for sherry, in case my submission didn’t get through
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for sherry, in case my submission didn’t get through
The KFEDS
While youre lurking about the forest you come upon a manticore who denys you a high five, or just Endie, a fellow student. Although this turning into a monster business has you a bit freaked out you still must find more students, so you and Endie head into the forest.
==> Begin Sherry Quest 2: A Challenger Appears! ( AKA Begin Kera Quest 1)
==> Begin Sherry Quest 2: A Challenger Appears!
You have been wandering this school for several hours, lugging a Companion Cube on your back and a soggy map in your hand.
The All Fandom Academy is one confusing place.
==> Enter name.
Your name is Kera L. Jones, and you are undeniably lost.
You are the son of two government officials, who deal with the search-and-retrieval of threatening things. Occasionally, you reap the spoils of this arrangement, gaining you lots of cool shit. Occasionally, this ends badly. You are in no way responsible for any accidents. That should be said.
==> Kera: Keep walking around.
You went through the library, and got lost in the plumbing (which is another story for another time) and you seem to have found yourself in a wide hall. It’s all blinding white, with tile floors and walls. Soft padding mixes with your footsteps.
“We’ve passed through here several times, you know,” says a voice. The voice is very androgynous; is it male, female? Old, young? You look down; a small white and pink creature keeps in step with you. You sigh; Kyubey’s back.
“Maybe if we took the opposite hall, we’d be somewhere else,” Kyubey remarks nonchalantly. You know it’s trying to belittle you.
==> Kera: KILL IT.
You sigh and extract a lead pipe from your strife specibus, and slam the end of the pipe into Kyubey’s soft head. The creature crumples, blood oozing from its crushed head. You continue without another word.
You walk for a few more minutes, and then the padding returns. “You’ve been able to restrain yourself for more than a few days, I’m impressed.” Sigh. No matter how hard you try, you can’t get rid of this thing. It’s like it’s imprinted on you. You store your pipe and glance down at Kyubey.
“Can you cut it out and be helpful? I’m getting tired and this cube isn’t getting any lighter.” You pat the cube on your back. It’s a good friend, but hella heavy. You kind of just want to leave it somewhere. But you could never do that. Cubey is your bestie. Kyubey doesn’t answer you; helpfulness is not in its nature.
You turn into a new hall, and something immediately feels off. Nothing is familiar. You’re in a new hall, lined with doors. You sigh; you have finally fucking found the dorms. You don’t really know which dorm you were assigned, so you assume it’s just a first-come-first-serve, pick-your-own-dorm system.
You start down the hall; some of the rooms are open ,and many already have occupants talking inside. You stop in front of Room 8, and listen for a moment; you can’t hear anything inside, so you assume it’s safe to enter. But wait, why room eight, specifically?
Because eight is the best number. O8viously.
==> Kera: Enter in a badass manner.
You shove the door open with your foot, causing it to slam against the wall. You look inside, quite surprised to see a girl standing in the middle of the room, her arms stretched to the heavens like an angelic choir was singing down upon her.
She turns her head; she’s cute, with short black hair and glasses. The awkward tension in the room increases as you stare each other down. Kyubey suddenly bounds into the room, glancing at the girl, then to you. “She seems to have a large amount of daily suffering.”
==> Kera: Have enough of Kyubey’s bullshit.
You let out an angry growl and take out you pipe again, mercilessly beating Kyubey to a bloody pulp. The more beat up he is, the longer it takes for him to come back. You look up at the girl, wiping your bloody pipe off on your jeans. She’s staring in abject fascination.
==> Kera: Introduce yourself.
You extend a bloody hand to her. “Kera L. Jones, your new roommate.”