#shedetsky

[needlenexus]

Drew a photo a friend sent me

"He's right behind he isn't he"

[ask-brighteyes-anything]

Reunions [LORE]

She had been at the cabin for weeks now. Watching. Getting to know everyone. Trying to find a way out.

The reunion with Dusekkar was pleasant.

She was noticing how weakened the Periastron seems, when a gentle, yet unmistakable voice of Robloxia's strongest mage called out to her.

"If it would happen to you, time would tell, alas we meet again in this hell. For seven years we have been trapped, now you are too, a fate of worse this world never knew."

Brighteyes listened intently while he talked. The cabin, the death games, the Specter. None of it made sense, but she decided to go ask John when she found him.

The next person she found was not Shedletsky, but Builderman.

David.

And this was his fault.

The defunct code, the corruption, Hatred, ignoring the citizens of Robloxia, all of it. And he was coming right at her, expecting... a hug??

"Brighteyes? You'r here too? How... what happened?"

Before he could wrap his arms around her, she punched him.

He fell back, bleeding from his nose. The noise roused the other inhabitants, specifically the pizza boy. Nobody asked why she did it, nobody seemed to care. The woman with the pink hair, the one who looked strangely familiar, give a slight nod to her head, and returned to the basement.

She waked away without saying anything to the dazed and bleeding man being patched up, and instead walked toward the kitchen. Where she knew he'd be. Where he always was.

"John," she said. "I'm home."

He looked up, about to tell her to leave so he could raid the fridge of it's chicken in peace. He saw the glasses first. Then the sword. Then the way she always stood, with one leg almost fully bent, leaning against the door frame.

He hesitated, then said her name.

"Christina?"