enjoy. It's bad right now! It fills aer with the desire to disappear once more. That is what ae surely does! Ae is under the impression that time passes between the moment ae disappears and next wakes up. Ae truly doesn't understand why.]
[The next thing ae comes to notice... Is that aer body is moving. ....huh? Ae's walking? But ae isn't walking! Moving causes the weird bad feeling that ae greatly hates! Why... Why is ae moving?]
[Ae immediately tries to stop. Ae shouldn't be moving at all!]
[Some kind of strange feeling wracks his body, and he nearly stumbles. It makes the pain flare up worse than it should. Though— He does recognize this feeling. The slightly more crowded sensation in his mind that he probably just makes up as a metaphor, the feeling that he doesn’t exactly have as much say as he did before on what his body is doing.]
[He sighs aggressively.] Zomi, if thats you, I swear to fuck… [Its barely a mutter, but you can hear it clear as day. At least he’s stopped moving.]
[Bad bad bad!! Bad feeling! Ae thinks ae remembers being told the feeling was "hurt." Ae had heard mortals discuss hurting and pain, but ae never felt it for aerself. Now that ae feels it constantly, ae just wants the pain to stop!!]
[...there is somebody speaking to aer?? Zomi? Ae has never heard of somebody of that calibur.]
[Wow, his voice just did a weird accent and shifted in a completely different way than Zomi’s voice does. Huh.]
[….Who the fuck is in his body then? And why do you feel… Familiar? Painfully so. Something in his core hurts in a different way than usual. The feeling is so faint, and yet—]
[Instead of thinking about it, he growls minutely and starts walking again.] Stars, why do you sound like you were created before the planet we’re standing on was? Who the fuck even are you? How did you get here? You know what, shut up, go away, I don’t feel like dealing with this right now. I’m busy.
[Ow!! No! The bad, horrible feeling is getting worse once more!]
I beseech thee to halt thy movement! Thou wrench-eth deep rooted feelings I am not particularly fond of!
[Is ae... Talking to aerself? Ae heard the same voice, yet very different, respond to aer. The only logical leap here is that ae is sharing the body with another. Ae's not sure why ae never realized this before, but the disappearing makes a bit more sense now.]
I shall not cease my words, thou bobolyne. For, in sooth, I am left with naught a way homeward!
[He takes a very long moment to put together what in the ever loving fuck you just said, and debates if responding to the stranger inhabiting his body is worth it. Maybe it is, and maybe if he yells at you enough you’ll leave! Anyway, though—] Are you talking about the pain?? Just deal with it! It’s not even that bad right now. We can actually walk for once. We are moving forward with our fucked up legs, and if you try to stop me from continuing, I will kill both myself and everyone else that lives in this broken vessel! And don’t call me shit I don’t understand! Asshole move! You’re ruining my fucking nature walk….
Wherefore doth thou insist I suffer through unnecessary, unpleasant sensations?! Perhaps thou must be made aware of my godly status.
[Ae just doesn't want to move anymore. Ae knows that moving means pain, and ae hates this pain. Ae understands why mortals deliberately avoided the sensation now.]
[It’s… Rather grotesque, the way you have to be fed now. Theres hands in your guts, and your stomach feels uncomfortably full with surprisingly high quality foods and water to make sure you don’t die.]
[…He doesn’t like the fact that he got so blinded by whatever that was that he almost killed you, but he’ll ignore it. It’s not like you actually died, so it doesn’t matter. He’s fine, you’re fine, even if it was… Zomi… who got you down.]
[Fucking Zomi.]
[Your torso is closed with a bit too much force, but none of you cracks, so it’s probably fine. He glares at nothing in particular. Or maybe everything. It’s hard for you to tell.]
-Ribbon(@shadow-but-bright)
[It doesn't feel weird anymore. That's good, it can go back to being a good doll. .... It's not supposed to need to eat or drink, but it can't control that. It thinks it was on the verge of death, earlier.]
[At least now, it feels like it can move again. ..Even if it's not supposed to.]
[Your hands in its organs didn't feel as nice that time. You had to force food into its stomach, and it really didn't enjoy that.]
[After a few seconds of his glares getting more intense, he scoffs, and then looks back at you. He tosses you the clothes he stripped you of to get access to the panel in your torso.] Put these on. You can do it yourself, can’t you? [He sounds… Pissed.]
[This time, he’s glaring directly at you. He’s not quite sure if he’s angry at you or Zomi more, to be honest. Or why he’s even angry at you at all. You didn’t really… Do anything. Whatever! If you stare back at him, you could see a slight pink glaze over his eyes for only a second.] ….Do you feel any better, at least?
[It puts on the clothes you gave it, just as you asked it to. It doesn't really pay any mind to the clothes you gave it. It shouldn't matter, anyways.]
[It nods when you ask if it feels better. It no longer feels like it's about to pass out just from looking around! Which is good.]
[It hates that it gets hungry. It's not supposed to do that.]
…Good. I guess… You know you— [He cuts off to take a rough breath, only for his glaring to focus solely on you.] If you ever try to die again for whatever fucking reason, you’re going to wish you had succeeded this time around, okay? If I ever have to bury at your corpse—
[He chokes.]
At least be damn glad I care enough that I would. Being buried is a luxury for you or I… [With a scoff, he turns, and summons his crutches. He spends a few seconds struggling to push himself up, and then adjusting to being upright like this for the first time in a while. It hurts more than he’s used to, but he manages with most of his weight supported by his crutches. He glares halfheartedly one last time back at you before turning fully away from you and starting to slowly walk away.]
[It watches you leave and waits. Just as you asked. It sits in that same position and waits.]
[And waits.]
[And waits.]
[And wai- oh hey, there's something in the grass.]
[It may be a doll, but it wants to know what that is. You're nowhere in sight, so it's fine. It reaches over, and grabs at what seems to be a sketchbook.]
[Despite its better judgement, it starts flipping through the pages.]
[With him gone, theres no one around to judge you for looking through someones’ sketchpad like this. As you flip through the early pages, you mostly see several clothing designs of various types, and as you get further you start to see a reoccurring familiar character wearing some of said designs. You think you’ve seen its face as a mask before, at some point.]
[Further still, the drawings of clothes seem to get less frequent. Occasionally you see writing in a language you can’t understand, in two different handwriting styles, and you see the same difference in artstyle in some of the drawings as well, like two different people have been using it.]
[Finally you get to the most recent one. It’s… Of you. And him. It was clearly sketched by Ribbon.]
[You’re both smiling, and wearing fancy looking suits. He doesn’t have his crutches. You don’t look like a life-sized doll.]
[…It looks like how you’d imagine a wedding photo to be, really. A picture perfect wedding photo.]
[While the other pages were interesting, it doesn't really care for them. Until it reaches that last page. It freezes completely and stares at its doodled self getting married to its doodled love. It takes in every little detail.]
[It loves the way you draw it. There's so much care in the details, the outfits, the decor. This looks like the picture perfect wedding.]
[Does this mean you want this too? Do you also want to live with it for as long as it lives together? It hopes so. It loves you.]
[It sets the sketchbook down, despite desperately wanting to continue staring at that art for hours.]
[As least it knows what to think about now as it waits for your return.]
[Meanwhile, he hasn’t really gotten all that far, and he’s already out of breath. His crutches really just aren’t enough to get him places in his physical form anymore.]
[Oh well. It’s not like he cares at all. Who needs to walk when he has cool and awesome ‘being less than a person’ powers, such as Becoming Floating Liquid. His favorite! Still, though. He wishes he could find the same joy that he did however long ago in nature walks. He used to love getting lost in the forests, he’s pretty sure.]
[…Isn’t that how he originally found Bee?]
[…]
[…Whatever, it doesn’t matter.]
[He trudges along through the pain his body constantly is in, not caring to find a place to rest. He really just wants to keep moving right now. So he will, and it’ll be fine, eventually.]
[The first thing ae comes to notice is that weird, bad feeling ae doesn't enjoy. It's bad right now! It fills aer with the desire to disappear once more. That is what ae surely does! Ae is under the impression that time passes between the moment ae disappears and next wakes up. Ae truly doesn't understand why.]
[The next thing ae comes to notice... Is that aer body is moving. ....huh? Ae's walking? But ae isn't walking! Moving causes the weird bad feeling that ae greatly hates! Why... Why is ae moving?]
[Ae immediately tries to stop. Ae shouldn't be moving at all!]
[Some kind of strange feeling wracks his body, and he nearly stumbles. It makes the pain flare up worse than it should. Though— He does recognize this feeling. The slightly more crowded sensation in his mind that he probably just makes up as a metaphor, the feeling that he doesn’t exactly have as much say as he did before on what his body is doing.]
[He sighs aggressively.] Zomi, if thats you, I swear to fuck… [Its barely a mutter, but you can hear it clear as day. At least he’s stopped moving.]
[Bad bad bad!! Bad feeling! Ae thinks ae remembers being told the feeling was "hurt." Ae had heard mortals discuss hurting and pain, but ae never felt it for aerself. Now that ae feels it constantly, ae just wants the pain to stop!!]
[...there is somebody speaking to aer?? Zomi? Ae has never heard of somebody of that calibur.]
[Wow, his voice just did a weird accent and shifted in a completely different way than Zomi’s voice does. Huh.]
[….Who the fuck is in his body then? And why do you feel… Familiar? Painfully so. Something in his core hurts in a different way than usual. The feeling is so faint, and yet—]
[Instead of thinking about it, he growls minutely and starts walking again.] Stars, why do you sound like you were created before the planet we’re standing on was? Who the fuck even are you? How did you get here? You know what, shut up, go away, I don’t feel like dealing with this right now. I’m busy.
[Ow!! No! The bad, horrible feeling is getting worse once more!]
I beseech thee to halt thy movement! Thou wrench-eth deep rooted feelings I am not particularly fond of!
[Is ae... Talking to aerself? Ae heard the same voice, yet very different, respond to aer. The only logical leap here is that ae is sharing the body with another. Ae's not sure why ae never realized this before, but the disappearing makes a bit more sense now.]
I shall not cease my words, thou bobolyne. For, in sooth, I am left with naught a way homeward!
[It’s… Rather grotesque, the way you have to be fed now. Theres hands in your guts, and your stomach feels uncomfortably full with surprisingly high quality foods and water to make sure you don’t die.]
[…He doesn’t like the fact that he got so blinded by whatever that was that he almost killed you, but he’ll ignore it. It’s not like you actually died, so it doesn’t matter. He’s fine, you’re fine, even if it was… Zomi… who got you down.]
[Fucking Zomi.]
[Your torso is closed with a bit too much force, but none of you cracks, so it’s probably fine. He glares at nothing in particular. Or maybe everything. It’s hard for you to tell.]
-Ribbon(@shadow-but-bright)
[It doesn't feel weird anymore. That's good, it can go back to being a good doll. .... It's not supposed to need to eat or drink, but it can't control that. It thinks it was on the verge of death, earlier.]
[At least now, it feels like it can move again. ..Even if it's not supposed to.]
[Your hands in its organs didn't feel as nice that time. You had to force food into its stomach, and it really didn't enjoy that.]
[After a few seconds of his glares getting more intense, he scoffs, and then looks back at you. He tosses you the clothes he stripped you of to get access to the panel in your torso.] Put these on. You can do it yourself, can’t you? [He sounds… Pissed.]
[This time, he’s glaring directly at you. He’s not quite sure if he’s angry at you or Zomi more, to be honest. Or why he’s even angry at you at all. You didn’t really… Do anything. Whatever! If you stare back at him, you could see a slight pink glaze over his eyes for only a second.] ….Do you feel any better, at least?
[It puts on the clothes you gave it, just as you asked it to. It doesn't really pay any mind to the clothes you gave it. It shouldn't matter, anyways.]
[It nods when you ask if it feels better. It no longer feels like it's about to pass out just from looking around! Which is good.]
[It hates that it gets hungry. It's not supposed to do that.]
…Good. I guess… You know you— [He cuts off to take a rough breath, only for his glaring to focus solely on you.] If you ever try to die again for whatever fucking reason, you’re going to wish you had succeeded this time around, okay? If I ever have to bury at your corpse—
[He chokes.]
At least be damn glad I care enough that I would. Being buried is a luxury for you or I… [With a scoff, he turns, and summons his crutches. He spends a few seconds struggling to push himself up, and then adjusting to being upright like this for the first time in a while. It hurts more than he’s used to, but he manages with most of his weight supported by his crutches. He glares halfheartedly one last time back at you before turning fully away from you and starting to slowly walk away.]
[It watches you leave and waits. Just as you asked. It sits in that same position and waits.]
[And waits.]
[And waits.]
[And wai- oh hey, there's something in the grass.]
[It may be a doll, but it wants to know what that is. You're nowhere in sight, so it's fine. It reaches over, and grabs at what seems to be a sketchbook.]
[Despite its better judgement, it starts flipping through the pages.]
[With him gone, theres no one around to judge you for looking through someones’ sketchpad like this. As you flip through the early pages, you mostly see several clothing designs of various types, and as you get further you start to see a reoccurring familiar character wearing some of said designs. You think you’ve seen its face as a mask before, at some point.]
[Further still, the drawings of clothes seem to get less frequent. Occasionally you see writing in a language you can’t understand, in two different handwriting styles, and you see the same difference in artstyle in some of the drawings as well, like two different people have been using it.]
[Finally you get to the most recent one. It’s… Of you. And him. It was clearly sketched by Ribbon.]
[You’re both smiling, and wearing fancy looking suits. He doesn’t have his crutches. You don’t look like a life-sized doll.]
[…It looks like how you’d imagine a wedding photo to be, really. A picture perfect wedding photo.]
[While the other pages were interesting, it doesn't really care for them. Until it reaches that last page. It freezes completely and stares at its doodled self getting married to its doodled love. It takes in every little detail.]
[It loves the way you draw it. There's so much care in the details, the outfits, the decor. This looks like the picture perfect wedding.]
[Does this mean you want this too? Do you also want to live with it for as long as it lives together? It hopes so. It loves you.]
[It sets the sketchbook down, despite desperately wanting to continue staring at that art for hours.]
[As least it knows what to think about now as it waits for your return.]
[Meanwhile, he hasn’t really gotten all that far, and he’s already out of breath. His crutches really just aren’t enough to get him places in his physical form anymore.]
[Oh well. It’s not like he cares at all. Who needs to walk when he has cool and awesome ‘being less than a person’ powers, such as Becoming Floating Liquid. His favorite! Still, though. He wishes he could find the same joy that he did however long ago in nature walks. He used to love getting lost in the forests, he’s pretty sure.]
[…Isn’t that how he originally found Bee?]
[…]
[…Whatever, it doesn’t matter.]
[He trudges along through the pain his body constantly is in, not caring to find a place to rest. He really just wants to keep moving right now. So he will, and it’ll be fine, eventually.]
[The first thing ae comes to notice is that weird, bad feeling ae doesn't enjoy. It's bad right now! It fills aer with the desire to disappear once more. That is what ae surely does! Ae is under the impression that time passes between the moment ae disappears and next wakes up. Ae truly doesn't understand why.]
[The next thing ae comes to notice... Is that aer body is moving. ....huh? Ae's walking? But ae isn't walking! Moving causes the weird bad feeling that ae greatly hates! Why... Why is ae moving?]
[Ae immediately tries to stop. Ae shouldn't be moving at all!]
[Some kind of strange feeling wracks his body, and he nearly stumbles. It makes the pain flare up worse than it should. Though— He does recognize this feeling. The slightly more crowded sensation in his mind that he probably just makes up as a metaphor, the feeling that he doesn’t exactly have as much say as he did before on what his body is doing.]
[He sighs aggressively.] Zomi, if thats you, I swear to fuck… [Its barely a mutter, but you can hear it clear as day. At least he’s stopped moving.]
[Bad bad bad!! Bad feeling! Ae thinks ae remembers being told the feeling was "hurt." Ae had heard mortals discuss hurting and pain, but ae never felt it for aerself. Now that ae feels it constantly, ae just wants the pain to stop!!]
[...there is somebody speaking to aer?? Zomi? Ae has never heard of somebody of that calibur.]
[It’s… Rather grotesque, the way you have to be fed now. Theres hands in your guts, and your stomach feels uncomfortably full with surprisingly high quality foods and water to make sure you don’t die.]
[…He doesn’t like the fact that he got so blinded by whatever that was that he almost killed you, but he’ll ignore it. It’s not like you actually died, so it doesn’t matter. He’s fine, you’re fine, even if it was… Zomi… who got you down.]
[Fucking Zomi.]
[Your torso is closed with a bit too much force, but none of you cracks, so it’s probably fine. He glares at nothing in particular. Or maybe everything. It’s hard for you to tell.]
-Ribbon(@shadow-but-bright)
[It doesn't feel weird anymore. That's good, it can go back to being a good doll. .... It's not supposed to need to eat or drink, but it can't control that. It thinks it was on the verge of death, earlier.]
[At least now, it feels like it can move again. ..Even if it's not supposed to.]
[Your hands in its organs didn't feel as nice that time. You had to force food into its stomach, and it really didn't enjoy that.]
[After a few seconds of his glares getting more intense, he scoffs, and then looks back at you. He tosses you the clothes he stripped you of to get access to the panel in your torso.] Put these on. You can do it yourself, can’t you? [He sounds… Pissed.]
[This time, he’s glaring directly at you. He’s not quite sure if he’s angry at you or Zomi more, to be honest. Or why he’s even angry at you at all. You didn’t really… Do anything. Whatever! If you stare back at him, you could see a slight pink glaze over his eyes for only a second.] ….Do you feel any better, at least?
[It puts on the clothes you gave it, just as you asked it to. It doesn't really pay any mind to the clothes you gave it. It shouldn't matter, anyways.]
[It nods when you ask if it feels better. It no longer feels like it's about to pass out just from looking around! Which is good.]
[It hates that it gets hungry. It's not supposed to do that.]
…Good. I guess… You know you— [He cuts off to take a rough breath, only for his glaring to focus solely on you.] If you ever try to die again for whatever fucking reason, you’re going to wish you had succeeded this time around, okay? If I ever have to bury at your corpse—
[He chokes.]
At least be damn glad I care enough that I would. Being buried is a luxury for you or I… [With a scoff, he turns, and summons his crutches. He spends a few seconds struggling to push himself up, and then adjusting to being upright like this for the first time in a while. It hurts more than he’s used to, but he manages with most of his weight supported by his crutches. He glares halfheartedly one last time back at you before turning fully away from you and starting to slowly walk away.]
[It watches you leave and waits. Just as you asked. It sits in that same position and waits.]
[And waits.]
[And waits.]
[And wai- oh hey, there's something in the grass.]
[It may be a doll, but it wants to know what that is. You're nowhere in sight, so it's fine. It reaches over, and grabs at what seems to be a sketchbook.]
[Despite its better judgement, it starts flipping through the pages.]
[With him gone, theres no one around to judge you for looking through someones’ sketchpad like this. As you flip through the early pages, you mostly see several clothing designs of various types, and as you get further you start to see a reoccurring familiar character wearing some of said designs. You think you’ve seen its face as a mask before, at some point.]
[Further still, the drawings of clothes seem to get less frequent. Occasionally you see writing in a language you can’t understand, in two different handwriting styles, and you see the same difference in artstyle in some of the drawings as well, like two different people have been using it.]
[Finally you get to the most recent one. It’s… Of you. And him. It was clearly sketched by Ribbon.]
[You’re both smiling, and wearing fancy looking suits. He doesn’t have his crutches. You don’t look like a life-sized doll.]
[…It looks like how you’d imagine a wedding photo to be, really. A picture perfect wedding photo.]
[While the other pages were interesting, it doesn't really care for them. Until it reaches that last page. It freezes completely and stares at its doodled self getting married to its doodled love. It takes in every little detail.]
[It loves the way you draw it. There's so much care in the details, the outfits, the decor. This looks like the picture perfect wedding.]
[Does this mean you want this too? Do you also want to live with it for as long as it lives together? It hopes so. It loves you.]
[It sets the sketchbook down, despite desperately wanting to continue staring at that art for hours.]
[As least it knows what to think about now as it waits for your return.]
[Meanwhile, he hasn’t really gotten all that far, and he’s already out of breath. His crutches really just aren’t enough to get him places in his physical form anymore.]
[Oh well. It’s not like he cares at all. Who needs to walk when he has cool and awesome ‘being less than a person’ powers, such as Becoming Floating Liquid. His favorite! Still, though. He wishes he could find the same joy that he did however long ago in nature walks. He used to love getting lost in the forests, he’s pretty sure.]
[…Isn’t that how he originally found Bee?]
[…]
[…Whatever, it doesn’t matter.]
[He trudges along through the pain his body constantly is in, not caring to find a place to rest. He really just wants to keep moving right now. So he will, and it’ll be fine, eventually.]
[The first thing ae comes to notice is that weird, bad feeling ae doesn't enjoy. It's bad right now! It fills aer with the desire to disappear once more. That is what ae surely does! Ae is under the impression that time passes between the moment ae disappears and next wakes up. Ae truly doesn't understand why.]
[The next thing ae comes to notice... Is that aer body is moving. ....huh? Ae's walking? But ae isn't walking! Moving causes the weird bad feeling that ae greatly hates! Why... Why is ae moving?]
[Ae immediately tries to stop. Ae shouldn't be moving at all!]
(She wasn’t sure where she expected to end up after the Fairy Fountain, although it really wasn’t… here, wherever this was.)
(Part of her wanted to go home so so badly, but she couldn’t. Home hurt too much right now. It was scary…)
(Then, she noticed you, and she froze.)
(Why did you look so familiar? Where had she seen you? And why wa she so scared?)
-@greatseashero-lu
[Ae has been resigned to remaining in the same area forever. Until ae is suddenly somewhere else. Ae seriously has no idea why this keeps happening. Or what's even happening anymore.]
[Ae is left constantly feeling horrible, and ae doesn't even know what this feeling is. Ae only knows that moving makes that feeling worse which means ae can't move.]
[And aer magic is weird and everythis is wrong all the time.]
[Ae's head snaps up when ae sees you. Ae looks rather alarmed.]
[Ae examines you for several moments. You do not seem familiar, nor do you sound familiar.]
I know'st thee not.
[However, ae knows this does not mean much. Ae doesn't know you, but ae doesn't know anything anymore. All ae wants is to return to aer people. And yet ae is stuck with a bad feeling every time ae tries to move.]
(In the back of her mind, she remembered something. Something about someone named Ribbon?)
(as much as she tried to focus on it, she prior feel someone else try to persuade her from viewing it. Helen, maybe? Well, she liked Helen! So, she listened.)
(She couldn’t help but wonder if it had to do with the scar on her left arm, however.)
(Shaking her head, she turn dher focus back to you. It was rude to zone out, wasn’t it? Not that she could control it, of course, but she wanted to be polite!)
I’m Starfish.
(She just hoped that giving her own name wasn’t that bad of an idea…)
[Name? Ae is expected to give aer name? Surely, you will flee if you are aware of aer identity. Well, you gave your name so readily. Ae isn't sure if it's a good idea to tell you.]
Thou possess a pleasant name!
[Maybe ae should tell you. You told aer your name, after all.]
(That was a unique name! She’d never heard of it before. She couldn’t figure out how to pronounce it, though…)
Thank you, by the way! I picked it myself! Isn’t it pretty?
(She smiled.)
(…hm… it felt like Blueberry was trying to get her to run, for some reason. She didn’t get why, though. You weren’t home. You weren’t dangerous.)
(Still, for the sake of easing its mind, she backed up a little.)
(Honestly, she was worried about what had happened now. Why were two of them so worried? Did she actually know you? She couldn’t help but wonder about the memory Helen was preventing her from viewing, too…)
(Well… she was sure that somejne would tell her if it was important! So she decided not to worry.)
[Ae finds it strange that you don't recognize the name. Everyone once knew aer name! And now- and now ae doesn't know where aer people are!! It's a constant worry, and ae spends hours of existence full of nothing but worry.]
Yes! Starfish, I enjoyeth thy name!
[Worry bleeds through everything ae does. The very way ae is exhumes worry.]
(Huh… now that she knew the pronunciation, it sounded even cooler!)
Yay! Oh, I’m glad you do; I really just picked it randomly since it sounded nice.
You look a bit worried; is something wrong? Did I do something?
(She hoped she hadn’t! She’d really hate to upset you. You seemed nice, even if you talked funny.)
Uh.. do you know where we are? Last I checked, we were in Hyrule’s timeline, but that doesn’t seem right anymore… well, I guess “when” would be the right word, then.
(Did the timeline even belong to Hyrule? Was the right word was? Ugh, technicalities!)
Oh! Alright, um… do you know where your people are? Where they were last? What species you are? Where do you live? Any notable thine from your time period? Is there any way I can help?
(She hoped she could! It only seemed fair, after all. Eve if Blueberry was protesting.)
(Why were they upset about it, actually? She wondered…)
[So many questions. So many that ae stares at you blankly, looking rather alarmed. Ae... Really doesn't know how to process any of your questions. Except the last one. How you can help..?]
Hav'st... "Ikana" striketh a familiar belle?
[Any information you give, any information at all!]
Ikana… oh, the Old Man’s mentioned a place like that! He said it was a canyon, I think?
(She thought for a bit, then decided that she wanted to ignore Helen. She trust her, but… she had to know why people didn’t like you. It just made no sense! You were nice!)
(With that, she looked back a bit. Where had she seen…)
(Ah-ha! Last time she had encountered you, you had—)
(She froze. What…? You had… that was why they had the scar? But that made no sense! You were being kind! You didn’t even act like how you’d acted then!)
(She took another step back, ignoring everyone’s comments and concerns. What if you hurt her again? Wha if this was an act? What if—)
Certainly, thou know'st the way if thou know'st of Ikana!
[Ae looks hopeful, leaning forward as much as ar can without causing more of that bad feeling. Ae doesn't even see the change in your posture. Ae doesn't see how the fear makes you take a step back. This is just finally a glimmer of hope!!]
I– um- I never asked for directions. It’s in Termina, though!
(She tried to hide her shaking. You’d just take advantage of that. Wouldn’t you? You had last time. You’d done this before. Why were you acting so kind, though? What were you trying to do?)
(She wanted to run. That sounded like a bad idea, though, so she forced herself to stay.)
[That would... Actually explain a lot of things. If ae isn't in Termina, then how will ae get back?!? Ae just needs to get back to aer people. That's all....]
[Tears of light drip down aer face. Ae seems startled just by the tears. Everything is weird! And apparently there's someone else? Two someone elses? That ae didn't know about! For how long?!?]
[Ae looks up at you, wiping away tears that still fall, despite aer best efforts. Ae needs to understand what you mean by that. This way of speech is unfamiliar to aer. It feels so vague!]
[Ae looks relieved by that. Aer not alone! This body is wrong! Not a single facet of it is correct. And ae doesn't know how to change to aer correct body.]
Not one similarity does this corpse and mine own share!
Ah, this form and mine own differs greatly! I hath a much larger stature! I hath none of [ae scratches at aer constantly itchy arm, and pulls off a scale] this kind!
I am meant to present more godly than this!
[Ae's not sure how else to describe how ae should look. It's hard to remember. Ae just knows what feels right, and this isn't that.]
I… don’t know. I’ve met gods who see less godly than you. You, um… you’re pretty good, in comparison! Also, those are scales.
(She smiled nervously. Hopefully you weren’t mad at her. That’d be bad. Really bad. She didn’t want you to be mad. So maybe she could try calming you down. If she didn’t say anything wrong, then she would be safe. That was how it worked, anyway.)
Is… there any way I can help?
(If she offered, maybe she could do something to keep you happy! And then she wouldn’t be hurt! She just had to be good. And that required being helpful.)
[That's something to go off of! Something to work with! Ae.... Doesn't know a thing about light magic. But, ae should at least thank you for the knowledge, right?]
(She wasn’t sure where she expected to end up after the Fairy Fountain, although it really wasn’t… here, wherever this was.)
(Part of her wanted to go home so so badly, but she couldn’t. Home hurt too much right now. It was scary…)
(Then, she noticed you, and she froze.)
(Why did you look so familiar? Where had she seen you? And why wa she so scared?)
-@greatseashero-lu
[Ae has been resigned to remaining in the same area forever. Until ae is suddenly somewhere else. Ae seriously has no idea why this keeps happening. Or what's even happening anymore.]
[Ae is left constantly feeling horrible, and ae doesn't even know what this feeling is. Ae only knows that moving makes that feeling worse which means ae can't move.]
[And aer magic is weird and everythis is wrong all the time.]
[Ae's head snaps up when ae sees you. Ae looks rather alarmed.]
[Ae examines you for several moments. You do not seem familiar, nor do you sound familiar.]
I know'st thee not.
[However, ae knows this does not mean much. Ae doesn't know you, but ae doesn't know anything anymore. All ae wants is to return to aer people. And yet ae is stuck with a bad feeling every time ae tries to move.]
(In the back of her mind, she remembered something. Something about someone named Ribbon?)
(as much as she tried to focus on it, she prior feel someone else try to persuade her from viewing it. Helen, maybe? Well, she liked Helen! So, she listened.)
(She couldn’t help but wonder if it had to do with the scar on her left arm, however.)
(Shaking her head, she turn dher focus back to you. It was rude to zone out, wasn’t it? Not that she could control it, of course, but she wanted to be polite!)
I’m Starfish.
(She just hoped that giving her own name wasn’t that bad of an idea…)
[Name? Ae is expected to give aer name? Surely, you will flee if you are aware of aer identity. Well, you gave your name so readily. Ae isn't sure if it's a good idea to tell you.]
Thou possess a pleasant name!
[Maybe ae should tell you. You told aer your name, after all.]
(That was a unique name! She’d never heard of it before. She couldn’t figure out how to pronounce it, though…)
Thank you, by the way! I picked it myself! Isn’t it pretty?
(She smiled.)
(…hm… it felt like Blueberry was trying to get her to run, for some reason. She didn’t get why, though. You weren’t home. You weren’t dangerous.)
(Still, for the sake of easing its mind, she backed up a little.)
(Honestly, she was worried about what had happened now. Why were two of them so worried? Did she actually know you? She couldn’t help but wonder about the memory Helen was preventing her from viewing, too…)
(Well… she was sure that somejne would tell her if it was important! So she decided not to worry.)
[Ae finds it strange that you don't recognize the name. Everyone once knew aer name! And now- and now ae doesn't know where aer people are!! It's a constant worry, and ae spends hours of existence full of nothing but worry.]
Yes! Starfish, I enjoyeth thy name!
[Worry bleeds through everything ae does. The very way ae is exhumes worry.]
(Huh… now that she knew the pronunciation, it sounded even cooler!)
Yay! Oh, I’m glad you do; I really just picked it randomly since it sounded nice.
You look a bit worried; is something wrong? Did I do something?
(She hoped she hadn’t! She’d really hate to upset you. You seemed nice, even if you talked funny.)
Uh.. do you know where we are? Last I checked, we were in Hyrule’s timeline, but that doesn’t seem right anymore… well, I guess “when” would be the right word, then.
(Did the timeline even belong to Hyrule? Was the right word was? Ugh, technicalities!)
Oh! Alright, um… do you know where your people are? Where they were last? What species you are? Where do you live? Any notable thine from your time period? Is there any way I can help?
(She hoped she could! It only seemed fair, after all. Eve if Blueberry was protesting.)
(Why were they upset about it, actually? She wondered…)
[So many questions. So many that ae stares at you blankly, looking rather alarmed. Ae... Really doesn't know how to process any of your questions. Except the last one. How you can help..?]
Hav'st... "Ikana" striketh a familiar belle?
[Any information you give, any information at all!]
Ikana… oh, the Old Man’s mentioned a place like that! He said it was a canyon, I think?
(She thought for a bit, then decided that she wanted to ignore Helen. She trust her, but… she had to know why people didn’t like you. It just made no sense! You were nice!)
(With that, she looked back a bit. Where had she seen…)
(Ah-ha! Last time she had encountered you, you had—)
(She froze. What…? You had… that was why they had the scar? But that made no sense! You were being kind! You didn’t even act like how you’d acted then!)
(She took another step back, ignoring everyone’s comments and concerns. What if you hurt her again? Wha if this was an act? What if—)
Certainly, thou know'st the way if thou know'st of Ikana!
[Ae looks hopeful, leaning forward as much as ar can without causing more of that bad feeling. Ae doesn't even see the change in your posture. Ae doesn't see how the fear makes you take a step back. This is just finally a glimmer of hope!!]
I– um- I never asked for directions. It’s in Termina, though!
(She tried to hide her shaking. You’d just take advantage of that. Wouldn’t you? You had last time. You’d done this before. Why were you acting so kind, though? What were you trying to do?)
(She wanted to run. That sounded like a bad idea, though, so she forced herself to stay.)
[That would... Actually explain a lot of things. If ae isn't in Termina, then how will ae get back?!? Ae just needs to get back to aer people. That's all....]
[Tears of light drip down aer face. Ae seems startled just by the tears. Everything is weird! And apparently there's someone else? Two someone elses? That ae didn't know about! For how long?!?]
[Ae looks up at you, wiping away tears that still fall, despite aer best efforts. Ae needs to understand what you mean by that. This way of speech is unfamiliar to aer. It feels so vague!]
[Ae looks relieved by that. Aer not alone! This body is wrong! Not a single facet of it is correct. And ae doesn't know how to change to aer correct body.]
Not one similarity does this corpse and mine own share!
Ah, this form and mine own differs greatly! I hath a much larger stature! I hath none of [ae scratches at aer constantly itchy arm, and pulls off a scale] this kind!
I am meant to present more godly than this!
[Ae's not sure how else to describe how ae should look. It's hard to remember. Ae just knows what feels right, and this isn't that.]
I… don’t know. I’ve met gods who see less godly than you. You, um… you’re pretty good, in comparison! Also, those are scales.
(She smiled nervously. Hopefully you weren’t mad at her. That’d be bad. Really bad. She didn’t want you to be mad. So maybe she could try calming you down. If she didn’t say anything wrong, then she would be safe. That was how it worked, anyway.)
Is… there any way I can help?
(If she offered, maybe she could do something to keep you happy! And then she wouldn’t be hurt! She just had to be good. And that required being helpful.)
[That's something to go off of! Something to work with! Ae.... Doesn't know a thing about light magic. But, ae should at least thank you for the knowledge, right?]
