#yuiitsumuni 01

[auroracloak]

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snow was tired.

it never thought it'd be back out here without the help of its friends, but the world has a funny way of turning. the snow was much more harsh when it didn't have a throne to ride upon, weighing its legs down with heavy sludge and causing it to lose its balance every few feet, nearly stumbling into the snow if it weren't for the more recent glassy addition to its flock of friends helping it back up.

at least the horizon wasn't as boring as it used to be. it had soon realized the city wasn't so horribly isolated - there were buildings all around, just so stuck in the snow and blending in with the grimy blue that it didn't even notice. most of the buildings seemed inaccessible, either isolated from the outside world, or so flooded with snow that you couldn't find an open spot in there if you tried your hardest. and yet, it was in one of these closed off buildings, that snow seemed to discover that it wasn't alone, peering through the windows until snow globe seemed to spot a fuzzy silhouette amongst the office cubicles of a particularly large building, slightly toppled in the snow.

this building seemed almost impeccably wedged in - no breaks, no cracks. the entrance had to be several feet buried at this point, too... something wasn't right

 ❆ hey... hey, how did you get in there?  ❆ are you stuck?

 ❆ the doors way down there...

[vexxcore]

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[shiroki had eventually figured that everybody from the island previous was still here. in fact, the island itself was still here - it was just his world that was different. it was a little odd to see strangers wandering his home, his own personal apocalypse, the hellview spirale had crafted just for him, but... whatever. he didn’t really care what other people were doing - he just needed to get to the VEXCORE building at any cost.]

[but as the new wanderers couldn’t parse his world, they couldn’t parse his monsters either. he realized this as a doglike shape began a sprint towards a nearby stranger, blaring static like a warning that they couldn’t hear. and as much as shiroki didn’t particularly care, he didn’t want to deal with his personal demons trying to take down anyone else. so, he acted.]

oy.

[he whipped a knife out of his pocket, flicking it at the approaching shape with terrifying precision and causing it to buckle to the wet ground with the blade stuck straight through where its ribs should be, watching it scramble around in pain unable to get to its feet with a jarring screech of not so white noise.]

lucky i’m feelin generous.

shits sneakin up on you.