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while thinking about chorus (and admittedly, about my tomodachi life save) i started thinking about a hypothetical scenario where chorus and ĂĄngel could meet
and that led to wondering what would happen if chorus re-entered the world into the canon route instead of back into cosmic route
and then i wrote a little ~650 word thang for it :3 enjoy :3
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An angel waits in an endless void. For what, it does not know. It does not know, or feel, or think much of anything at all.
There is simply existence.
There is hardly even time; repeating itself as it is reread, and flashing forward as it is skipped over. Time isn't real, here. Not linearly.
Nevertheless, it waits. It exists, barely, in the near-nothingness around it. Has been existing like that for who knows how long. Abandoned. The result of a dead promise. His plan was never fulfilled, and now the angel would be doomed to be forever alone.
The angel exists there for as long as one can imagine it does.
Until something takes pity on it and manifests something new for it. Until something new happens.
Until it really, truly, begins.
â - â - â
âŠ
âŠâŠâŠ
âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ
The angel exists in its new space for an unknown amount of time before it notices.Â
There is air here, there is gravity, there is noise, there is feeling. This is different. This is new?Â
It opens its eyes. It is dim, the back of its mind supplies, but to its fresh eyes it is blinding. It closes its eyes again, seeing only the light through its eyelids for a moment before opening them again.Â
It is in a room with finite parameters: walls, a ceiling, and a floor. There are many other objects in the room, but it feels like the attempt to identify them all would take half an eternity. This is more than it has ever experienced in its existence.
âŠ
It isn't sure what to do. It's never been confronted with possibility before. With opportunity.Â
âŠ
âŠSomething moves. From the couch (couch? couch. yes).
The angel floats curiously over.
âŠOh! It's some kind of fuzzy creature! A⊠it strains for the word⊠a cat! An orange cat!
It stares at the creature. The creature looks up from its curled position and stares back.
âHello,â the angel says to it. It felt natural to say something, but the vibrations from its throat are a bit of an off-putting sensation.
The cat makes a little noise of its own, a little mrrrp, and the angel feels itself smile involuntarily. It likes this creature.
It reaches down a gloved hand to touch it, and the cat uncurls and stands up to back away. Ah, no, don't do thatâŠ
The angel frowns, keeping its hand outstretched, and the cat slowly inches back over to sniff it with its tiny little nose.
!!!!!!
The cat bonks its head against the angel's hand and makes a rumbling noise. The touch feels strange, even through its glove.Â
The angel isn't sure how to proceed from here. It⊠moves its hand to the top of the cat's head and pets it, stroking the fur ever so gentlyâit's such a small creature, it doesn't want to hurt it by being too firm. The rumbling noise increases.
Ahh⊠it's cute. It's cute!!! The angel smiles wider.
âUh.â
The angel looks up. Ah, it didn't notice anything else in theâŠ
Room. Ah.
Oh?
It's⊠oh. It's a human.
The angel pets the cat one last time as a parting, then drifts over towards the newcomer. To its surprise, itâhe starts backing away from it, back into the hallway it came from.
It was the middle of the seemingly unending summer.
She dressed nice, casual yet elegant. One of her most expensive dresses gifted by Marigold.
The fancy overpriced coffee shop has the AC on, a fresh breeze going through her hair.
And yet, her internal heat leaves her no rest from the suffocating warmth.
Hopefully, sheâs sitting still, sheâs looking in the eyes, sheâs not bouncing her leg, sheâs not sweating, and all of those lessons Gene taught her for approaching people of higher power.
The phone call was a bit difficult. Apparently just going by âNinaâ is not enough to get remembered, so she had to add the âColiâ in there. Not the most common surname, but not quite unique either, right?
Well, even if the secretary she contacted suspects anything, these high powers will keep her quiet.
She know how these things work.
Her order hasnât arrived yet. The whole menu was in Italian for some reason, so she couldnât get any reassurance pastry.
The place is almost empty, she wonders if it was bought.
No, no, if she knows anything about her parents is that they hate spending money for no reason.
And clearly, her and Gene are not a strong reason.
Their orders arrive, she has no other excuse to keep the apparent amicable silence.
Itâs been years.
She almost canât believe it, that in front of her standsâŠ
Her mother.
âSo?â
She didnât remember her voice.
What a strange feeling to have, to find alien something sheâs supposed to miss.
Itâs too late to get a mother, anyways.
âIs⊠Is Mr. Coli coming as well?â
âUgh, God I hope not.â
âHuh?â
âWe divorced a while ago, I have no idea what heâs up to but hopefully heâs dying in a ditch somewhereâ
She doesnât remember her parents being particularly romantic. She should ask Gene after this.
He doesnât like telling her about them, but sheâs a grown woman now. She needs to know.
âNever trust men, girl, theyâre a bunch of parasites.â
âI donât have any interest in⊠um⊠marrying.â
âGood.â
She takes the opportunity to refresh her dry throat with the overly-sweet coffee.
âI⊠I need your help.â
âMoney, you mean.â
â...Yes.â
Itâs painful. Itâs humiliating and horrible. She can tell why Gene would rather loose sleep than to beg to them.
But where Gene lacks, she can step in.
âWhy, of course. I guess if I donât comply youâll go running around telling everyone weâre related?â
âNo.â
She raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
âI know that⊠Even if I try you have the power to suppress it all. And- And even if you donât⊠I doubt it would make a dent in you or da- Mr. Coliâs career.â
âYouâre right. Then what?â
âI⊠I donât know if you have seen the news but⊠Eugene isâŠâ
âIn jail, yes. Incredibly funny performance. Completely lost his mind.â
â...Right.â
âI⊠I need to pay the bail.â
âIâm not asking for everything, I have some savings around so itâs really just a small amount, but I canât really ask the banks because Iâm not eligible for- Um. Thatâs it.â
The only other people who could have that money is Marigold and Eva, but thereâs no way theyâll give her money if they knew what it was for.
She could lie to them, but theyâd find out. The betrayal in their faces⊠No, this is the better choice.
By doing this, only she has to suffer.
âI see. You might be a little out of your mind as well, but fine. What do I get out of this?â
And like signing her soul to the devil, she seals her destiny.
âAnything.â
Actually, that is a bit too desperate. Gene would get so much second hand embarrassment if he saw her.
âUm, like, any jobâŠ? Just, something that can cover the money. Then Iâll be out of your hair forever. Againâ
Itâs a tricky situation, if she offers to lend the money, the interest might chain her for life. If she offers materials, they could strip her of everything.
She waits for the cards to turn.
She tries not to squirm as her mothe- benefactor eyes her up and down.
âYou look like me.â
Not something she wants to hear.
â...I suppose soâŠâ
âI never really found the appeal of children, but it is interesting to seeâ
âA little person who has my own eyesâ
Somewhere inside her. Something prickly and ugly rears itâs head.
âI like kids. I teach them.â
âOh my god, youâre so brave for that. I could never.â
âI just donât get the appeal. Dirty little gremlins that donât know reason! Always crying and shitting and making a mess anywhere they go. You canât even leave them alone for two seconds or theyâll do who knows what!â
âAnd god forbid if you want to do anything else! No no, its all the kid, the kid, the kid, gotta watch the kid, gotta clean up, gotta hold it, gotta feed it, you become a nanny in your own home!â
The prickly, disgusting, ever so growing darkness in her possessed her mouth for a moment.
âThen why did you have kids.â
âUgh, that bastard. Ooh his heir, his heir, he needs an heir! He needs it right now! And then itâs not enough! He needs another one! He needs 7 sons and 7 daughters like some priest told him or whatever.â
She huffs, then digs in her purse and takes out a fancy-looking cigar.
âWhat a drag. And donât even get me started on the stretch marks, ugh! I could never take pictures of myself again!â
Something terrible is happening inside her. Alongside the prickly kiki, there is a softer bouba.
A pure white light, blinding, piercing, painful.
She feels sympathy.
What an awful thing.
Her mother shouldnât have⊠gone through that (Sheâs awful she abandoned them she did this to them), she feels bad for her (One single nanny robs you and you never hire another?)
If she was just another woman, she would offer help.
But sheâs not just any woman.
This woman has her eyes.
And at the same time, this woman is a stranger.
Sheâs not sure on what she should feel right now.
But if she wants that money, she knows what to say.
âIâm sorry, I didnât know it was so difficult for you. You shouldâve been given more agency.â
Even if sheâs reading from a script, even if everything is true, the words still burn acid into her tongue.
Sometimes she wishes hurt people didnât hurt people.
(Sometimes she wishes she wasnât angry at those hurt people)
âBut, umâŠâ
With the new information of Coli Senior in her mind, she thinks...
âWas he really satisfied with two children?â
Did they get divorced right when they left? Did he have more children? Does she have half-siblings?
âHaha, youâre smart. Of course not. But he changed his mind when he saw youâ
âMe?â
âHe saw how you looked and immediately told me, âThis is not mineââ
She looks in the distance, with a satisfied look in her face.
âOne of my great uncleâs had darker skin, so I told him that. Genes and such.â
âIâm⊠Iâm not actuallyâŠ?â
âMaybe. He was too prideful to do a parenting test. He could be your father! Or that beautiful model I found one night. Whoâs to say.â
What?! Her dad might not even be her dad?! She could already be a half-sibling?!
...Should she tell Gene?
âBut that was enough for him to not get anything out of me anymore. And even if he had other women, he wouldnât recognize a child out of marriage.â
âAnd I doubt he can even get hard at this age to try nowâ
She laughs darkly.
âI see.â
âBut that aside, you bloomed beautifully. Smart, pretty, good figure and at your what, 30âs?
â40âsâ
âYouâve kept yourself well, thatâs my inheritance.â
She gets closer and looks⊠warmly?
âIt doesnât really matter who your actual father is, because one thing will always be trueâ
âYou are my daughterâ
She feels⊠like crying a bit. Although sheâs not sure why.
Is this what she wanted?
âAnd I know exactly where to use youâ
She gets the money that same day.
And while Eugene walks free, she enters a prison of her own.
