Mostly I write and draw, fandom I would write for now is pretty small right now, which is:
— Forsaken [ Roblox | AU ]
— Phighting [ Roblox | AU ]
— Roblox [ In general ]
— Countryhumans [ not really that often ]
— Block Tales [ Roblox | AU ]
If I'm interested enough, I would add more to the list of what I would made and up here. I join other fandom too but more for myself rather than to share.
I can answer ever question about my AU, I would be yapping about my AU so bear with me. I don't really take request of drawing since I don't really think I can finish someone request, but you really want it then I can try to make it.
English is not my first language so there's some inaccurate grammar in some of my writing.
All I make are an X Reader, I don't do a shipping oc x canon. Reader I made most of the time Gender neutral or Genderless, nothing being specified except some clothes [ Optional ].
I am and still a Wattpad writer, I have published books but still on hold for now and it's in my native language. I start to get interested to write in English, it's to improve my English too.
Hello! I just want to share my design of [Name], Player, and The Swords. Some were inspired, especially Windforce since I don't know how to design them and just take from Phighting version but mostly my own ideas. The designs for The Swords purely fanon and some inspired from the Phighting version.
The design is undercut here. [ Warning! A lot of yapping from me :> ]
Player is yapping for an hour now even though he's just whispering to you... They can be quite a yapper if you let her.
I mostly just dolled up [Name] here since I tend to design my character to portray my story. I still made [Name]'s appearance in story vague as possible except the important part like the wings. Both Player & [Name] mostly androgynous (?) Or even Agender, they doesn't assign to any gender and that up to your interpretation.
For Player's hair I ended up made it long and tied it into low ponytail, I did try to made it into high ponytail but I didn't like it and end up with this.
Illumina is talking over Player, overlapping voices made you hard to focus of who you need to hear and that made you uncomfortable. Player notice and goes silent once again.
This one is the height comparison of The Swords, [Name], and Player. I intentionally made you/reader slightly taller than Player but not towering, different with Illumina that's more taller and towering both of you and Player.
Of all The Swords, Illumina and Darkheart are the one that liking their height that tower anyone. Both of them would often intimidated everyone that deemed unworthy to even talk with you, they barely even tolerate Player and Brad.
This is probably from most patient to the least one [From my interpretation/view]:
1. Ice Dagger
2. Ghostwalker
3. Venomshank
4. Firebrand
5. Windforce
6. Darkheart
7. Illumina
Now, this is Ice Dagger, Venomshank, and Firebrand. I was stressed to figure out what outfit that would be good for him and ended up with that for now.
For Ice Dagger, I made her outfit looser and thicker. They felt cold, ironically, and wore deep, thick clothes to make themselves warm, and because of that, they tended to cuddle up to you whenever they could, even in their translucent form. The wings on her head sometimes cover their face when they're embarrassed, which is rare but tends to be often when present beside you. The jewelry on their horn is just a preference thing, nothing much. By the way, I forgot to mention his shark tail, which manifested because they're curious and ended up keeping it.
Now Venomshank, their design feels a bit too much, but I don't know how to make it less or change it and gave up. They have horns like others, just hidden under their hair; she has the healthiest hair among others, surprisingly. My idea is that they're inspired by sea bunnies, who are poisonous and lethal mentally and physically. They're heterochromic, but the hue is just slightly different; she ends up covering it and using a gas mask too to prevent him from gnawing anything.
Firebrand... Now this big man is a bit harder since I don't want to take heavy inspiration from Phighting. I ended up making them wear heavy (?) armor on their bodies and heads; flames burst out from the helmet and wings. She's one of the swords that didn't manifest a horn on their body before being thrown into the Inpherno world. Unfortunately, she's not the best with feelings, so they're most likely dependent on you when it comes to emotions.
Next it's Ghostwalker & Darkheart.
I don't really know what I think, but I end up giving a droopy bunny ears, intentional or not. His clothes are pretty classic and ordinary out of everyone except for the lack of a mouth and cross for the eyes. They're the least empathetic out of everyone, lack emotions and don't give time to learn about them. Scar and stubble are purely aesthetic; the scar on her face is because of an accident with [Name], but he doesn't hold any grudges or resentment for it; it's purely their fault.
Last but not least, Windforce & Illumina.
Darkheart is a bit chaotic; their hat once had a veil that shadowed their face because it looked good on them. The wielder either gets the power or is slowly being corrupted while holding his energy. When you summon them out of battle, they'll try to taste your soul if not for the sword in your hand. He would often take you under the veil, bringing such intimacy by being inside his bubble while she smiles mischievously at you. The flowers on their scarf are updated to your preference—fake or real? Depends if you're allergic to it or not.
Windforce is the design that I despise because I didn't even change one bit from the original one from Phighting. Just a small change I made, which is the tail and hair(?); they weren't that thrilled when being collected by Player since they've been doing this from time to time but were interested when seeing how other Swords like Ice, Venom, Ghost, and Fire are using you as a vessel. At first, they thought others used you for their own liking, but seeing the favors you got, it's a bit far-fetched. It took quite a bit of persuasion to make you her vessel too.
Last one is Illumina, they weren't that shocked to get you to be their vessel too. In fact, they were thrilled. This is due to you being heavily favored by Shedletsky himself, and Illumina didn't question that one bit and was quick to accept you pretty easily. Though it also led to some petty jealousy when you used other swords more frequently than them because it was 'easier' for you. And when you summon her, she'll show how much greater he is than all his siblings. That didn't go as planned, as they use more energy than they should and drain you fast; she's not sorry for that.
Each of them has a tail to begin with; the most agile tail goes to Darkheart and Illumina, as they tend to grab you with their tails. Windforce used her tail like a whip, and that led to fatal damage. Firebrand and Ghostwalker use their tails as the second weapon. Ghostwalker's tail is able to pierce through anybody easily, even Inphernal that have tough body, while Firebrand's tail is pretty sturdy and hard despite looking soft from afar; it is able to grab and lift an enemy before slamming hard against any ground or walls.
Ice Dagger, on the other hand, is pretty harmless as they take an aquatic tail instead; they either use it to cuddle up to you or to heal you since their energy is used for defense and healing. Venomshank, though, used to cut their tail short with how troublesome it is, and instead of discarding it, they use it as poison since it contains the same poison as his sword form.
There's another universe where The Swords are being placed into the Inpherno world alongside [Name]/you, but you also drag Player with you. It didn't end well when you and Player ran into the Spawn Fountain, both heavily injured. You're pretty successful to get out from the host position, but that made your energy almost depleted, and Player is injured from how hostile the Swords become. You two jump into the fountain, making two souls merge into one and making a new Inphernal that is born from two dependent souls.
The one I use right now is where Player stabs into your heart due to your using your energy to connect both of your souls together, so if you die, then they also die, and the other way also works. That creates a rampage from The Swords and seal for both you and Player, putting you both into eternal blissful sleep. You aren't angry at Player, not one bit, ever since you listened to the loop. You're the one who requested they do it for you to get out from the position and for them to have a peaceful life in another life and place.
—All of swords in Block tales is genderless and doesn't mind any pronouns, mostly used is they/them though but didn't mind if someone use other pronouns.
— Illumina speaks in third person because of long time being used by Telamon and it rubbed off to them naturally.
— Telamon/Shedletsky capable to put you out of host role but he decided not to, he wants you after all and that would bind you to him forever.
Warning!
There's OOC since I use website and I don't play the game.
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Chapter: Prologue.
"So like, can you explain to us where we are? Or does it not give you any familiarity?" You ask Illumina, who's now looking around while leading you, while Player stay close to your side since their sword is practically useless; it bounces off from the demon skin or just give a small scratch. Your wings ruffled a bit before decide to just tuck it into the hat, away from any gaze.
"No, dear [Name], Illumina doesn't recognize this place, but... The presence here surely delights Illumina very much!" Illumina answers your question; they didn't need the translation gem from you as they pick up the language easily. Not surprising, but it's one of the perks of being a sentient sword, you guess...
Player wasn't really pleased to be in an unknown place that they didn't know, and his inability to defend himself if she wanted to explore was agitating for them; if they couldn't protect themselves, then he couldn't protect you either. Her tail subconsciously wrapped on your hand in an attempt to anchor them in present time.
Illumina seems to pick up everything from their surroundings and turn to you with a smile, "Dear host, it seems like this world uses Bux as currency. Perhaps [Name] should exchange the gold bar they have; Illumina will guide the host to the place." You just nod at that, "That would be nice; I need some drink after all of this."
The sword just chuckles as they lead you to the supposed gold store; both of your hands are occupied with sword and tail, so they pull you by your forearm. You being a careful one, tug the player's jacket. "Come on, I already promised to buy you a sword, right?" You try to hype up Player, and he just nods lightly.
"To start with, everyone they look at right now are called Inphernals. They are humanoid weapons, if Illumina must say, like Illumina now!" You glance up at Illumina, who starts to explain to you about this unknown place called Inpherno and the universe called Inphinity. "Illumina believes that The Swords also have humanoids' bodies too, if [Name] wants to summon them."
"Ah, no need. I don't think my energy is enough to handle two at the same time." You laugh nervously; Player senses your nervousness, and their tail tightens on your hand as their eyes glare at Illumina. Illumina, on the other hand, glares back at Player with a strained smile; they always hate how you get to attach yourself toward Player more than the swords.
"And because of that, Inphernals have different language and appearance. They are born with gear and horns; Illumina's dear doesn't have one, so stay with Illumina, alright? Alright!" You didn't get any chance to answer before Illumina decided that you agree with them.
Three of them arrived at the supposed building for the gold store; it made accessories for horns mostly. You look around in awe mostly because of the aesthetics, "How pretty..." You murmur to yourself before Illumina drags you to the not-busy worker.
Illumina surely attracts much attention with how many eyes fall on them, mostly shock and confusion. Why would their deity drag someone casually without any malicious intention?
"Um... Hello, I have some gold bars in exchange for money. Is it okay?" You really mustered up the confidence to speak to the unoccupied worker; he looks shocked for a moment at Illumima before realizing what you said and nodding. You perk up and reach into your bag, pull out a heavy gold bar, and settle it carefully on the glass display. Illumina still has her charming smile while watching the interaction. 'How cute. It's a great decision for great Telamon to take interest in [Name] and for The Swords able to stay by the host's side forever.'
The worker was suspicious of why you would be bagging a gold bar that casually and suspecting that your gold is a fake one, but upon weighing it with his hand and using a scale too, your gold bar is in fact a real one; maybe even worth a hundred thousand bux. He wants to give you less money than he should since it's basically profit for him if you gave more to get more money.
Illumina seems to sense greed from the worker, and their lips almost tug into an angry frown before they compose themselves. The sword in your hand grasp start to pulse erratically, which made you flinch and look up at them. "You okay, Illumina?" you quietly ask them, concerned since it's rare for Illumina's sword to pulse that erratic.
The worker seems to pick up Illumina's heavy energy and gulp nervously; he decided to not do his plan; he doesn't want to burn into a crisp, and he knows how uncaring Deities can be. He walks back to you with a full money envelope. "Here's your money; do come by soon." He smiles politely, but there's a palpable nervousness on his body.
You smile back and accept the envelope. Illumina seems pleased by it as the sword hums in your grasp. Player sighs before dragging you out from the store, still remembering the route to the gear shop. The Illumina in your hand almost lost the grip before using your energy to made it levitate beside you. Illumina just frowned at that as they followed you both.
"Holy shit! Are you really that restless, Hero??" You're startled when you get dragged like that, and Player's answer is just some grumbles that you can't decipher. Illumina, on the other hand, seems to be in a bad mood again since your attention is not on them this time.
They arrived shortly at the shop; the shopkeeper that you noticed had the most monochrome outfit. The player looks around the shop, especially at the gear shop parts; you and Illumina look at the stickers that are being sold. You can't help but marvel at the cute & funny stickers; you take some, and there's even the GhostWalker too. The Illumina sword pulsed softly under your grasp, which made you look to the side and find them staring hard at the GhostWalker sticker in your hand.
"... How about I draw you too? Make it into a sticker too." You suggest that to Illumina, who seems to brighten up; you walk to the counter, and Player comes back with a seemingly good quality sword. You put your items along with Player's, "Together and paying in cash." You say that instinctively and reach into your bag to pay for the items.
The shopkeeper that you noticed had his right arm missing from elbow down, which made you curious about what happened. You perk up again when the total is being said; you quickly pay it accordingly. The workers seem tense while checking the items; it's not every day for someone to buy gear and have deity by their side too, you assumed.
He glances down at your hand and sees Illumina's weapon in your grasp; he narrows his gaze. His dislike for Illumina shimmers silently in his heart. Illumina, on the other hand, doesn't really care about the shopkeeper, but his gaze seems to intrigue them. 'Oh, to look with such scornful gaze... Illumina wonder if he has a connection with other Illumina in this world.' They chuckle.
The shopkeeper gritted his teeth at the chuckles, hastily took the money, and didn't engage further. Both you and Player walk out from the shop while Illumina lingers a bit longer, giving their polite smile to the shopkeeper. "Such distaste... Well, keep hating. Illumina likes that face." Suddenly, an item thrown to Illumina, but it passes their body.
Their hand gripped the shopkeeper's face tightly, earning a groan from him as Illumina eerily loomed over him. "Such curiosity and displeasure. Illumina wonder what they must have done to made him act like this... He's not a threat, but Illumina's eye is on him, Zuka." Zuka glares back fiercely, but Illumina's grip on him is iron before he gets thrown to the floor. "Why the hell are you with a mortal!? Really that desperate for something to fill that empty heart of yours that you would seek a lowly Inphernal?"
Those words are enough to stop Illumina for a moment before laughter bubbles in their throat, and a crackle pops in the air as it drops into some degrees. "Oh, don't insult Illumina's dear. They're not just a mere mortal nor lowly Inphernal; they're Swords dearest host." Their voice was no longer calm as it held more restrained anger; their hand reached out and grip his neck.
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Meanwhile, outside the shop, you wait for Illumina to walk out from the shop. Their desire to stay made you have no choice but to stay too; it would have made their mood worse since their body is connected to their weapon, and it weakens them if they're away from their weapon. You look at the sword; it glimmers under the light like a crystal—pretty yet dangerous.
Slowly but sudden, it rattles in your grip. A sense of dread washes over you, and you walk back into the shop fast; the lamps in the store flicker rapidly. "Zuka doesn't get to insult Illumina's dearest! He is insolent mortal!!—" "ILLUMINA!"
Illumina freezes at your voice and looks back to see your angry and disappointed face; they sneer for the last time to Zuka before pulling away their hand from his neck that's now bruised. Zuka coughs while leaning against the wall as he watches Illumina drift back to you, the same one that he indirectly or directly insulted.
"... You're really a hazard to society; I should've summoned Ice instead—" You jolt when Illumina grasps your hand, a gentleness that wasn't present when they choked someone a moment ago. Their faces say different things, as if pained to be this gentle. "Illumina will... Behave. Don't de-summon Illumina, [Name]."
Your frown is still visible, and that irked Illumina greatly. They turn around and mumble something to Zuka, "Sorry... For... Choking you, even though you deserve it." Shock was an understatement since Illumina rarely gave apologies with how high this deity pride is. It's not really an apology if you justified your action on it though.
You sigh heavily and approach the shopkeeper. "I am so sorry; I didn't think Illumina would do such a rash action to you. Let me heal you on behalf of my apology." You let the Illumina sword in your hand levitate away from you and pull out your spellbook. Illumina doesn't like being away from you and didn't even hold them.
At first Zuka backs away when you approach him; he may not be able to fight properly, but a soldier is still a soldier. You notice his wariness of your presence and stop a few steps away. "I'm here to heal you; I'm a helper, not a fighter. Do you need some proof? I have... My stats? If that can convince you?" You rub your nape awkwardly; your main purpose is to heal when you still in journey with Player, you also have records of helping enemies too but luckily they gave you kindness back.
Player once made you fight on his side. Safe to say, you almost die if not for your passive healing and healing items. You able to made a mild damage, that alone is impressive for someone that rarely fight. Since then, you try to polish up your fighting stance so you're not that helpless. That ends up you have a good damage attack while using weapon and wield it with your telekinesis spell.
You reach into your bag and show a card, your stats but also call card. You give it to him, "Here, it's very much updated, so don't worry about forgery." Zuka eyed it like it's a weapon before hesitantly grabbing it and reading into the card. What he found out was that you're a support side that's able to stun, attack, and heal but only using magic. There's no experience with physical attack that can be damaging.
"...Huh, a mage?" Zuka looks up with a stoic face while controlling his breathing to calm down. "Eh, that's the most I can do. I can wield a weapon, but not for a long time, maybe a few minutes?" you confess with embarrassment. Zuka can see that you're not harmless but rather easily feel remorse after attacking someone. What a moral to have, but he still wary of you nonetheless.
He's still apprehensive of you, but your sincere words let him accept it, albeit reluctantly. "Just tell me if it starts to get uncomfortable..." you murmur softly to him as your hand glows a soft green, and a healing spell spills out from your hand into his bruised neck. It's cold and made him shiver at the feeling; his hand subconsciously grips your forearm, and instead of hard skin and muscle, what greets his touch sense is soft muscle.
He relies on the touch senses to anchor his mind; you didn't mind it. Player walks back into the shop again; since you walk back inside too, they find themselves standing beside grumbling Illumina. "You really shouldn't have done that." Player signs to Illumina, who just glares harshly back at her. "Player doesn't get to talk... They would the same if they in Illumina's position." They sneer and cross their arms. "... Fair enough." player signs blankly with a subtle shrug.
"... There, all done. Is there any bruise that I need to know about? You pull away from him; you don't pull away from his grip on your forearm and let him steady himself first. The shopkeeper shakes his head and feels his body lighter than before. "No... Just got choked." He rasped out and realized how short you are when he stands at full height rather than leaning on something.
You get startled when the shop door swung open; before you saw who it was clearly when turn around, you got tackled to the floor. You yelp in pain by the sudden heavy weight as the person straddles your hips and pins you to the ground; you act on instinct and cover your face with your arms. You can feels the cold weight on your right side which you assumed a prosthetic.
The hat that was once on your head was knocked away; the person intended to yell at you but quickly caught at the sight of not a horn but wings instead. The silence is palpable; you sneak a peek and see a blue-horned inphernal who's now looking shocked. Illumina and Player were shocked at first, but Player took the first initiative; they pushed away the shocked blue-horned inphernal and pulled you close to her.
You get a bit dizzy by the sudden change and get a bit wobbly; the shopkeeper also keeps the blue horned Inphernal back from jumping you again. "Holy shit, I got jumped left and right..." You mumble to yourself as you lean against Player, a translucent hand covering your eyes and making your sight blurry, you instinctively reach up and touch the translucent hand. Illumina give a look to both Zuka and the inphernal that attacked you.
"You do not jump at people like that, Rocket." Zuka reprimanded Rocket; the one who got reprimanded sputtered in confusion. "B-but, why are you holding their hand like you're defending yourself from getting choked!?" He was quick to defend himself, and Zuka just sighed, "I was getting choked, but not by them... But by her." He points to Illumina with a steel gaze.
Rocket looked where his dad looked and found himself unable to move. Illumina's gaze wasn't harsh or fierce—it glowed with fury and hollowness that would threaten to swallow everything and everyone from its path. He subconsciously backed up, feeling a looming threat about to crash down on him if he didn't back away.
Before Illumina can lash out again, you quickly de-spawn Illumina's sword. The silence that followed was loud as you blinked away the disoriented feeling in your mind. "Oh, wow. That... Turns dangerous pretty fast..." You mutter as you pull Player's discarded hat back to you with your telekinesis spell; you wear it back and make the wing tucked into the hat again.
"... I'm sorry for that once again; I didn't know why they act like that. Never thought they would act like that so suddenly." You apologize to Zuka with a nervous smile, but Player frowns at that; your over-apologetic start irks them. "One question: Why are you being called as a host? By that self-centered deity too?"
The question that nagged Zuka finally spills out as he approaches you with a more neutral stance now; you didn't look that nervous now that the topic is being diverted. "It's a bit complicated... The Swords deemed my existence perfect to host them. I didn't know what they really see as 'perfect,' but here I am..."
"... Can we address the bigger issues here!? Why are you hornless? It's impossible to be alive without a horn by now, and what even is this?" Rocket points to your head and hair; you glance at Player, who also looks at you. "Uh... We're Robloxian?" You answer but hesitate since you don't know if they know about Robloxian since this is a different planet after all.
"What the phuck is Robloxian...?" Rocket swore under his breath before yelping at the sudden smack behind his head, "What was that!?" Zuka sighs before he turns to look at you, really look at you.
Your face is somewhat familiar... But where was it? You feel something tug your hand and look down to see a red tail from Player, "... Yeah, food would be good. We'll get going now; sorry again for the trouble." You wave your hand as Player guides you out from the shop.
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You and Player somehow arrived at the cafe; the hat shadowed your eyes almost entirely, so you just followed Player's guidance. You tilt the hat up slightly to see the surroundings; it wasn't crowded but was still full of chatter. The noises don't overwhelm you surprisingly, and you can't help but steal some glances at the horns that she encounters.
You jolt back when Player pokes your side; you notice that they're almost at the cashier, just one row of customers, and then it's their turn. You two walk forward and hear the conversation between the cashier and the customer. You only notice now that the person in front of them is wearing a skateboard helmet with horns protruding from it and also has a skateboard in his hand.
"Hey Sling! The usual is alright; Coil doesn't come since he saw 'anomaly' in his way." The red horn Inphernal shrugs with indifference on his face; the cashier that gets called Sling just nods, but there's a hint of concern before putting the order up, taking the cash from the customer.
"Next!" Slingshot cheerily waved us over; he looked shocked for a moment before he put on his customer service look. "Can we get [F/D] and..." You look at Player; he signs something to you. "Cold mocha. Also, we take pastries to go." You smile at him, Slingshot nods, and puts the order up.
Technically, you didn't have any small money and only the large number of money; you gave the 100 bucks to him. "Here, take the rest as a tip for you." Sling almost drops his jaw when he sees the money for only 20-buck items. "Omg, thank you!" He cries out to you as he almost jumps out from the counter to give you a hug.
You then get pulled by Player after taking the receipt from Slingshot; they take you to the quiet corner to take a rest. "Where's the feather?" Player signed to you, and that made you perk up, "Oh! It's on my hair, just... Yeah, on my hair." You card into the hat and grab the hidden feather before showing it to her.
The feather doesn't show any damage and stays pristine like a newly plucked one; you let the feather glide against your lip and feel the soft feather. "Sometimes I wonder why Shedletsky would give me this." I assumed it was only a gift, but... Maybe I'm just getting paranoid now." You sigh and tuck the feather behind your ear; it doesn't fall off easily, that you're sure of.
Player doesn't seem that surprised; she knows Shedletsky would pull this move to monitor your movement more, but... Can he monitor you when in another world? At least the admin would know where to find both of them. "So... Can we explore after this? I promise I won't try to fight anyone here." He moves his hand for you to read.
"Oh, sure! I just hope you'll be pacifist in this world, alright? Attack when necessary. I really don't want us to be fugitives here..." Player chuckles at your words; they know well how to keep you on edge constantly with her behavior before all of The Swords collecting. "Talking about fighting, I heard there's a tournament called 'Phighting.' Want to go there after exploring, or do you want to go now?"
A subtle chime rings in the player's mind when they hear that question; they think it over for a moment. You just wait for whatever Player's answer is; you'll always follow her wherever they go, especially when you have no one but him in this world except The Swords.
You perk up when the cashier brings the order to your table; your lips tug into a bright smile. "Thank you." The cashier nods and reciprocates your smile back. Player seems to back into reality and signs back to you. "We go to the tournament first; after that, we can explore." "Tournament first then..."
The cashier perks up at your words and can't help but join the talk, "Tournament? Are you interested in Phighting? There would be one after this hour; you should come and see!" Slingshot indirectly promotes the tournament, and you nod enthusiastically. "Then, can I have the route to there? My friend and I weren't … Local here." You sheepishly request it of him, and Player nods at that.
"Oh! Sure! But if I can ask, where did you two come from? You two look... unique,, if I must say." Slingshot grimaces at his own words; it's abnormal for Inphernal to have hair, after all, and you two have that category. You especially seem the weirder one since you wear a hat and he can't see any bump or horns that protrudes up or sideways; skin tone is is also in a different tint.
You thought of it for a moment; if you said you and Player came from Bizville, then it would be weird since there's no such place like that on this planet. You heard some whispers about Blackrock but said it was a notorious place to go for visit. You didn't know other regions being talked around; with that, you chose the Blackrock region.
"Oh, we're from Blackrock and here to explore. It's rare for us to get out from there, so we want to make it much for us." You answer with a hint of melancholy; Slingshot seems surprised by your answer. He knows few people that work or reside there, and it's a horrible place with how unfriendly those regions with harsh climates and death almost constant with how few Infernals are still deemed alive by now.
The player caught onto your lie quickly, but he also nods; she knows it's for better for both of them and as a safety measure too.
"I'm... Sorry for that?" He closed his eyes, yelling at himself internally for asking that in the first place, but his curiosity got the best of him. Maybe that would explain the mutation that you and your friend have. "Don't worry about it; we're here to stay and start a new life though! And Player said, your mocha taste delightful." You glance at Player, who signs that the drink is tasty, and deliver the words to Slingshot.
Slingshot brightened at the compliment, "Of course! This cafe serves every delicious meal and desserts you will ever encounter!" Slingshot bragged to you since he's the baker and made every recipe for the cafe; you can't help but chuckle and just nod exasperatedly. He decides to stay and chat with you more since it's not a busy day; there are not that many people who come into the cafe, for his luck.
Player just sits idly in their chair, watching you and the cashier—Slingshot already introduced himself—talking animatedly with you, occasionally humming and nodding to let both know that she's also listening. The topic wasn't that personal, just some generic thing to talk about.
You and Slingshot talk for almost half an hour surprisingly for just first time meeting, Player already got bored and drink all of her mocha by then and also take a bite of the pastry that you bought. They can't lie; it's a delicious pastry, different from one in the homeland, perhaps because of different ingredients.
"Ah! I didn't realize it's been half an hour we've been talking; I should go back to my work! Talk to you later, [Name]!" Slingshot realizes how much time he's wasting just for talking and excuses himself so he can get back to work again. You wave your hand to him before facing the sleepy player, "Guess I get a bit lost there. We can go now, if you want."
At that, Player is back awake again as their eyes show relief to be able to walk again. You grab the pastry and bite it while putting the rest into your bag. You also insisted that Player have some too in case he's hungry or needs some healing with them. In the end, Player put the pastries in her own bag.
Ever since you stuck with him on her journey, you've been the one who did the most healing for him, some through food or spell. They wander around the city now, the street packed with people—wait, it's Inphernal; you need to get adjusted to calling anyone Inphernal by now
You both notice some crowd in certain areas, and that seems to grab Player's interest with how fast she's tugging you with him. You just hold onto the hat real tight in case it suddenly flies away by the wind. "The wind is surely hard today, right?" You joke as still getting dragged by Player; you then realize there's a podium and two Inphernal are talking idly to the crowd.
"Oh? An idol? "Seems popular enough to have such a fan base..." you murmur as you gingerly take a step closer to Player's side when hearing some screaming from the crowd; you really hate crowds...
The yellow one is pretty energetic rather than the more composed one beside him; truly an idol to have a chance to speak with fans, a bit dangerous though since you don't know what the fans can do. "It's nice to see you all! Even to a newcomer too!" He winks in your direction, which made you confused. Player doesn't look that interested but is still listening.
"After this meet up, we'll do the tournament in this month! Buy your tickets to see the show! The prize today would be 5k bux!" The yellow Inphernal declare enthusiastically to the crowds, You nods at that, unaware that Player slips away from the crowd without you and wander off into the tournament building without ticket and successfully bypass the security.
Player tends to explore without thinking, would often leave you standing alone. You didn't mind when it's in familiar environment... She promises to himself to came back fast to you, they didn't trust themselves to leave you alone but he promise to find something useful, to feel useful for you. They've been helped beyond mere favors and that made him feels helpless of how to help you back too...
You, on the other hand, bought the tickets for you and Player. "Hey, I got the tickets—" You look to the side, expecting Player to be there, but there's no one. You froze and feel your heart drop from your ass, "What the hell?" You murmur to yourself, your heart picking up pace as you look around.
"Hero...?" Your voice grows meek as you walk around and hug yourself in an attempt at comfort. You always expect Player to wander around, but this is the worst timing to do that. You feel lost once more, feeling alone despite the crowds around you. You pocket the tickets into your messenger bag and focus to find Player first.
"Hero wouldn't leave me... Maybe they got lost too?" Your wings were getting a bit restless in the hat, but you kept it tight in the hat despite the growing weariness. You jumped when someone tapped your shoulder, and when you turned around to meet with the same yellow Inphernal.
"Hey! You look lost, not a local?" He chirps happily to you but keeps it down since he notices how agitated you are right now; you just shake your head. "I... I lost my friend. We were supposed to watch the tournament together..." You reply back softly; the Inphernal just nods at that before he realizes that you're going to watch the tournament.
"Hey! Probably your friend already got one or even joined the tournament! It's a fun team's fighting after all. He tries to cheer you up; your lips purse into a thin line before you just nod hesitantly. You hope Player didn't actually take the participants in the tournament; it's been years since Player did fighting after the journey.
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Player keeps walking, his gaze wandering on their surroundings. Her boots came to a halt when his eyes locked onto the group of Inphernal. 'Huh, I guess it's a team fight.' They walks closer, intended to sneak into the team.
The back of his hood got yanked backward abruptly; they choked from the sudden pressure on her neck before looking up. An Inphernal with a black witch hat with a green accent color inside the hat; that toothy grin seems to be mocking before he sneers at her bewildered face. "Oh? Did the little hero finally awake? Still searching for your angel?"
The blackened hand grip Player's neck tightly, a grip that show malice and hatred. "I wish you didn't wake up anymore but here you are, walking around here like you did nothing wrong. Like you didn't try to kill our angel you bastard—" He stops when realize he choked Player too hard and made her unconscious.
Those grin falters and turn into a rare scowl, "Still weak as ever, no wonder Telamon cursed you. But then, without you, we wouldn't met them. One that we have to be grateful of..." He frowned as he release their neck, a deep bruised marred her neck ugly.
His gaze trails down to the necklace on her neck, he pulls it unceremoniously and crush the gem easily but they pause at the smell that linger from the gemstone, the familiar Lua mixed with... Familiar scent. "Ah... It's been so long that I've smell that scent... They're with you after all of this time... Let make a surprise present for dearest angel then." He chuckles and bring Player somewhere else instead, he's being titled as deity of chaos for a reason...
"Hope you'll enjoy my present, [Name]."
To Be Continue...
Note: Yes, The Swords in Phighting connected with the one in Block Tales. Because of that, I made some changes but I don't make that much of drastic changes. And yes, The Swords in Phighting have some beef with Player.
Note/Warning: This is mainly Player x Reader, but there's brief Griefer/Brad x Reader in the beginning and one-sided Shedletsky x Reader, low self-esteem Reader lowkey, a bit of lack of communication between Player and Reader but it got resolved, self harm (?), and some sort of odd attachment by Ice Dagger.
Timeline: After done defeating Bubonic Plant
Player just stays rooted in his stance, watching how you try your best to help the helpless father. They glance down at the Venomshank that's lying on the ground and carelessly take it and store it in her backpack, ignoring the voices that are rotting in their mind.
"Please, let me help you too Mayor... You know how to reverse the Venomshank poison right? I'll help you for that." You kneel beside the crying old man, trying your best to calm down the Mayor. He said that he know how to reverse the poison from Venomshank but don't know if there's still available for his own son, your heart breaking at the crying Mayor before glancing up at the Bubonic plant as you can still see the glimpse of Brad's bright green jacket. The vine weakly wraps on your hand.
The plant let out a sound, almost painful, and you force yourself to not blame yourself for not preventing this from happening. "Don't worry, we'll meet again, and that next time will be in different circumstances." You gently push off the weak vines and turn back to Mayor Thaniyel. "Mayor, I'll go ask K.W. for an antidote for the Venomshank. I'll make sure to get it for your son."
Thaniyel just nods, a small smile of gratitude appear on his worn face. "You're such a kind person; it's truly a blessing for us to meet you." Those words made you pursed your lips thin quietly; you don't consider to be a kind person, not that you would thought of... You just nod as you walk back to the player who just stands silently, waiting for you to come back to them.
"... We need to report back to Mr. Shedletsky, and then we take a break." You suggest that to those who just nod silently; you feel strained, and lack of communication with Player doesn't help it either. Those gurgled whines from the bubonic plant made you flinch, but you keep walking; Player doesn't address it.
The path turns into nature; you focus on your phone as you send K.W. an apology for disturbing his work and want to request some antidote of Venomshank for Mayor Thaniyel's son. Player keeps glancing at you at every hour. Now that you notice it, you look up and give a wavering smile. "I'm fine, just a bit shaken after all of that..." you assure them softly, and for a moment you hope for her to give sign language, but you get another mechanical nod again.
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You and Player arrived at the Roblox HQ to report about retrieving the Venomshank; both you and Player are feeling tired after all of the fighting in Turitopulis.
Both of you walk into the Roblox HQ basement; you find the admin is using a cane now—you are glad that Shedletsky is recovering pretty well. "Hello, Mr. Shedletsky, we're back from Turitopulis..." You greet the admin politely with an exhausted smile. Player stays silent, not moving his mouth or hand.
Shedletsky, who seems to be waiting, perks up at your voice; his eyes brighten significantly before he composes himself back. "Ah, welcome! How's it? Any trouble?" He asks, mainly to you. That attention immediately makes you uncomfortable with the sudden direction; you then watch Player show their frustration while talking in sign language to the admin.
"Ah, my apologies... Let's calm down first, Player." Shedletsky reluctantly diverted his attention to them, calming down the frustrated Player. "Ah, so it seems like Brad is also experiencing some kind of vision... Like the Blackrock King said." You nod at that statement, eager to know more of the reason behind it.
The admin noticed your reaction and held back his chuckling before he spoke again, "Then, I'll use some of my spare time to investigate the cause of all this." You sigh in relief that it wouldn't be made worse to anyone who tries to wield the SFOTH swords. The player seems to be unaffected, but you'll keep a close eye on them.
"Mr. Shedletsky, can we take a break after this? We're tired, and I doubt I can function after all of that..." You made a request to the admin, hoping your wish came true. It's true that you're exhausted and doubt your stamina will be working if you keep pushing yourself. Shedletsky perks up once again as the small wings behind his ears flutter with giddiness. "Of course! I'll book one room for you two at the nearest hotel!"
"Thank you so much, Mr. Shedletsky! I am grateful for that, but please don't make the room too luxurious; we just want a rest for a day or two before going back. "You bow down in gratitude but are immediately pulled into a hug; you freeze as the admin rambles while still holding you against his body.
'How cute of you, how you get such barely an affection and didn't even know how to reciprocate it...' Shedletsky thought to himself as he watched you struggling to comprehend what's happening before just letting him hold you; he's a bit disappointed, but it's progress. He then lets you go and pats your shoulder. "Well then! Go rest and go back here whenever you two are ready, alright? Alright!"
You're a bit disoriented but slowly compose yourself and give the admin a small yet awkward smile. "Yeah, we'll be back here when we're ready..." you murmur before following Player who's already walking out from the building. You wish that Player would pull you out from that awkward situation, but you brush it off quickly. 'Don't think like that; don't act immature now, [Name].'
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The hotel is luckily a regular one with a twin bed; last time you both were given a luxurious one and got overwhelmed in a flash.
You crash into the bed after the player claims their own, your bag carefully placed beside your bed. You turn your face to the side and see Player hastily walking into the bedroom; you get up slowly, your body still sore after all of the straining movement. You look into your messenger bag and pull out the Ice Dagger.
"... Hey, can you really talk or just on occasion?" You murmur to the cold dagger; you tilt the dagger as it flashes your face on the blade before it flickers to the familiar face. "Oh, didn't think you would talk to me willingly. What is it now, dear?" Those words feel mocking to you. "Why... Have you chosen me? I'm not... that strong or quick-minded; there are plenty of people that would be the perfect one..."
Those questions ring oddly loud for you as you keep staring at the dagger. Ice was silent for a moment before they chuckled, yet those voices seem to soften. "Ah, my dear, don't be low-spirited now. I chose you for a reason, and that reason will be answered in the future~" They cooed to you, and your breath hitched, how odd for a sentient dagger talk to you like that... You shook it off and put the dagger carefully next to her messenger bag.
'What...? Why me?? What reason? Why does it need to be kept silent!? I... I need to calm down; this is getting ridiculous.' You calm down your breathing, and you grip your chest tightly and slowly and forcefully, calming your heart down. The Ice Dagger was an odd sentient sword; his act looks and sounds eerie, too cheerful yet hollow of emotion.
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One, the Blackrock king stabs you directly in your chest and one inch away from your heart; your ribcage is almost shattered and fractured heavily. You still remembered how you trembled violently as the king clung onto you and yelled for a healer; you searched for Player that just standing a bit far away with a shocked and stunned face, it's the last thing you see before black out.
Two, the sword—or rather a dagger—is talking to you in your mind. You thought you already lost your mind after the near-death situation, just to get surprised by a silhouette of a person hovering above you. You were afraid that you couldn't join Player's journey and would be tossed into a mental hospital; Ice was just laughing at your pathetic self before calming down a bit.
They introduce themselves as Ice Dagger, the one that's the dagger itself. They said that they chose you to be his vessel so you and Ice are in one body. You were distraught, but Ice assures you that nothing bad will happen when you have her at your side.
Safe to say, you're afraid and almost sobbing hard from fear and distress. Ice doesn't expect you to act like that and slowly tone himself down, act more formal and calmer side, and don't do mischievous things that can rust your trust in her. If Ice wants to feel full power, they need most of your trust and willingness to contact them.
You then notice it's been 2 hours and Player doesn't come out from the bathroom; you start to get worried now. You get up from the bed despite the weariness settled deep in your bones, and you slowly walk up to the bathroom.
Your hand knocks on the door. "Player? Are you alright in there? It's been 2 hours now..." you ask in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle Player from whatever they're doing inside the bathroom. You didn't get any answer or sound; it started to get concerning for you.
You then try the knob, and it wasn't locked surprisingly. "I'll come in, Player," you announce softly before pushing the door open. You freeze at the sight of blood on the marble floors and the smear on the sink. The amount is concerning as you see the player gripping behind their ear and other wounds on their arm; you slowly approach them like a wounded animal.
"Hey... What happened?" you ask them, who just stay silent, and you notice their breathing is laboured. You take a small towel on the sink and clean up the blood and some smears; you walk out of the bathroom for a moment.
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Player just stay at the corner of the bathroom, their backs pressed against the cold bathtub. They just ripped out the small wings behind their ears; he hates those wings. He despises how those wings are always associated with the admin that repeatedly tortures him with the time loop.
They're in disbelief that they were able to get a rest for the first time after you requested it from the admin; he didn't expect that fucking admin to soften to you. Venomshank's words keep repeating in her head: how useless they are, how they're clinging on you just to feel normal, how they're fucking pathetic to cry like a failure as they've always been—
Their head snaps up when they hear the door unlocked; he remembers that he locked the door... This hotel door fucking sucks. They watch how you approach them with concern, the same one as how you look at anyone. You didn't look at him with pity or revulsion; you looked with care that feel gentle and grounding.
They didn't even realize their dull and grown nails were digging into their skin so hard that it bruised and wounded their arms; her eye watches you clean up the blood before walking out of the bathroom. Player assumed that you would just act like nothing happened but perk up again when you walk back into the bathroom while bringing gauze and other things.
"Hey, we need to clean the cuts first. Would you allow me? Or do you want to wait for a minute to process everything first?" You softly speak to them, giving Player a place to choose if they want you to touch them or not. You didn't want to pressure them to do anything while they're in a distress situation like this. Player is silent for a moment before they shake their head.
You didn't sigh in disappointment or frustration; you learned to take one step at a time. Jerry said that to you. You then put the items between you and them as you give some space for Player; the silence doesn't feel suffocating as you and Player would have thought.
You stare at the dull-colored ceiling; the corner shows peeling paint. Something mundane that you would find in every hotel room... "Well, you know. I was scared too, about this journey if I'm being honest, Player..." You admit to them, who snap their head to you, confused about why the sudden confession. "At first, I was ecstatic that I'm able to have a journey with someone for the first time."
"And then, I start to see how you defended me as a journey partner, not just a burden. I improved to fit to be your side, I... Really wish to understand you." Your words came out sincere and almost raw. How you look up at their bravery, his confidence, and her capability to speak up when in need.
Player is stunned at your confession and realize why you're really eager to prove yourself to them and how you get a bit try-hard to help her in a fight and even in a puzzle. That oddly warms his heart in a way...
They thought you're one that Shedletsky sent to make his route burdensome; she's not blind with how much favor you get after the first Sword from SFOTH, achieved from Blackrock King. He envies how you get the easy way, but it seems like his envy darkens his view of your feelings too.
"But that's not my job to vent to you, I'm here in wish to help you. I hope I'm able to help you even though you seen to hate me..." You quickly clarify it to them and whisper to yourself in the end, not wanting to worry anyone with your problem, that's the least you want right now. You glance at the start to dried cuts. "Hey, I suggest cleaning the cuts. Do you want to clean it by yourself or do you want me to help you clean it up?"
Player looks at his scarred and wounded arms before offering them to you. You are surprised that they allow you to clean them but immediately jump into action. You carefully clean the cuts; the dried blood washes off with a gentle rub. You also make sure the water is not too cold for them. The atmosphere is calming for both of you, enjoying each other's company for the first time without feeling awkward or just one-sided.
Player just watches you clean their cuts, applying the sterile saline to the cuts before applying the gauze. You wrap it tight but still make sure their arms are still able to breathe. They can't lie; the wrap is pretty neat. You lift your both hand to their head, pausing the gesture for their permission. A nod is enough as your hand hover behind her ear.
The wound wasn't severe but you realize that the wound wasn't inflicted by scratching or blunt object, it's a wings base on their head. Your wings momentarily flutter in concern as you focus on healing him first, knit back the wound and leave a faint scar. You want to say something, anything but your lips zipped shut, for your own good.
"Thank you..." You jumped at the hushed and almost inaudible voice from Player, and here you thought he was really mute at the start. "Oh jeez, you scared me there..." You muttered under your breath, and Player snickers at your jumpy self. They can talk, but it made their throat sore pretty fast and made them cough like crazy. They didn't know why that happened, it start to get bad in every loop she gone through.
"Sorry, didn't think it would startle you that much." Player changes into sign language before they pause to see your reaction; she never uses it with you and afraid that you won't be able to understand them. You shake your head. "Don't worry about it; I can understand sign language, so don't worry about it!"
Player nods at that, their lips curving into a smile for the first time. You were delighted as a soft blush coated your face. "You have a good smile!" You cover your mouth immediately in embarrassment and yelp out an apology for the sudden words.
'How cute...' Player thought to themselves as they watch you walk out from the bathroom to give her some space; they look at the mirror and see the green accent silhouette beside them. Their lips tug into a frown again. 'What do you want?' Their words a sharp and unapologetic tone in their own mind.
A sharp cackle rips into their mind, "Don't you see that, Player? So trusting... So naive... A little trick would be funny, watching their confusion and fear would be entertaining!~" Their voice is like poison in their mind, rotting and embedded into the core of someone's soul until it's dead. 'No... They're my companion. Besides, Ice Dagger would hate that you try to kill them.'
Player is aware that the dagger that you wield has some sort of connection; they see how the dagger will continuously heal both you and Player whenever you hold it without break. The silhouette hums at that before disappearing into thin air, leaving Player alone in silence.
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Player found themselves not asleep in their bed; he looked to the side and found you already passed out cold with your face smothered by the pillow. Their minds wander for a moment before deciding to get up; the wound behind her ear is already healed thanks to your healing.
They're surprised that you didn't get nosy with his privacy yet; curiosity would lead into that. She's ready and bracing herself from the question after question you would like to ask like to Terry or even the Blackrock King. They see your chattier side occasionally but seem hesitant when you want to talk with them, maybe because they keep pushing you away?
Their eyes drift down to the dagger that lies against your messenger bag. He narrows his gaze; he remembers how you sometimes say something out of the ordinary when in a fight. Like:
"Oh, it's been a while I've been fighting something like this..."
"Let me heal you; it would be hard if we were both injured like this."
"Fucking moron..."
"I'll rip your fucking spine out and beat you to death with it!!"
^ [Context: Your health almost reach zero.]
Your voice sounds... clinical, too calm, and lacking emotion except when the damage too severe then you start to get angry. As if someone speaks from your mouth and doesn't give a damn to pretend as you, it feels different from what you are, full of emotion and rarely get riled up.
They sigh and slowly get up from the bed, their feet touching the cold wooden floor before dragging them to your bedside. They were hesitant at first but finally gave in and shook your shoulder; you groan before looking up at Player, who's now standing beside your bed.
"Yeah? Is there something wrong? Did Mr. Shedletsky call us in the middle of the night again?" You muttered sleepily, and Player paused for a moment before he shook his head. "Can we sleep together? Just only this time..." She whispers to you quietly, not wanting to sore his throat entirely.
You took a moment to process their words first before you opened your arms under the blanket, "Come here before I pass out again..." Player doesn't waste any second and slips under the blanket, feeling their head press against your chest lightly. For a moment, Player can feel the silence no longer feels oppressive, a sense of normalcy that they would crave every day if possible.
The steady heartbeat was more audible than they thought, a rhythm that he would often find odd but slowly lean into your chest to hear more of it. Their arms wrapped on your torso lightly before freezing when you moved slightly and put your leg above his hips, feeling you start to curl into fetal position while still holding her close to you.
Your consistent breathing brushes into their hair; such a sensation brings an odd comfort for Player. 'Maybe... I am touch-starved, and I haven't found the right person... Maybe you could change that, [Name].' Player will figure it out as time goes by; they can feel their eyes begin to get heavy. Before they realize it, they fall asleep soundly in each other's embrace.
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Venomshank just watches the scene with an unamused face; he then looks to the side and finds Ice Dagger chilling while humming an off-key tune. "So, why did you choose this weak halfling as your vessel?" She gives a snarky question to Ice; the one being questioned just smiles. "Oh, don't underestimate who I've chosen now, Venom. You don't see how much they're being favored by our creator?"
"I fucking see that! Your reason doesn't match your trait to even choose this halfling!! Do you even know that they bring bad luck to us?!" Venom snaps back at Ice, who just looks amused at the sudden outburst; it's rare that mischievous Venom gets this riled up. "Just you see when being wielded by them, you'll feel the tasty power coursing in your body." Ice admits to Venom, who just looks at her like he just said something absurd.
"Did your guardian chip you that badly to make you act like this?" Venom backed away slightly, feeling outright ridiculous at Ice's behavior. That ticks Ice off a bit. "We can't get chipped or break Venom; they just feel... right. Like when we are still in our creator's grasp, like an angel..." Their voices slowly die down. Ice really didn't know what compelled her to make you to be their vessel.
Was it the warmth when feeling your core at the time you got stabbed in the chest with the Ice Dagger? Was it an attachment of your feelings? Or was it familiarity that they craved deeply? It feels wrong yet also right at the same time. She hears you hesitant to congratulate his effort to help you and Player; that's irritating, but slowly get a bit addictive as they hear you get more confident with your words to flatter and praise her contribution.
It feels confusing for them to feel like this; he doesn't like the feeling, yet her mind keeps begging for more of it. 'Fucking hell, what did you do to me, [Name]?' He sighs harshly and watches Venom wandering off, maybe others would see their vision too of why she chose you as the vessel...
Venom wasn't that worried seeing Ice going quiet, as he's the quietest among others, but they can't help but be curious. Ever since you wielded the Ice Dagger, the sentient dagger started to get odd and get more willing and easy with you. That's one thing that every Swords doesn't willingly give: their compliance, especially to some mere wielder.
Maybe the next time they're being wielded by you, they'll test your endurance and probably try to corrupt your soul with poison too. It's not rare for Venomshank to corrupt and poison their guardian when they get bored or by pure malice. The SFOTH Swords are never kind towards mortals except for the tolerance to their guardian.
They remembered how Ice Dagger purposefully used more power than necessary and made the effect impact the Blackrock king heavily; ice immediately sprouts from his body as voices that Ice made start to haunt the king's mind. Ice doesn't talk the rest of the story, oddly enough.
'Such an odd halfling you are. Already got Ice wrapped around your little finger... I wonder what made you so special for her to act like that?~'
What the hell am I on last night?? I made a player x reader as a filler and it reached 2.5k words in just one sitting 👀. I ended up yapping and made it into a Block Tales Chapter instead, not that I'm complaining of...
Btw, I made Illumina in my style [Block Tales version]. The design purely mixed of my own and the Phighting version, I will later up the design in Gacha but for now, just them.
This design wasn't permanent, there would be some tweaks I would made in the future but for now just this.
Player use She/He/They | no specific gender/Genderfluid/agender
Reader use You/Your or They/Them | no specific gender/ Genderfluid/Agender
BT!Reader have a relative medium wing behind ear.
Heavily on of Looping!Player.
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Chapter: one
[Name] wasn't really that popular other than being a host of the swords, different from Player, who's more popular to everyone as the hero, and you as the side piece. Player doesn't treat you any different until now, she accepts what you are despite the title.
After all, you're their first light after all of the loops they've been suffering and finally ended. You helped her without seeing any difference; they can see how eager of you to help him in any way; it made their heart flutter softly tenderly. It made them want to be with you; the new feeling made his body lighter because of you.
They can see your being as a halfling and being named "The False Angel" and that made everyone believe that every hafling like yours would bear such 'cruel' and 'deceitful' nature. But she knows... They know that it's not true; you're anything but cruel and deceitful.
He can still remember how panicked you were when she grabbed the Ghostwalker rashly, how caring you were when they were hurt, how... Your gentle touch that capable melt his heart and forget every pain they've been enduring...
But now, after collecting the swords. They get a bit agitated because he knows every pain he's been enduring came crashing down on them as she watched you being offered by Shedletsky to stay with him or stay with Player. She's very sure that you'll choose the first rather than the latter, but their minds stop at your hands clinging onto them. They were shocked that you would rather choose a broken soul like her rather than be taken under the wing of one powerful deity... Yes, he knows.
He knows that Shedletsky or rather Telamon pretend to be a mortal, they already seen him multiple time reveal himself as Telamon or Shedletsky to her directly.
Now they know you also see her as your light too, clinging onto each other until death do you two part. Their gaze lifts to see the bristled admin, eyes flashing gold in a moment. With that, he promised to himself to stay and never let go again, not in this timeline.
You, on the other hand, are glad that the admin forcefully agreed to let you stay with Player. She's your light that wouldn't flicker with doubt about your nature or rumors; with that, you offered everything you have to them. They're your hero after all. Shedletsky calls you over to his building again and offers you his feather, the gold and sharp tip of brown color mixed together well. You hesitantly accept it after a hard stare being given by the admin.
That feather allowed him to monitor you, a part of him that would never let go of his angel. He's deliberate when giving you a piece of his feather, he chose the prettiest one for the radiant Angel that once smile to him when he's pretending on the lowest.
Builderman is back to the building; he's grateful to be back and to Player too for saving him. Player wasn't that thrilled with how flat their face is that you need to check if she's still conscious or not; luckily, he responded to your call. Your call card is available to Player, and they intend to keep it that way; you didn't mind, as you're their helper after all.
Even though the swords deemed you as a host, Player is still able to use the swords' card and make the same abilities they always see in every loop, but it seems like the swords are a bit eager when you use them when attacking a foe. That tends to overwhelm your body and chip away quarter of your health instead your energy, making you mostly stay as support and attack when necessary since your health bar not that tough compare with Player.
You sometimes visit Griefer after the Venomshank incident; he surely is a bit different from when you first met him. He surprisingly can make a boquet of flowers and give them to you. Kyoko is also with you when you visit Turitopulis. Players tag along with you too, not wanting to lose sight of you; they still want you alive and not getting reckless, but she knows well that Swords are protective of you with how many times it's had saved you from danger.
One day, you're just sitting on a beach with Player and Griefer since he's stubborn enough to convince both you and Player to tag along, not like he wants to spend time with you too. You look to the side and catch Griefer looking at you before he jolts and turns away fast; you can just chuckle and ruffle his hair — or rather, his green leaves — and you can hear him grumbling under his breath but doesn't push your hand away.
Player looks to your side, finding you messing with the griefer again. They smile subtly and lean their heads against your shoulder; it's been a while since the three of them have gone out together, even though at first he was the ones who objected for Griefer to tag along. The player feels safe in your presence; you're her helper — the hero's helper.
You notice that Player leans into your shoulder, and you let him scoot closer to you. 'Oh damn, you really got both of them in your grasp, don't you~' Venomshank tease in your head as his translucent body hovers behind you; you just chuckles silently but Venom keeps bothering you which start to get annoying. Ice Dagger form morphs beside Venom and drag her away, Venom just laughing at something he just said like the funniest joke they ever said.
Out of all of them, you trust Ice Dagger the most since they're the first one you got and proved to be a trusted one. Not that you didn't trust others; they just get a bit too much for you, especially when you're their 'perfect' and 'good' host for them. Because of that, they tend to be... Overdone it with their capability, not something you need to overthink for now though.
Three of you just watch the sunset together in peace... A scream makes three of you jolt back into reality and quickly get up from the sands; you look around where the scream supposedly occurred and walk there quickly. You don't know what you expect to find, but there's a thief robbing a street person; you can feel your feet taking you to chase the thief.
Griefer and Player seem to catch on to what you want to do and run first; both of them have greater stamina than you. Both of them caught the thief as you slightly panted, wings quivering from exertion. "Shit... I never..." You try to get your breathing in control again; a mage that has greater energy than stamina—that's what you are.
Griefer, take control of holding the thief from running away again while Player checks up on you; their hands make some gesture—sign language. "Are you okay? Need assistance or a rest?" They're worried since you've never been this out of breath before; despite the low stamina, you just nod and give a shaky thumbs-up.
"I'm... I'm fine; probably need more exercise." You straighten up your body and see Griefer already gave back the purse to the stolen person; you can't help but smile at that, and Player chuckles silently at the sight too. The thief seems to reach something in his pocket, and you caught on to that; you quickly try to reach out to Griefer, but it seems like the thief aims it at you.
A loud shot ringing in your ear as pain shot up from your side, you can hear Griefer shout either to you or the thief. Player, on the other hand, froze before frantically try to reach out to grab you, but both of you seemed to fall into some portal, a broken portal.
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Player shot up from unconsciousness—feeling a headache immediately—as they held their head in her hand; he blinked rapidly as their vision cleared up and looked around. The surroundings are unfamiliar; he looks down to his side and finds you still unconscious, and the wound fortunately gets healed by the Ice Dagger.
Player reaches out to touch your face, finger under your nose, feeling the faint breathing. They sigh in relief but freeze when she feel something move behind him. They look behind and see a tail—a red tail. He furrowed their eyebrows at that and touched under her hat, feeling a small horn protrude from their head.
'Why do I have a horn? I thought... Did hatred come back again?' They thought to themselves before snapping out when he heard you groan in pain; you slowly get up from the concrete floor. "Damn, never thought I would get shot like that. At least bring me to dinner first." You mumble to yourself as you look around and find Player staring hard at you.
"Um, Hero? Are you alright there? Or did that face planted make my face unrecognizable?" You scratch your cheek in confusion with a hint of joke at Player's sudden silence—you know he wasn't mute but preferred to use sign language, but this is a different type of silence. He then takes off his hat and puts it on you instead; you were utterly confused at that.
"Hero—" Your words cut off when they push you behind them and pull out her sword; you look over his shoulder and find... A person? With dual-color horns, your wings flutter subconsciously. Both Player and the new person just stare at each other before Player pulls a move, swinging it to the person — which startled you, but both of you are surprised when the sword does a little damage only and just leave a small scratch on the skin.
"Wha!? First of all, don't attack people like that, Hero!!" You sputter out and pull back Player from that confused and startled person; you didn't expect Player to attack without any bit of provocation. Player looks at you before signing something to you, and that something made you gasp in mock surprise and anger, "Don't give me attitude after all of that!"
While you two are bickering, the horned person is stunned since what he hears is not the language he can understand—too ancient—and you two have such mutations like hair? What he notices more is that both have weird tint on skin color and one has... Are those wings? He doesn't want to get himself in elbow-deep trouble and turn around and run away.
You notice that the horned person is gone by now; your voice slowly died down, and Player also did the same because he has a headache after arguing with you. You then notice that all people when you look around have horns; you touch your head and find none. The player notices your movement but doesn't say anything—what can she even say? He doesn't even know where they are right now.
"Hm... Their language is... different. I can't recognize it anywhere." You pull Player with you as you two walk out from the alley; everyone looks entirely different, which made you two like a sore thumb. Player looks around too, taking note that it would be valuable for them to get back.
You pull out your mage book from your messenger bag, flipping through pages after pages, and find a translation spell. "Let's... find a place so I can do this spell; we can't walk around and speak like a crazy person." You glance at Player who's staring at the gears shop; you assume they're eyeing the swords display.
"Let's find out this world currency first; then we can go to shop, Hero." You tug his hand with an exasperated smile, and she looks back to you with a slow nod; both of you found a bench to sit for a moment. You then started to do the spell with, fortunately, more than enough energy inside you; it was made into a necklace and Player was made to wear it first.
"Start speaking; I need to make sure." You urge them before you realize something. "Shit, I mean, sign something for me. It also affects your sign language too, so don't worry." Player can't help but snicker at your forgetful charm; they then start to sign something to you, and you confirm that you can't decipher what she's saying to you.
"Well, that means it works?" You're not sure, and Player just shrugs; you just sigh and make one for yourself. It's like matching necklaces now that you realize it. "Hey, we're matching now. Not that we did it often, though." You sweat drop as you remember how persistent you were in the past to match each other but end up not doing it until now.
Player was silent for a moment before he smiled and nodded; the necklace itself is more of a gemstone [ Lua gemstone, it's not like you and Player know it yet, The Swords are aware of it ] mainly with a thin silver chain. You then remember something and pull up your clothes slightly, finding the gun wound is mostly healed but the blue tint still lingers on your skin. Player momentarily frowns at the sight, their hands clenching tightly at the memory.
"One thing I didn't expect from the thief was that he would pull up the gun and shoot me instead; random aim, I must say." You sigh and pull down your clothes, straightening them from more wrinkles. "I hope Brad doesn't blame himself too much now..." You murmur and lean against the bench. Player notices your change of feeling, and his tail wraps on your ankle loosely.
You notice it but don't say anything; you don't want to break the comfortable silence between each other. "... One thing I'm curious about now, can we exchange gold for their currency?" Your wings flap noticeably at that thought before looking at Player, who is already looking at you with a smile. He purposefully didn't say about the currency being used when he take a look at the price display, they want you to talk more with her even just a bit.
"Well, should we search or ask? We look... odd compare with others; they seem to have horns, and some even have animal features. We also have hair, which is a... major one since they seem hairless by far in my observation except the ones that have animal features—" Your words caught in your throat when a face inches close to your face; you jump in surprise at that. Illumina hums, which seems like confirmation; their translucent body is more solid, which is surprising for you.
Player seems to see Illumina too. Illumina smiles lightly before speak again, "It seems like... The Swords presence here are stronger than ever; Illumina's body is even more solid and manages to scare The Swords dear host." You are just holding your chest in an attempt to calm yourself down; Illumina tends to speak in the third person—they pick up from Telamon, who often speaks in the third person.
"Summon Illumina, dear host, please?" Illumina requests that of you, a curiosity that is almost palpable. You pray that this sword won't do anything hazard or dangerous. You touch your abdomen, a small glow appears under your palm before a hilt of a sword appears; you grab it and pull it out from your body. Illumina seems giddy as they don't float anymore, their feet solid on the ground, and walks closer to you.
You cough a bit; summoning a sword can be a bit extreme, but you can manage it; it still makes you disoriented and a bit unwell. Illumina hugs you unexpectedly, their wings wrap around you, "Finally, Illumina is able to hug The Swords dearest host. Such warmth is a delicate thing to have, especially from [Name]." They purr as their height towers you easily.
"Oh... You're welcome?" You try to look up but fail since Illumina keeps your head under their chin. Player, on the other hand, froze at the sight of Illumina; they always thought you had already gone crazy when you said the swords talked to you like sentient things. She got proven wrong once again.
To Be Continue...
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