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M was certain when she crashed into the bed of golden flowers and woke up sometime later, that the air was brimming with something DARK. The flower she had befriended was frightened and terrified, begging her not to go. M wasn’t sure why at the time why it was talking and why it was so afraid, but when it tried to KILL her even if it was just to be MERCIFUL, it caused her to lash out in response.
It was the was second person she met that caused THE CREATION to fuel M’s inner rage, it was a bloody battle of claws, bites and FLAMES, but M ended up coming out alive, covered in dust.
That was then, this was now. Now she was running through some snowy biome of hell and trying to run away from skeleton. Yay. What did she do the deserve being transported here? She didn’t even bother letting TC take full control, she just turned and ran. But she knew. SHE KNEW that this person, the monster chasing her wouldn't give up. She was just glad he didn’t see her SOUL yet. She was to determined to keep morph a secret for as long as possible.
M yelped in surprise when her metal claw foot tripped over a branch, causing her to go face first into the snow. She shuddered as felt the wetness soak her clothes, scraping at the snowy ground for purchase in a desperate attempt to get back up. She coughed and rolled over, sitting up. Pain racked her body. “Damn it..” It was now to face this person. Great.
