Chilled, early Autumn air playfully whipped the Fusion’s hair about her face, twitching fingers raising to brush it back uselessly. She moved slowly across the field, the withered husks of old crops crunching under her clawed feet, the sounds lingering in the silence that surrounded her.
Something had been off with Black Moonstone for the last few days, sporadic dizzy spells and sudden bouts of weakness had left her disoriented and - admittedly - scared. She didn’t even trust herself to be near her makeshift lab, for fear that she might collapse on her hard work.
A walk had seemed like a good idea when she’d started, a change of scenery and some fresh air. But now, several hours in and feeling worse by the moment, the Fusion found herself alone and pained.
All four eyes clenched shut, a strained hiss escaping her lips. “Stop it,” Two arms wrapped about her mid-section, the others reaching up to pull at her hair in distress. “Stop - p-please stop….”
Shaking all over, Black Moonstone stumbled, dropping awkwardly to the ground before curling into a ball as well as she could. She whined loudly, her form beginning to glow and shift beyond her control. “Wh-wha… what is hap…p…eninggg to… meeee….”
With an audible pop, the Fusion came undone almost violently, the two Gems who formed her flung apart in opposite directions. The many Bubbles and gadgets that had been stored within her scattered everywhere, a few things breaking as they hit the ground.
Peach Pearl bounced twice, rolling painfully to a stop, her Gem scuffed but thankfully undamaged. Groaning, she shakily pushed herself up, looking around in dazed confusion. “What… what happened..?” She froze in place when her gaze met that of Mahogany Obisidian; the larger Gem was already on her feet, staring down at the debris that was their Fusion’s life’s work in a mix of horror and disgust. “Mahog… Mahogany!”
Jolting, the Obsidian whipped about to face Peach, her eyes wide and wet. Maintaining eye contact, the dark Gem shakily stepped back, accidentally kicking away a still Bubbled Gem. Peach Pearl scowled deeply, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, though she still struggled to stand.
“Don’t you dare, Mahogany.”
As if the words had been the trigger, Mahogany Obsidian turned and fled into the abandoned field, quickly disappearing into the dead and dying crops.
A wordless screech cut through the air, filled to bursting with burning rage and chilling betrayal….
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