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Onceler Ercy pls
I felt nothing when I drew this, plez don’t hurt me-
Wh-Why would you do this to them??
I cannot seem to comprehend this.
I...I don't know what to think anymore....
We have officially made it to our lowest point. My friend never did anything wrong to you, yet... You decide to do this to them?
What a foul creature you are indeed.
Personally I think they look better this way. Alot better than fucking dead.
*FRANTICALLY WRITES FANFIC*
HOE, YOU GOOD?????
Somewhere in the afterlife, Ercy is hit with the sudden inexplicable urge to burst into song.
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
... Ercy.
Your name is Ercy, I believe.
Close
but
not quite
I am
Hell Would Be A Mercy
and all that it implies
They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.
Do you think
hell is mercy?
Do you think
hell is kind?
Do you think
I do not know
exactly how you feel?
*They hissed at Ercy.*
And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?
I am the only one
who can
Well... Its certainly pointless...
Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!
They grinned
You say that like it matters
Death?
Pfft
Here I am
Dead, gone, and right in front of you
You should be concerned with the living
Whether you want them or not, they
are yours
I know you
I used to be you
We?
We are one and the same
You and I
How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!
And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.
They are yours in a thousand ways
Your memories, your history
Your teachers, your guides
Your enemies
and your victims
They can be anything to you
They can be everything for you
And in turn, you
are theirs
Whether they want you or not
... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!
Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.
You're right
They deserve so much better
YOU- I... THEY..!
*He didn't know what to say.*
....
*Hollow glared at Ercy.*
Seems like you aren't too bright, for misinterpreting what I just said.
I know what you meant
You are intelligent enough
Smart enough
Strong enough
You are mine, after all
I am only sorry that I gave you some of my
less desirable traits
Be wary of the time slipping through your fingers
You don't have the years to waste
I had eternity
and I still learned too late
But.... But you're here! Alive! Sorta.. Can't... Can't you stay? You still have an eternity!
Things don't work like that
This?
They hold up a hand. Sunlight filters through their form. They are like smoke, a mirage, wispy and faint as though a single breath of wind would blow them away. And yet, although the breeze is strong and swirling about them, they are not swayed
Temporary
I have always been temporary
I am forever
But I am not meant to last
... If only that wasn't how it worked...
I still don't understand why you're here. Because this... Whole meeting felt pointless. Useless.
I am
sorry
you feel that way
I only want you to understand
They drift closer to Hollow and reach for him, hand curving gently to cup his face as they tilt his head up and just look at him for a moment. Their eyes are pure golden now, almost painfully bright to look at and yet oddly comforting at the same time.p
If you do not want our meeting to be pointless
Then remember
Remember what I have said to you
and try to understand
They press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Where their mouth touches his skin, a shining golden mark appears. It is reminiscent of the sun, or perhaps a flower, circular with several sharp points radiating outward.
*Hollow stood still, looking down at their mother. They were still very much confused, especially when Ercy gave them a gentle kiss on the forehead. He felt an emotion that they... couldn't seem to identify.
He didn't like it one bit. They hated this emotion. This confusion. To them, it was ovewhelming. But Hollow wasn't sure of what they could do other than back away. They didn't want to do that.*
Wh-what are you doing?
*That was all Hollow could manage to say and do. It was tempting to touch the hand that had cupped his cheek, just to see what would happen. But that didn't seem wise to Hollow.*
They tilt their head ever so slightly to one side and hum softly, regarding the mark with quiet curiosity.
A reminder.
I am
sorry
that I left you
All of you
I believe you would have benefitted from my presence
They let their hand drop and raise their head to look around the gravesite with something akin to hope shining in their eyes.
Where
is your father?
He's... He's sleeping. *They then pointed at a wounded archivist laying near a tree. Not too far away from him would be Blossom.*
O... Over there.. They got pretty banged up when everything was destroyed.
Ercy drifts away from Hollow and towards the two prone figures. Their form is softer now, fading fast. It is clear they cannot remain much longer.
They kneel beside the wounded archivist and gently stroke his face.
Archive... My dearest
They know he cannot hear them
I am
so sorry
Please, stay strong
You are so good, so brave
I will wait for you
They kiss his cheek. Another golden mark appears, similar to Hollow's, but softer and more curling, gentler. They linger for just a moment longer before turning to Blossom. They whisper a goodbye, then something else so softly it is inaudible.
Then they are gone, as though they were never there at all.
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
... Ercy.
Your name is Ercy, I believe.
Close
but
not quite
I am
Hell Would Be A Mercy
and all that it implies
They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.
Do you think
hell is mercy?
Do you think
hell is kind?
Do you think
I do not know
exactly how you feel?
*They hissed at Ercy.*
And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?
I am the only one
who can
Well... Its certainly pointless...
Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!
They grinned
You say that like it matters
Death?
Pfft
Here I am
Dead, gone, and right in front of you
You should be concerned with the living
Whether you want them or not, they
are yours
I know you
I used to be you
We?
We are one and the same
You and I
How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!
And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.
They are yours in a thousand ways
Your memories, your history
Your teachers, your guides
Your enemies
and your victims
They can be anything to you
They can be everything for you
And in turn, you
are theirs
Whether they want you or not
... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!
Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.
You're right
They deserve so much better
YOU- I... THEY..!
*He didn't know what to say.*
....
*Hollow glared at Ercy.*
Seems like you aren't too bright, for misinterpreting what I just said.
I know what you meant
You are intelligent enough
Smart enough
Strong enough
You are mine, after all
I am only sorry that I gave you some of my
less desirable traits
Be wary of the time slipping through your fingers
You don't have the years to waste
I had eternity
and I still learned too late
But.... But you're here! Alive! Sorta.. Can't... Can't you stay? You still have an eternity!
Things don't work like that
This?
They hold up a hand. Sunlight filters through their form. They are like smoke, a mirage, wispy and faint as though a single breath of wind would blow them away. And yet, although the breeze is strong and swirling about them, they are not swayed
Temporary
I have always been temporary
I am forever
But I am not meant to last
... If only that wasn't how it worked...
I still don't understand why you're here. Because this... Whole meeting felt pointless. Useless.
I am
sorry
you feel that way
I only want you to understand
They drift closer to Hollow and reach for him, hand curving gently to cup his face as they tilt his head up and just look at him for a moment. Their eyes are pure golden now, almost painfully bright to look at and yet oddly comforting at the same time.p
If you do not want our meeting to be pointless
Then remember
Remember what I have said to you
and try to understand
They press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Where their mouth touches his skin, a shining golden mark appears. It is reminiscent of the sun, or perhaps a flower, circular with several sharp points radiating outward.
*Hollow stood still, looking down at their mother. They were still very much confused, especially when Ercy gave them a gentle kiss on the forehead. He felt an emotion that they... couldn't seem to identify.
He didn't like it one bit. They hated this emotion. This confusion. To them, it was ovewhelming. But Hollow wasn't sure of what they could do other than back away. They didn't want to do that.*
Wh-what are you doing?
*That was all Hollow could manage to say and do. It was tempting to touch the hand that had cupped his cheek, just to see what would happen. But that didn't seem wise to Hollow.*
They tilt their head ever so slightly to one side and hum softly, regarding the mark with quiet curiosity.
A reminder.
I am
sorry
that I left you
All of you
I believe you would have benefitted from my presence
They let their hand drop and raise their head to look around the gravesite with something akin to hope shining in their eyes.
Where
is your father?
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
... Ercy.
Your name is Ercy, I believe.
Close
but
not quite
I am
Hell Would Be A Mercy
and all that it implies
They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.
Do you think
hell is mercy?
Do you think
hell is kind?
Do you think
I do not know
exactly how you feel?
*They hissed at Ercy.*
And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?
I am the only one
who can
Well... Its certainly pointless...
Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!
They grinned
You say that like it matters
Death?
Pfft
Here I am
Dead, gone, and right in front of you
You should be concerned with the living
Whether you want them or not, they
are yours
I know you
I used to be you
We?
We are one and the same
You and I
How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!
And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.
They are yours in a thousand ways
Your memories, your history
Your teachers, your guides
Your enemies
and your victims
They can be anything to you
They can be everything for you
And in turn, you
are theirs
Whether they want you or not
... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!
Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.
You're right
They deserve so much better
YOU- I... THEY..!
*He didn't know what to say.*
....
*Hollow glared at Ercy.*
Seems like you aren't too bright, for misinterpreting what I just said.
I know what you meant
You are intelligent enough
Smart enough
Strong enough
You are mine, after all
I am only sorry that I gave you some of my
less desirable traits
Be wary of the time slipping through your fingers
You don't have the years to waste
I had eternity
and I still learned too late
But.... But you're here! Alive! Sorta.. Can't... Can't you stay? You still have an eternity!
Things don't work like that
This?
They hold up a hand. Sunlight filters through their form. They are like smoke, a mirage, wispy and faint as though a single breath of wind would blow them away. And yet, although the breeze is strong and swirling about them, they are not swayed
Temporary
I have always been temporary
I am forever
But I am not meant to last
... If only that wasn't how it worked...
I still don't understand why you're here. Because this... Whole meeting felt pointless. Useless.
I am
sorry
you feel that way
I only want you to understand
They drift closer to Hollow and reach for him, hand curving gently to cup his face as they tilt his head up and just look at him for a moment. Their eyes are pure golden now, almost painfully bright to look at and yet oddly comforting at the same time.p
If you do not want our meeting to be pointless
Then remember
Remember what I have said to you
and try to understand
They press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Where their mouth touches his skin, a shining golden mark appears. It is reminiscent of the sun, or perhaps a flower, circular with several sharp points radiating outward.
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
... Ercy.
Your name is Ercy, I believe.
Close
but
not quite
I am
Hell Would Be A Mercy
and all that it implies
They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.
Do you think
hell is mercy?
Do you think
hell is kind?
Do you think
I do not know
exactly how you feel?
*They hissed at Ercy.*
And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?
I am the only one
who can
Well... Its certainly pointless...
Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!
They grinned
You say that like it matters
Death?
Pfft
Here I am
Dead, gone, and right in front of you
You should be concerned with the living
Whether you want them or not, they
are yours
I know you
I used to be you
We?
We are one and the same
You and I
How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!
And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.
They are yours in a thousand ways
Your memories, your history
Your teachers, your guides
Your enemies
and your victims
They can be anything to you
They can be everything for you
And in turn, you
are theirs
Whether they want you or not
... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!
Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.
You're right
They deserve so much better
YOU- I... THEY..!
*He didn't know what to say.*
....
*Hollow glared at Ercy.*
Seems like you aren't too bright, for misinterpreting what I just said.
I know what you meant
You are intelligent enough
Smart enough
Strong enough
You are mine, after all
I am only sorry that I gave you some of my
less desirable traits
Be wary of the time slipping through your fingers
You don't have the years to waste
I had eternity
and I still learned too late
But.... But you're here! Alive! Sorta.. Can't... Can't you stay? You still have an eternity!
Things don't work like that
This?
They hold up a hand. Sunlight filters through their form. They are like smoke, a mirage, wispy and faint as though a single breath of wind would blow them away. And yet, although the breeze is strong and swirling about them, they are not swayed
Temporary
I have always been temporary
I am forever
But I am not meant to last
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
... Ercy.
Your name is Ercy, I believe.
Close
but
not quite
I am
Hell Would Be A Mercy
and all that it implies
They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.
Do you think
hell is mercy?
Do you think
hell is kind?
Do you think
I do not know
exactly how you feel?
*They hissed at Ercy.*
And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?
I am the only one
who can
Well... Its certainly pointless...
Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!
They grinned
You say that like it matters
Death?
Pfft
Here I am
Dead, gone, and right in front of you
You should be concerned with the living
Whether you want them or not, they
are yours
I know you
I used to be you
We?
We are one and the same
You and I
How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!
And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.
They are yours in a thousand ways
Your memories, your history
Your teachers, your guides
Your enemies
and your victims
They can be anything to you
They can be everything for you
And in turn, you
are theirs
Whether they want you or not
... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!
Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.
You're right
They deserve so much better
YOU- I... THEY..!
*He didn't know what to say.*
....
*Hollow glared at Ercy.*
Seems like you aren't too bright, for misinterpreting what I just said.
I know what you meant
You are intelligent enough
Smart enough
Strong enough
You are mine, after all
I am only sorry that I gave you some of my
less desirable traits
Be wary of the time slipping through your fingers
You don't have the years to waste
I had eternity
and I still learned too late
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
... Ercy.
Your name is Ercy, I believe.
Close
but
not quite
I am
Hell Would Be A Mercy
and all that it implies
They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.
Do you think
hell is mercy?
Do you think
hell is kind?
Do you think
I do not know
exactly how you feel?
*They hissed at Ercy.*
And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?
I am the only one
who can
Well... Its certainly pointless...
Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!
They grinned
You say that like it matters
Death?
Pfft
Here I am
Dead, gone, and right in front of you
You should be concerned with the living
Whether you want them or not, they
are yours
I know you
I used to be you
We?
We are one and the same
You and I
How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!
And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.
They are yours in a thousand ways
Your memories, your history
Your teachers, your guides
Your enemies
and your victims
They can be anything to you
They can be everything for you
And in turn, you
are theirs
Whether they want you or not
... Wh.. Why are you even saying all of this to me? You're wasting your time!
Its very unfortunate that they are mine... I don't want them to be mine. They don't even deserve to 'be mine'.
You're right
They deserve so much better
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
... Ercy.
Your name is Ercy, I believe.
Close
but
not quite
I am
Hell Would Be A Mercy
and all that it implies
They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.
Do you think
hell is mercy?
Do you think
hell is kind?
Do you think
I do not know
exactly how you feel?
*They hissed at Ercy.*
And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?
I am the only one
who can
Well... Its certainly pointless...
Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!
They grinned
You say that like it matters
Death?
Pfft
Here I am
Dead, gone, and right in front of you
You should be concerned with the living
Whether you want them or not, they
are yours
I know you
I used to be you
We?
We are one and the same
You and I
How are they 'mine'?! They were never mine!
And... You used to be me? I highly doubt it.. But then again, mother... You'll probably prove me wrong.
They are yours in a thousand ways
Your memories, your history
Your teachers, your guides
Your enemies
and your victims
They can be anything to you
They can be everything for you
And in turn, you
are theirs
Whether they want you or not
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
... Ercy.
Your name is Ercy, I believe.
Close
but
not quite
I am
Hell Would Be A Mercy
and all that it implies
They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.
Do you think
hell is mercy?
Do you think
hell is kind?
Do you think
I do not know
exactly how you feel?
*They hissed at Ercy.*
And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?
I am the only one
who can
Well... Its certainly pointless...
Aren't... Aren't you supposed to be fucking dead?!
They grinned
You say that like it matters
Death?
Pfft
Here I am
Dead, gone, and right in front of you
You should be concerned with the living
Whether you want them or not, they
are yours
I know you
I used to be you
We?
We are one and the same
You and I
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
... Ercy.
Your name is Ercy, I believe.
Close
but
not quite
I am
Hell Would Be A Mercy
and all that it implies
They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.
Do you think
hell is mercy?
Do you think
hell is kind?
Do you think
I do not know
exactly how you feel?
*They hissed at Ercy.*
And why are you saying all of this cryptic shit?
I am the only one
who can
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
... Ercy.
Your name is Ercy, I believe.
Close
but
not quite
I am
Hell Would Be A Mercy
and all that it implies
They breathe, and the earth seems to breathe with them.
Do you think
hell is mercy?
Do you think
hell is kind?
Do you think
I do not know
exactly how you feel?
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Nothing. Other than that...
These people don't mean much to me.
I don't quite see them as my family. Even Archive, who I will probably never see as my father. Even if he is somehow alive after... His little fall.
They falter at the mention of Archive, but quickly recover and narrow their eyes.
Dissapointing
But
I am not sure
it is all your fault
Tell me
child
do you know my name?
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
.... Wait....
Y-You're-!
*Hollow's red eyes widened.*
M... Mother....?
You are not as blind as your actions make you seem
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised
L-Look, I'm not in the fucking mood for this...
Th-The hell do you want? Who even are you?!
*They were ready for a fight, if it ever came down to it.*
Red eyes ripple, shifting, hues sliding and twisting until they are burning molten gold, staring at the thing they call their c h i l d.
Is anyone
ever
in the mood for you?
Do you
care?
I begin to see
where all the things I forgot
have gone to
Something stirs from beyond... An echo of what was, a memory, a shifting, shimmering fragment of what was once a whole. Their strength is gone, they cannot linger. But the wind picks up, the scent of wildflowers carried on the crisp breeze. A fine white mist appears, and the gravesite is shrouded in shadows and the suffocating presence of Something Else.
Two shining red eyes slide open.
@tales-of-the-son
You
do not deserve what you have
should know better
are no son of mine
Hollow
a fitting name indeed
What... The actual fuck... Who... Wh.. Are you..?
The shadows hiss, the trees are groaning as the wind picks up. The eyes blink, and now something can be seen around them, the pale, whispy form of what used to be their body.
You do not know me?
Somehow
I am not surprised