Tape tore off his cuffs and lunged at Loki, eyes blazing and teeth glaring in the light. Echo started to scream, Loki seemed surprised, Katie stared in horror, Fahrenheit bit her lip, Celsius’s breath froze, Pandora quietly comforted Wisp, who shook violently, and then there was Ŧh𝕚ng. Ŧh𝕚ng simply watched, non-existent bile rising in their throat as the chaos broke.
They blinked.
And it was over.
Tape was thrown back into the wall, shrieking in agony as blood flew off his shoulder in a perfect line. Loki stood stunned, unmoving and confused. Ŧh𝕚ng followed his line of sight, and saw what caused the action.
A figure that was not there before now stood between Loki and Tape. A knife was in their hand, straight out to the side as if they had just swiped their air as dramatically as possible (in hindsight, that was probably exactly what had happened). Power radiated off the individual like a swarm of wasps, stinging and lunging at whatever dared to go towards their queen. A thin, slender tail flicked behind the intruder as they opened their eyes.
Ŧh𝕚ng froze.
They knew those eyes.
They knew those eyes.
They knew those eyes.
They were sent spinning into their own head almost immediately. Trails of smoke- screaming- so much screaming- them at the center- blood on their hands- a claw pressed against their skull- tears as they felt nothing- promises soon to break- curiosity- silence- laughing at another’s death- cold- and then nothing.
Ŧh𝕚ng opened his eyes, blinking away tears that could never fall, could never show any emotion. A husk of a being, not human, not demon, not anything. Just a void of black, with nothing to feel, and no one to love. They could still smell burning flesh.
No- wait- that wasn’t their imagination.
Ŧh𝕚ng turned towards the smell only to see the figure still in the room, now looking curiously at their arm. Smoke rose from their forearm as a bubbly yellow substance melted their skin towards the bone. The scene made that invisible bile climb back up. Oh how they would throw up if they could.
A bit of the substance fell off their arm, sizzling when it made contact with the floor, only to stop when it realized it had nothing left to melt. It just sat constantly on the floor, its movement slowing with each breath.
The stranger made a small noise of surprise, holding their arm closer to inspect the strange substance. They took a glance up, looking towards their victim, who was clutching their shoulder. Tape was crying (they realized they probably weren’t as in it as they thought, since they only heard the screeching coming from the other once they focused on him), a long line etched from the crook of their neck to opposite elbow. Ŧh𝕚ng noted that the line was carefully drawn as to not hit a single major blood vessel, some parts of it even incomplete in order to accomplish that, giving a dashed-line effect to the injury. The stranger tilted their head at him.
“I’m gonna be honest, I expected something a lot more deadly.” They said. Their voice was lightly feministic, an artificial highness in it that signified this clearly wasn’t their natural one. “‘Lotta talk for a bit of hot silk, y’know?” Tape screamed, rage, frustration, and fear, all mixed up into an awful metronome. His eyes were glued to the figure (all of theirs were) as the person in question seemed to suppress a smile.
Disgusting.
The figure flipped towards the rest of the group surrounding them. She(?) gave a big grin, sharp teeth grinning from ear to ear. “𝕊c𝖔rch, I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.” The inhabitants of the facility were all still, afraid to move.
Ŧh𝕚ng themself was trying as hard as possible to avoid eye contact while looking at the figure. A maroon cropped shirt sat on their shoulders, attached by a thick wiry line while the entire shoulder section was missing. Their sleeves draped over their whole arm and up to their fingertips. Scratched-up pants gave evidence enough of how many times they had been harmed.
Once.
Void.
“Hello everyone!” The entity greeted, a cheery tone taking up their chords. “My name is NK.” Their eyes found Ŧh𝕚ng’s, despite them trying their best to avoid such an incident. Pure white meeting a distorted black and red, reminding them of everything they lost, everything they fought for, and everything that was taken by the same people they swore to serve.
