#saap siffrin

[kompot505]

saapfrin with fangs!

[vive-le-roi-au]

Prologue

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(You’d been looping back to just the third floor for… you don’t know how many loops. Hundreds?)

(Maybe that was the problem. You didn’t do it all in one go. You just have to do it all, from start to finish, and kill the King.)

(From the top.)

(…Again.)

(You went back. Again.)

(Maybe you took too long. Just need to go faster.)

(…No. Still not enough.)

(It feels good though. Killing the one who killed you, thousands of times. It’s cathartic.)

(You’re even strong enough that you don’t need the Housemaid—MIRABELLE. HER NAME IS MIRABELLE, MIRABELLE, MIRABELLE!!!)

(…You don’t need Mirabelle’s help anymore.)

(…)

(You wouldn’t mind doing this a few more times.)

(…)

(Back to the stage, Siffrin.)

(…)

(…)

(…)

(It’s just another part of the loops now.)

(Go through the House. Kill the King. Talk to the Head Housemaiden. Something’s broken, failing, rotting. Loop back to Dormont.)

(The worst part?)

(Murdering the King has stopped bringing you joy.)

(It used to make you smile, seeing him crumble, blood spilling from his mouth, pooling on the ground.)

(Sometimes, you reduce his body to dust, cutting it up more and more and more until there’s nothing left. You’ve killed him slowly, draining him of his strength and bleeding him from a million places all over, watching the light slowly leave his eyes.)

(And you can’t even enjoy it anymore.)

(…)

(So why are you still here?)

(Whose fault is it that you’re trapped here?)

[loop-lover-central]

Re-draw. but painterly

And color. bc warm colors my beloved

[isuggestwishcraft]

I’m feeling frightened! the time is ticking by me with a violence it’s silent, then sirens i’m running out of- Ouch!

What if it’s over? what if there’s nothing left when i atone for The sins of my clone, or the way I’m feeling?- Ouch!

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alt variant with sasapfrin under the read more ↓

[kompot505]

k!isat lore is stupid.

[kompot505]

does anyone fw isatfrin and saapfrin ship, otherwise known as diet sifloop. or am i making shit up here

[vive-le-roi-au]

Act 2

Scene 1

(Your body floats in darkness.)

(And then)

(You wake up in the... meadow...)

(...?)

(This isn't the meadow. There are... sounds... that don't belong in the meadow.)

(After some thinking, you know what to call them. Waves lapping against the shore. A steady gentle breeze blowing inland from the sea. The sea?)

(You sit up. The sea. You're on a beach.)

(Looking down at the sand beneath you, you slip off a long glove and push a hand into the sand.)

(You scramble to your feet and away from the shore. There's trees not too far away. You pick one and hide behind it.)

(You watch for the voice you heard. After a moment, you see a tall darkless figure. Is that... hair?)

(she lowers her hands)

(her face is flushed)

👑: Can we... try that again...?

(she takes a step towards you)

(nononononono)

(you have to run you have to run you have to run)

👑: Hi.

(run run run run RUN RUN RUN WHY CAN'T YOU MOVE)

👑: My name is—

(your legs are free to run)

(You run.)

(You run with everything you have.)

👑: W-Wait! Hey!

(You keep running.)

[vive-le-roi-au]

Act 1

(…)

(You started counting how many times you could go through the whole thing without dying. How long you could keep up a streak of deathless loops.)

(It’s been… maybe a hundred loops? Or close enough to that, since you first killed the King.)

(This loop marks the first time you’ve finished ten in a row.)

(A 10-streak is a pretty big achievement.)

(If you had a party popper, you’d set it off right about now.)

(*POP*)

(Yippee.)

(You’ve been thinking.)

(It’s his fault you’re here, isn’t it?)

(You don’t know what gave you the power to loop.)

(You don’t know why you’re looping, if not to kill the King.)

(But you know that, if not for him, you wouldn’t even need to loop.)

(So, it’s his fault.)

(If not for him, you wouldn’t be trapped here.)

(…)

(…Well that’s the end of that hat.)

(Not that it matters. Nothing ever really ends for you anymore.)

(You’ll have your hat back once you loop.)

(Curtain call.)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah. Something’s broken, something’s failing, rotting.)

(Nothing new there.)

(Just wait for the tug on your stomach.)

(…There it is.)

(you feel

in-between)

(A pitch lightless void. And yet, everything is framed by a silver lining. You can almost see.)

(Suddenly, a light shines from behind you, illuminating your surroundings.)

(You can see better now. The House’s front gate, ready to be opened. You could go in, if you wanted.)

(But… For some reason, you turn around…

…and see a star. Hovering. Pulsing.)

(Somehow, you know—you know you need it.)

(The star begins to hover away. It’s—it’s leaving, it’s—NO!)

(You run after it, boots pounding on nothing, running, running, running.)

(It flees faster. You run faster. Farther and farther away from the House, from the King, from your friends, from everything. Farther, and farther, and farther.)

(You need it. That star will give you what you so desperately want. It’ll set you free, bless you with the power to escape your prison, if you can only reach it! If you can only just…!!!)

(You lunge for it. It’s warm in your hands.)

(You can’t waste this. Do it NOW.)