Okay so like @fragmentedtale-official-blog is one of my new fave. The tension, Horror being the closest to change for the better. *falls apart* Be still my heart. *gets back up* anyway here is something for you. I couldn't really pair Fragments with my Ink (Stone) or Error (Titan) they are quite busy. But who knows you might like this one's company.
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"-t" Amelia reached for a cloth but it was too late. Her eyes flashed in white and memories of old friends breaking down. She grips her arms for a moment as she lets herself sigh. "I was talking."
You wouldn't have liked his answer. Also, you are needed somewhere. Amelia stared down her creator as the mask almost flickered. "Yeah needed! Like if anyone truly ever needed me. You just wanted to have fun." The Creator just floated by looking almost apologetic?
"That one's new? .... wait why can't I think of a pun?" The voice filled with static as affect rolled into an empty one. Amelia looked back as her hair burst into flame. A hand shot through her chest, made of graphite and chicken scratch. Amelia immediately took the hand to pull it out. A sketch version of herself stumbled out only to be roughly pulled back inside Amelia's soul in the same movement. "You had your chance."
With a breath, Amelia went to the source of the memory. Shoes follow slippers crunching against snow. Her hand on a tree where skeletal fingers took as support. Amelia saw the skeleton in question. A save points break by a knife and memories of all aus pours through. Cold, warm, life, death, everything, nothing, water, fire, earth, air, patience, bravery, integrity, perseverance, justice, determination. Passiveness, recklessness, stubbornness, ruthlessness, vengeance, and determination. Sorrow, Happiness, Dreams, Nightmares, Creativity, Destruction. Amelia falls and she only sees white for far too long. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, dec- "Hey are you okay?"
Amelia stared at the skeletal hand around her scarf, that caused it to move enough to let her smell the faint remnant of spaghetti. She tries to focus on his blue glove that slowly has the graphite washed from it. The memories kept forcing themselves back to her eyes. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Amelia jumped backwards as she landed on her heels straightening her back to lend her hand out with a smile. "My name is Amelia, Knife ta Meat yah." She at least earned a chuckle. Why don't I know more? Amelia smiled went strained as she tried to keep the façade.
As he tried to shake her hand tazer, needle, Amelia took her hand away like if she touched water. To end up making finger guns and mimick shooting. "To slow." Fragments roll his eyelight in clear annoyance, hiding his hand and the gag tied to it in his pocket. Guess he just had a woopee cushion. His code is so jumble she can't focus at all. Skeletal hand give a notebook with Dust name on it. The smell of blood and dust fills the air as a voice. "STOP!!!!" Amelia grips her hair until she can see the snow and Fragments concern face shifts slowly to suspicion. She takes a deep breath and smiled nonchalantly again. "Welp I took to much of your time. I wouldn't want to have Error bust me in." She starts walking away Should I try to help? Amelia twirled around and bent forward with her hands behind her back and a cheeky smile. "Nope, have fun."
In a flash, she left until she fell hard on the snow behind two dog houses. "That's what you needed me for?" No not really. But it is better to get it out of the way now.
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Geez will I ever be able to just post without problems?
Overall Design
Face and black glove
Blue glove
Slippers
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Amelia/TheCreator/Draft2: Me