Warnings/Tropes: body mutation, Non-Consensual medical testing, more character betrayal (perceived), personality changes, intrusive thoughts, chronic pain
Summary: Even after surviving the Abyssal pit, your survival was not yet over. Your arm was now flaring up in pain and the only way to get the medicine you need was from Dottore. You must also choose weather to stay in the palace or return to Mondstadt.
Masterlist Part 2
After what seemed like hours of poking, probing, slicing, and many other tests, Dottore lead you back to Capitano. Per his order.
âSo how did someone without a vision survive an Abyssal Pit?â Dottore asks as he walked in front of you.
âI⊠I donât know.â You answered sleepily. His tests had made you tired. Even though you didnât want to do his stupid tests, it was the only way he would give you your medicine. I should kill him!
You stoped dead in your tracks. Youâve never thought of hurting someone before, let alone killing them. Ever since you had gotten out that abyssal nightmare, you were so much angrier and resentful than you had ever been.
Dottore look at you from over his shoulder, âcome now, treasure. We donât have time to stay still.â
Heâd been calling you that since Capitano had left the room. You hated it, you werenât some object for him to play with. You felt anger rise up to the surface again but you held it in. You tolerated it so you get your meds. He did give them to you, like he promised. The pain in your arm had faded but it did nothing to dull the pounding in your skull.
Dottore lead the way through more hallways. Hopefully making his way to Capitano. He halted in front of a door made of dark oak. He knocked twice.
âEnterâ Capitanoâs deep voice came through the door.
Dottore opened the door, letting you enter first. He stayed in the doorway.
âYour little finch.â He said bluntly before leaving, closing the door behind him. God, him and his nicknames!
âI hope he didnât treat you harshly.â Capitano spoke from his spot at the deck at the far end of the room. He was still wearing his armor from before, along with his coat. You could still remember the softness of the fur lining the top.
âIt could have gone better.â You replied.
âHmmm.â He hummed. âOn another note, I am unaware of any living arrangements you might have outside of Snezhnaya. That being said, if you have someplace you would like to be returned to, I can arrange it.â
You thought for a moment, âI used to live in Mondstadt.â You paused, just the thought of Mondstadt and people who lived there, made fury rise up in your chest. âBut I donât think I want to return there. I donât think I would like to go anywhere.â You answered.
âThatâs acceptable. You can remain here, there is a guest room, across from mine. I will show you later, first I must finish this.â He gestured to the papers in the desk. âYou can feel free to wander the palace, or stay in here. It is your choice.â He said before going back to his work.
You spied a couch across from the doorway where you stood. You walked over and plopped down on your back on the soft cushions.
You let out a sigh. Dottoreâs testing had tired you even more after the abyssal pit.
Not soon after did you doze off to the quiet haven of Capitanoâs office.
You awoke with thick blankets covering you. The cushions were softer than you remember them being. Why does everything feel more comfortable after you wake up?
You lifted your head up slightly to find that you were no longer in Capitanoâs office. You were in a large bed four poster bed covered with a white duvet. There were thin white curtains that ran from each post and connected to the other.
Wait! Did Capitano carry me to bed?
Your headache was finally gone, maybe you were just tired and had needed some sleep. You wandered to the door and opened it, there was a door on the opposite wall, that must be Capitanoâs, if had put you in the guest room he said earlier.
You drifted into the hallway and made your way down it. If you were going to stay here you might as well learn how to navigate the palace without assistance.
Just when you were about to turn around a corner, you bumped into someone. You looked up to find a man with bright ginger hair.
âOh⊠hello, you must be the one Capitano was talking about.â He grinned widely. âIâm Childe, by the way.â
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down an other hallway before you even had time to reply âCome on, letâs go meet the others.â
Warnings/Tropes: body horror/mutation, hurt, Non-Consensual Medical Testing (Implied), mild angst, Character Betrayal (Perceived)
Summary: Your cold and distant savior leads you out of the Abyssal Pit and into an unknown winter wasteland.
Masterlist Part 1 Part 3
You stayed close to your cold savior. He hadnât spoken another word since you had started walking. You held your now purple arm to your chest, it ached with each beat of your heart now. Getting worse by the minute.
You didnât know if your savior knew where to go, to get out of here. But following him was better than sitting in your own sourness. You knew Jean had tried to catch you, but you couldnât help but feel like she had abandoned you. She couldnât have jumped after you and saved you in time, could she? If she had jumped, could she have saved you from this. Your arm, shoulder, and part of your jaw now mutated with fowl Abyssal sorcery. She saved Diluc first, not you. How could she?
It felt as if you had been walking for hours. Maybe it had been hours, there was no where to tell what time it was in this god forsaken place.
Your savior lead you to a cave. He wasnât hoping we could take shelter in that cave was he?
As if he could hear your mind he said âThis cave will take us out of here.â
âWill it take long?â You asked, you didnât think you could take much more walking.
âNo, we donât have to go in very far to get there.â He looked down to your now shaking legs, he studied you for a moment before walking closer to you.
âWhat⊠what are you doing?â You questioned.
He said nothing as he grabbed your waist and hoisted you over his shoulder.
âIâm a grown woman! I can walk myself!â You grunted at him and you hit is back slightly.
âYour legs are shaking.â He stated as he carried you toward the mouth of the cave. Like that solved it.
The violet starlight disappeared into pitch blackness as you both entered the cave. It seemed to only be a minute or two before light gave way to light again.
You felt the cold even before you had exited the cave. Bitter, numbing cold, for a second you were glad for your saviors warmth. The fur atop his coat shielding your still normal arm from the cold. The opposite one seemed entirely unfazed by the cold.
When the cave gave way to the open world again. You were out in the middle of an icy wilderness, no trees, no life, the only thing other than never ending snow you could see was a large structure. It was blurry and blocked by a cloud of mist.
Your savior carried you the whole way. When the clouds of mist finally parted to let you both in you could see the rich architecture of what seemed to be a town. With a huge castle in the middle.
You stared in awe. This place was captivating, âwhat is this place?â You asked.
âThis is Snezhnaya. And thatâŠâ he gestured to the castle, âis Zapolyarny Palace.â
He continued walking, to the palace. The roads were paved with smooth dark grey stone, withered by weather and traffic. The sky above was a pale grey overcast, and a never ending drizzle of snow fell down.
You passed houses and shops, till you were both meet with the massive entrance to the palace. Two Fatui guards opened the doors, the tipped their heads respectively to your savior, paying little mind to you.
Your savior gently set you down on your feet. His hands stayed on your shoulders for a second two long.
âWell, well, what do you have here? What little pet have you brought into the palace, Capitano?â A voice called behind you.
Capitano. That was his name.
You turned to find man slightly smaller than Capitano. His glasses shimmered in the light. Dark colored locks of hair run down to his shoulders curling slightly.
âI found her in an Abyssal Pit. She survived.â Capitano stated blandly.
Your now mutated arm flared in pain again. You clinched it to your chest with a grunt, rubbing it to try to dim the pain.
Capitano looked down at you, hearing your grunt. He placed his hand on your back, âCome, letâs see Dottore. He can help with the pain.â
He lead you further into the palace. The man with glasses glanced at you briefly as you passed. He looked to your savior âCapitano.â He said with a tip of head.
âPantalone.â Capitano replied. He didnât even gaze at him.
He lead you down multiple hallways, and a few staircases, twisting and winding into the palace. No wonder he could find a way out of the abyssal nightmare, that was a piece of cake compared to this.
He stoped at door he opened it to reveal what look to be a lab of some sort. Selves covered the walls, littered with medicine bottles and boxâs of ingredients. Two tables took up the space in the middle of the room, filled with more bottles, flowers, and herds.
The man at the table looked up from his work. His face was half covered with a mask. The usual mask every Fatui wears.
He looks to Capitano, âI hope this is important.â
âIt is. She needs something for the pain.â Capitano stated.
âIâm not a physician, Capitano. You can get pain meds from someone else.â Dottore said as he looked back at the bottles on the table.
âI think you will see, she could help your studies.â Capitano countered.
Dottore looked up, he finally noticed your arm. His head tilted in curiosity, he stood from his chair walking towards you.
âHow ever did that happen?â He asked as his hands pried your arm from where it was clinched to your chest.
âI touched some mud in theâŠâ You looked to Capitano.
âAbyssal Pit.â He answered.
Dottore gasped slightly, âFascinating. I think I can get you those meds. But first, a few tests.â
You looked to your savior. He nodded his head. âCome find me when the two of you are done, Dottore.â Capitano demanded.
âYes, yes, of course.â Dottore quickly replied, rummaging though the selves.
Warnings/Tropes: Abyssal corruption, physical transformation, body horror elements, hurt, first encounter, mild angst.
Summary: When an avalanche causes researcher reader to be separated from Diluc and Jean, she finds the cold sanctuary of The First Harbinger.
Masterlist Part 2
The mountain groaned and protested with the impaling snow that came raining down. You barely had time to look up before a boulder crashed down, almost on top of you had Diluc not moved you out of the way. You crashed on the stone close to the edge, you scurried away.
âDiluc!â You heard Jean yell.
You looked to find Dilucâs leg crashed under the boulder. He grunted and tried to pull his leg out, but to no avail. You tried to move closer to him, but a loud snap in stone made you stop. You looked down to find a crack growing across the edge, separating Diluc from you.
âJust stay there, Iâll come get you in a minute.â Jean said as you looked at her.
Jean used her Anemo vision to push the boulder away with a hard gust of wind. Jean pulled Diluc to his feet. Other than his leg he didnât look like any thing was hurt.
âHold on dear, Iâll be right back.â Jean moved Diluc to the mountain wall, setting him down gently.
Just as she came to get you surges of snow came raining down in between you. You panicked and stepped back a step, only to find the edge was smaller than you thought and you plunging down to the mountain floor. The last thing you saw of Jean was her rushing to the edge with her hand outstretched, yelling your name.
Dragonspineâs tip faded out of view. The screaming winds of your fall vanished instantly, followed by an unnatural, breathless vacuum as the pale white of dragonspine snow gave way to a bottomless violet chasm.
You landed on of obsidian stone that hummed with a low, rhythmic vibration. Overhead, the sky was gone, replaced by a swirling nebula of dark violet and starlight that felt altogether alien. Ruined pillars of an ancient, forgotten civilization hung upside down in the air, drifting like ships in a dead sea.
Some of the ruins had bright symbols that made you dizzy and your head hurt when you looked at them, you had to force yourself to look away.
You took a step off of the stone and onto dirt. You trip on your own feet, your hand falling to you. Only what you thought was dirt was mud, thick and stiff.
It clawed its way up your arm. You cried out as pain erupted up your arm. You ripped the goo of you as it continued to made its way to your shoulder, up to your jaw. In your race to get it off, you grabbed your dagger, scraping it off to reveal muscle no longer covered by skin, but hardened purple muscle that glimmered in a orchid purple, were your veins once where there now laid pulsing pale pink bloodstream that pulsed with your heartbeat.
Once all the mud was off you plopped down on the stone with a puff of relief. Note to self, do not touch the mud.
Just then you heard a low growl behind you. You turned to see a dark wolf made of shadow. Standing, you grabbed the sword on your hip. It lunged, and you positioned you sword to jab it in its throat.
You looked down at the wolf, you then looked up to find he was not alone. There was five more of them. They circled you, watching you with predatory eyes.
The pack of wolfs lunged, but they never reached their target. A sudden, monstrous pressure slammed into the chamber, cracking the obsidian floor. Through the violet fog walked a towering silhouette, his dark cape billowing despite the dead air. With a single, casual sweep of his hand, a shockwave of absolute force sent the monsters crashing into the stone walls, reduced to ash before they could even screech.
He stood over you, an absolute void of light blocking out the swirling Abyssal sky. The dark visor of his helmet offered no reflection, only an endless, intimidating blackness.
âWho are you?â You ask, youâve seen him before, in Mondstadt when a heavily armored Fatui delegation moved through the city months ago, he had been in front.
âA shadow passing through.â He answered.
You gripped the handle of your sword more tightly.
He look at your hand, âSave your strength. If I wished you dead, we would not be speaking."
A/N: This is the first poem Iâve wrote. I based it off of the dream I have every time I get sick. Iâve never wrote anything on here before, or anywhere rather. Iâm sorry if itâs not very good.
Red crimson, twists and swirls The head throbs, the mouth tingles.
The swirls worsen, never stopping, ever moving. It turns, falling into the void. A women sits, ever kind, She greets, before the red crimson takes her too.
The red crimson takes, only gives to taunt. The twists and turns enter the body, now dizzy.
You run, only to find the crimson red. The further you go, the worse it appears.
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