not tryna pressure u or anythin but i just really wanna know if u plannin to write for d3rlord3 cuz i see you 👀
I love you sm ( plate onic) please dont get the curse
And lowkey i goon to him too cuz smart characters are hot and cahrming
D3rlord thinks letting you tag along is generous enough.
Often times he's already solved the mysterious room/puzzle you're standing in before you've even figured out what you're looking at and he doesn't bother explaining. As if he just forgets to clue you in on any of it, like whatever niche mechanic he was exploiting this time was obvious enough.
He found you a few hours ago slumped near one of the first golden gates, still and unconscious. He almost wanted to believe you were some kinda fake or an 'entity' that was pretending to be a player, all a part of another elaborate trap to get him… but surprisingly you're not. You truly were just another poor soul trapped in this world that's shouldn't exist just like he is.
You being a real person is… inconvenient. Fake things are easy, fake things follow rules, fake things can be outplayed. But a real person? A real person complicates things…
So when he found you at the start of the golden gates, your feet stumbling, voice small, "Hello? Where am I—W-Who are you?"
He did not answer. He simply turned and walked away.
But of course, much to his dismay you ended up following him, far enough to not get in his way but also close enough for him to notice. He didn't make for very good company, but what other choice did you have?
The next gate doesn’t open so much as swallow you, and the light drops off instantly like someone flipped the world off.
“Wait—” your voice comes out smaller than you meant. “…where’d you go? I can’t see anything.”
A pause, then somewhere ahead of you, you hear his voice. Low, distant and already moving.
“Make sure your brightness up to 100%.”
You blink into the dark. “…my what?”
Silence… Then a quiet exhale, tired and annoyed.
He trails off, he feels stupid explaining something so fundamental. It nowhere near takes all the knowledge in the universe to turn your minecraft video brightness up.
Another pause, longer this time. You can almost feel him thinking, recalculating, something shifting behind the silence.
A quiet sound. Frustration maybe, or confusion. “…just…” He stops himself.
You then hear stone footsteps coming back. You barely see him before he’s close, just the outline of gold and red in all that nothing.
His hand closes around your wrist. Firm, not rough, but not gentle either. Like he expects you to pull away.
You don’t, you just wait in the darkness for his next elaborate explanation. But the contact feels almost accidental, almost reluctant in a way.
He hesitates, just for a second. Then he pulls your hand forward. Lets your fingers catch on something fabric.
“…hold onto…this.” His red cape. And then he’s already moving again while pulling you forward. No longer dragging or guiding but not leaving you behind anymore.
He never looks back, never checks if you're still there, but he adjusts his pace just enough so that you don't fall behind.
Don't get it wrong, he didn't consiously decide to be kind towards you. He just fails at treating you like a system, how he'd treat anything in this world. The biggest thing however is he doesn't let go.
“…thanks.” It comes out quieter than you meant, like you’re not sure if you’re allowed to say it.
For a second, nothing. Then a low hum, one barely there.
And then he keeps walking.
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