Human World

MY FRIENDS PHONE BROKE AND STARTED CALLING 911 SO SHE HUNG UP BUT THEN IT HAPPENED AGAIN AND ANSWERED THE PHONE "hey it's me again" I'M DYINGG

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It is everything.

Warning: emotional breakdown, passing out.

I finally managed to get around to writing something properly and finished this! Here is part 3 of Short Prompt #81!

Hope you enjoy it, everybody!

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Sparse clouds moved lazily across the sky, adding to its beauty. The sun had almost reached its peak, warming the ground and life beneath it. A groan sounded through the air as the chosen one began to awaken. They tried to remember what had happened, the feeling of smooth stone below them being their first clue.

The temple. Hero came here last night because... Why had they come here, again?

They sat up and instantly almost face-planted back onto the floor as a terrible shiver shook their entire body. A cold feeling seeped into the hero's bones, heavily contrasting with the warmth of early summer.

Additionally, they felt as if something was wrapped around their wrists, ankles..., neck...

Ah..., that's... right...

...Hero had found their... god yesterday...

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The chosen one knew that they should return to Villain, but... they didn't want to. Perhaps that was selfish of them, but they couldn't bring themself to care.

They were never going back down there.

As soon as that thought entered their head, they slowly rose back to their feet, having made up their mind instantly. They shook a bit and had to take a moment to steady their stance. However, once they did so, their knees slammed into the stone again as a wail echoed inside their head.

"H-Hero..., please..."

The villain's familiar voice lacked its previous corruption. It sounded desperate, broken, and too human for the hero's conscience to remain unburdened by guilt.

Still, they chose to ignore it, gradually going down the grand staircase. Because of that, Hero nearly fell over a multitude of times, Villain's sobs and pleas echoing inside their mind relentlessly, their grief making the human weak.

The cries went on and on and on, and the hero had hoped that perhaps once they made it past the last step, the voice would disappear from their mind, but no.

The connection had been made, and now, no matter where the chosen one went, their god would always be with them. It didn't matter if they wanted it or not, and it was rather ironic. They had spent years wishing for their Lord to return somehow, only to regret it so severely in the end.

Deciding that they wanted to be as alone as possible, they strayed from the main gravel path and entered the forest. Hero needed to avoid other people for the time being, at least until they could function normally without falling over every time the villain cried inside their head.

"No! No! Don't think about that!" - the hero thought to themself. "Just- Just focus on other things! Focus on what's around you!"

Trying to forget about Villain, they tuned into their senses, listening as the woods brimmed with life. Birds chirped loudly, hidden in tree branches and singing their tunes. Squirrels, mice, and all kinds of tiny critters skittered through the underbrush. The dead leaves beneath Hero's feet crunched loudly as a sweet scent filled their nostrils, and soon, a small open field of flowers came into their view.

They walked among the colorful flora, letting the soft petals glide along their fingertips. A calm finally began to wash over them, and as the chosen one's body began to relax, their muscles loosening, they took a deep breath, filling their lungs with the moist, dusty air.

"Wait, wha-"

Hero's hands flew to their neck, clutching at it roughly as their throat suddenly burned with pain. Hacking aggressively, they coughed until the metallic tang of blood covered their tongue, knees giving out under their weight as they collapsed into the now sickeningly soft flowerbed.

Their body curled up into a tight ball, grass blades tickling rugged stone scratching their skin. Tears spilled from their eyes as they grasped at their head, a sob echoing through their the monster's prison. Sharp claws Blunt fingernails dug into their scalp, sending more aches through their skull.

Gruesome confusion filled the human's mind as it failed to keep up, to understand what was happening. They tried to move, to get up, to run, to anything! But Hero's Villain's chains kept them pinned to the ground, unable to even as much as stir or shift their body.

Their breathing picked up, panic overtaking their thoughts. This was too much. Too much to feel, too much to hear, to see, to experience, to-

They passed out again.

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"...He...ro...!"

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"Hero!"

Hero gasped as they jolted up, nearly falling over again. Their vision swam from the sudden movement. They snapped their eyes shut, holding their head in their hands until the dizziness had passed. Finally, with a shaky breath, they were able to get a bearing of their surroundings.

It was dark, really dark, and... cold...

S-So..., so co-ld...

"Hero!"

They jumped at the call of their name echoing in their mind. The hero - still out of it - frantically looked around for the source of the noise before registering the familiar voice.

"S-Snap out of it! P-Please!"

"V-Villain...?" - the human muttered, rubbing at their temple as a headache threatened to split their skull. They groaned quietly from the pain. "W-Wha...?"

"A-Are you okay?" - the villain asked, a concern that the chosen one wasn't used to was evident in their words. "Y-You were unconscious for a lot l-longer this time..."

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"...Why do you care...?" - Hero whispered so quietly they weren't sure if they had even spoken. Perhaps they had only thought it, but they still felt the god flinch at their question.

"...I... I've always cared, Hero..." - Villain started, their chains clinking against one another as they moved. "You've... felt my power back then... Do you truly still believe that you had defeated me...?"

Unease settled over the hero's psyche. "W-What do you mean? O-Of course, I d-defeated you! I-"

"Ň̥o, ̓you̇͜ d͙̏i̳̕dn̜̅'t͟͝."

Hero's mouth clamped shut at the other's corrupted voice, some unknown instinct making them remain quiet as the god continued talking.

"I... couldn't bear the thought of killing you..." - they admitted, letting out a sigh. "And so, I... I let you imprison me..."

A body shivered. Whose? Neither knew. Perhaps both of them had trembled just now.

"I was so tired... I just wanted it to end already..."

A tear fell down the hero's cheek, but again, they couldn't tell if it was their own.

"Over the centuries... my anger has faded into sadness and longing..., craving for things to go back to the way they used to be..."

Hero looked around again, noting the vast open sky above them, the stars twinkling brightly beside the moon. All so free and beautiful...

"I can still hear them... I can hear them praying to me, even though they believe me to be dead..."

A frown crossed the human's lips as they stumbled to their feet and began to walk, leaving the now sleeping flowers behind.

"It would be uplifting... if it weren't for the fact that they are praying for 'The Dark Lord's well-deserved demise'... My demise... My eternal death..."

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"...Why did you do it...?" - the hero asked softly, completely tuning out the sound of dried leaves beneath their shoes. There was nothing but their and the villain's voice. "...Why... did you start the war...?"

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"You won't believe me if I tell you."

Feeling an odd urge, they pressed for an answer as they ducked beneath a low tree branch. "Try me."

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The silence stretched on, uncomfortably so. The chosen one could feel the god's hesitance and doubt, how the words were at the tip of their tongue, how they wanted to spill forth all the troubles plaguing their mind.

And for a while, Hero was convinced they wouldn't respond, that they would keep the truths of the past to themself. But that was, until the human finally exited the forest, the trees moving out of their line of sight as they stood at the very bottom of the temple stairs. They looked up, taking in the massive structure as another tear soundlessly fell down their cheek.

"...They be̥͛t͇̏r͈̋ayë̟́d͎̄ me..."

Something clutched at their heart, a pang of deep emotional hurt.

"...They ab̛͓a̗̕n̮͋done͇͗d͑͜ me for another..."

The human gulped nervously, feeling the other's rising anger. The memory of running and leaving Villain behind flashed in their mind momentarily, strengthening their guilt which had also returned. Shaking their head, they asked, "B-But... who...?"

"A̺͛ fa̮̽k͖͠e." - the villain spat bitterly. However, before their emotions could fall out of control again, they took a deep breath. They were already used to the musty air of their prison, and so it didn't bother them. Hero, on the other hand, cringed at the feeling. "A stranger had come to town, saying they had 'traveled across worlds to get here.'"

"I-Is that so?" - the hero asked, half attempting to keep the conversation from falling into silence again and half genuinely curious about the past. They began walking up the stone stairs, hugging themself in an attempt to shield their body from the chilly night air. "Wh- What was t-their name?"

"V̨̋̍͢il̮͒l̟͛ȧ̬i̻̅n̹̒."

Hero froze. "V-Villain? But- But that's your name!"

"Ẹ̋x͈̍a͙͐ctlỳ̠." - the god hissed furiously, almost making the human fall over as they resumed their ascend. "The bastard stole my name! My identity!"

"TH̛͜È̞Y ̬̾D̼͂Ä̩̥́̊RE̥̓D̬̬͗̚ ̘̋C̩̝̄̈́L̡̃Ả̬͈͋I̟̙̓͠M̧͝ ̜̤̓͆Ț͡O ̪̐BȄ̩͔̇ ͇̕MË̻̯̋!"

The hero did fall over this time, catching themself on their hands. They winced as the stone tore the skin of their palms. The villain suddenly fell silent, their presence growing small and meek as if they had curled in on themself.

"...I'm sorry... Are you...?"

"I'm fine." - the chosen one reassured, putting on a small smile. They shook their hands and quickly healed the minuscule wounds with their powers before continuing up the steps. "Please, carry on."

Villain took another breath. "The stranger's real name was Superhero. They had a multitude of powers, something that was very rare back then,"

"Super strength, mind reading, shape-shifting, control over the elements... I'm not sure how they had so many."

"They... sound pretty strong." - Hero said, not sure what else to do as they made it past the first half of the staircase.

"For a human back then? Incredibly strong, and... easy to mistake for a god if you don't know what you're looking for,"

"Then again..., I had told them the newcomer was a liar... But they refused to listen, too charmed by the bastard showing off their powers, bragging at every chance they could."

The human's curiosity awoke once more. They couldn't help but wonder how strong the ancient superhero was when compared to them. So, they inquired, "How long did your battle with them last?"

Amidst the somber tones of their conversation, the hero still sensed how the villain grinned in amusement.

"Oh? Want to know if your jealousy of them is valid or not?"

A blush colored their face as they protested, "I-I'm not jealous!"

"Tsk, tsk, Hero. To be s͟͠i͔̽nn̨̄i̗̕ng̳̈́ in front of your god like this... And over someone who died in less than the blink of an eye too..."

They tried to ignore the way their cheeks heated up more at the playful scolding. "I am not- W-Wait, they- T-They died... how q-quickly...?"

The monster's grin widened, pleased with the human's sudden realization and fear. While Villain had always preferred respect over fear, it still felt... satisfying to have a mortal realize just how helpless they were against them, that they were always at the villain's mercy.

The chosen one gulped, feeling an odd sense of submission wash over them as their head bowed and their body slouched forward out of primal instinct. They hadn't even realized that they had stopped walking and instead stood frozen under the god's unseen gaze.

They tried to say something but found that they couldn't even open their mouth, as if their lips were glued to one another. Hero tried to move or at least blink, but their sudden terror kept them petrified, stopped them from potentially showing disobedience. They felt like a puppet on a string, forced to bend to their puppeteer's will, unable to do anything but await their master's command and-

"Hero! Hero, you're spiraling again!"

The villain's voice snapped them out of the unpleasant trance. They shook their head, taking a few deep breaths. "W-What was t-that?"

"I apologize. That was... my fault." - the being sighed, a tinge of regret entering their voice. "I've... forgotten over the years just how much that idea affects and terrifies mortals."

The chosen one wasn't sure if they wanted to press for more, but they did anyway. "T-The idea that...?"

"The idea that I can vanish you from existence with a mere thought."

Hero trembled again, tightly holding their arms around their own waist.

"Like I have explained earlier... I could've killed you at any point, but... I do not enjoy abusing my power in such ways."

Involuntary doubt crept into the hero's thoughts, but they didn't even have the time to voice it as Villain answered immediately.

"True, I enjoy seeing your kind bow to me. Relishing in my... superiority to you is part of my nature... I cannot get rid of it...,"

"And yes, what I have done over the centuries... The... The death and pain I had caused... I... used to believe it was all for a good reason... That I had an explanation for it..."

The human made their way up the last couple of steps, making it to the top. They took a moment to look behind themself and at the city off in the distance.

"I realize now that I had become the very thing I swore to protect your people from... A monster blinded by power, careless of how I affect the lives of those around me... Of those at my mercy..."

The city glowed brightly in the darkness of night. The civilians were no doubt still celebrating the end of the war.

"I wish I could take it all back, but even I cannot change the past..."

The chosen one's vision blurred, and they blinked as the villain's tears fell from their eyes. They expected the god to break down again, for their weeps to bounce inside their skull once more. They could have never predicted what happened next.

Something stirred inside their chest, a need to be there beside Villain. They felt as if the being... needed them, needed their help. Their heroic soul couldn't bear to leave someone in need, and the sensation soon turned into an irresistible urge. And so, they ran.

The temple doors were still open, and they sprinted inside the dark, a ball of light materializing into existence beside them and following after them, lighting their way. They jumped over anything that got in their way, nearly tripping a multitude of times as they took every corner as sharply as they could.

They were desperate to get there as soon as possible, and it wasn't long before the familiar massive room greeted them once more. Hero dashed to the center where the villain was and-

Villain was on their knees, with their body bent forward. The human failed to utter a word as the villain looked up at them. Their gaze was full of sadness and regret, their entire appearance and presence somber. Tears were still falling down both their faces and as the god's eyes returned to the floor, they-

They bowed.

Villain moved slowly, showing exhaustion that went back hundreds of years. The palms of their hands came to rest flat against the cold ground alongside their forehead as they positioned themself into a prostrate bow. Their chains clinked with their movements before silence befell the two. Then, the god spoke.

"...I'm so sorry... Please..., forgive me..."

good game, well played.

Brush theory is wild like the difference in art styles is insane

I don't have a name for him yet, but I had a dream where I was like some sort of experiment and I could glow and shit, but I had to draw him cause I thought it was cool

Old doodle of them based on this template I found lmao

Hello everybody my names

Must Be Something In The Water - Smile 2 Alternate Ending/Continuation

Chapter 2

Everything felt… foggy.

Like floating in an endless abyss of nothingness.

Everything felt overwhelming. Like the nothingness that surrounded her was beginning to consume her from the inside out. She could feel herself wasting away, becoming one with the universe all over again.

And you know what? That was okay, she found.

Nothing was better than everything. She had gone through so much in her final days, and she was quite frankly looking forward to finally escaping the pain and suffering.

And then…. Out of the nothingness came….

…something.

A pinprick of light at the edge of her vision, as if the darkness was only a sheet of paper, and had been stabbed by a sewing needle.

She reached for that light, letting it grow and swallow her.

For a moment, (or maybe it had been a while???) All she could feel was the feeling of cool air blowing against her skin, and the sounds of machines beeping all around her.

She slowly, and groggily regained consciousness, trying and failing to remember anything and everything that had taken place. Where she was. How she’d managed to get here.

The room had gone silent, she noticed first. That was odd. That monotonous beeping had been nice.

She felt her eyes flutter open, still blurry with sleep, and …. For some reason, her right eye was dark. As if something was blocking her vision.

She slowly lifted her fingertips towards her face, her arm trembling with the insane amount of effort it took to raise her arm at all. Her hand found soft cotton surrounding that half of her face. Had something happened to her eye???

She found, to her own dismay, she couldn’t recall. She couldn’t remember a lot, actually. What had happened. Who she was.

That one frightened her a little bit.

She couldn’t even recall her own name. She couldn’t recall… anyone’s name. She could remember vague faces and voices, but…. None of them had a name attached to their face.

She looked around, trying to make her eyes regain focus. The room was mostly dark, all aside from the light filtering in through the window nearby.

Once again, she realized that the room was dead silent, and horribly still. Was she in the hospital?? It almost seemed to be too quiet to be a hospital at all.

She opened her mouth and sucked in a breath, feeling her heart beginning to race as more and more questions without answers bubbled up.

She attempted to speak, and found that her throat was incredibly dry, her voice coming out cracked and inaudible. She hoarsely coughed, and tried clearing her throat.

“H-hello??” She croaked, hearing her own voice leaving her mouth and sounding so unlike her. She looked around the room again, and saw absolutely no movement. Heard no movement whatsoever. “Hello??? Someone help…” she whispered into the dark calm of the room, and was once again met with silence.

All at once, she realized that she was incredibly thirsty. She felt as though she hadn’t drank anything for days.

Her eyes darted to her bedside table, finding several vases of slightly wilted flowers and multiple cards, boxes, clothes… just a whole lot of nothing helpful. She found herself wincing, a pain beginning to flare up in her face and lower back.

Oh jeez. She couldn’t remember much from before, but she could definitely remember that back pain.

“…Doctor?” She called out, her rasping voice still barely breaching a whisper. “Nurse?… Anyone??” She breathed slowly, not understanding how she could be waking up like this and not have doctors and nurses surrounding her like vultures.

Why was that though??

She glanced over to the upper panel of her bed, and noticed the buttons to adjust her bed, as well as a big red button labeled “CALL”. She raised a shaking hand up and pressed the button, expecting a beep, a crackle of static from the speaker, anything. She was only met with silence. How odd. She pressed the button a few more times, listening closely to see if it was working. Silence was the only sound that greeted her.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, feeling a little flare of frustration rise up inside her. Those damn call buttons were literally there to save lives, and it just so happens that she got the one that didn’t work. Fantastic.

Her eyes were drawn back to the vase of flowers, more importantly, the water that the flowers were sitting in.

Her stomach churned at the sight of the water, and suddenly it didn’t seem to be such a big deal that she was in pain or that the doctors weren’t immediately at her bedside, because all she cared about was the fact that she needed water. Asap.

She reached her trembling arm out towards the vase, and found that lifting just the weight of her arm felt like an impossible task. She strained, trying to scoot over just enough that she could bat at the vase with her fingertips. She was finally able to get a slight grip on the vase and she dragged it closer, her hands reaching up towards the flowers she didn’t give a shit about, and tossing them to the floor.

She reached her other arm out, and carefully took the vase into her hands. Her arms shook with the effort it took to keep the vase held up, and after what felt like eternity, she was able to set the vase into her lap.

She felt a little grossed out at the thought of drinking from a dirty vase, but another part of her couldn’t make herself care enough to not get a drink.

Bringing the vase to her lips with trembling hands, she took a long drink of the water, and immediately felt her mouth and throat cool down. It was glorious, and the taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She didn’t really have time to taste it much before she was chugging the entire vase of water, ignoring the splashes that ran down her chin and onto the sheets and blankets.

She made it about ½ way through the water when a thought struck her, almost making her drop the vase on accident.

Her mother wasn’t here.

The memory of her mom startled her, and she found herself pulling the vase away from her mouth and sucking in a nervous breath.

Her eyes scanned the room again, this time in search of her mom. The room was still silent. Still empty.

She was still alone.

She had been angry with her mom, she slowly began to remember. She had yelled at her about something, and then her mom had screamed back at her. And then….

She glanced up to the wall, and found a mirror hanging on the opposite wall from her. In the mirror, she was able to see her own reflection staring back at her, and she was taken aback.

Her face was wrapped in a white cloth that was completely covering the entire right side of her face. She had a substantial amount of bruising around her usable eye and her nose, painting her skin in deep shades of black, blue and purple. Her hair was a tousled mess, and she looked as though she had not eaten anything in ages.

She looked frail. Weak.

She exhaled slowly, feeling her own breath shaking with her as things began to piece together.

Her name was Skye. She was a famous singer. And…something bad happened to her. A lot of bad things had happened to her, but something worse happened to her.

She vaguely remembered standing up on a stage, and seeing thousands of eyes gazing back at her from the darkness, lights from above completely blinding her. She remembered being terrified.

Suddenly, and all at once, her stomach did a flip and she fell forwards, hanging her head over the edge of the bed and vomiting up all the water she had just drank. Skye gagged harshly, until nothing came up again. She reasoned that maybe she shouldn’t have drank all that water so fast.

The adrenaline shock seemed to sharpen her mind, and she realized that usually a doctor would’ve come to check on her by now, if this was just a typical hospital. But no one had come yet… and now that she thought about it, since when were hospitals ever this silent?

Her gaze turned towards the door nearby, and she noticed that the door was closed and locked completely.

Skye furrowed her brows in confusion. Why would the doctors lock her in her room?

She suddenly felt a strong urge to get up out of bed and go looking around for someone.

She glanced down at her left arm, finding tubes and needles poked into her skin, covered up with clear medical tape.

She reached for the tubes and tried to gingerly tug them free from her skin, but she was immediately met with a flash of pain when trying to pull on them. She grimaced, instead moving to peel the tape away instead.

That worked better, and she was able to quickly free herself from the tubes and needles. She tossed them down to the side of her bed and scrunched her nose in disgust when blood began to seep out of the holes they had left behind in her skin.

Skye slowly moved to swing her legs off the edge of the bed, and found that it took a lot of her strength and concentration to make her body work and coordinate with her mind. She sat there for a moment, shivering at the sudden cold, not being covered by her blankets any longer. It was freezing, and the hospital gown that she had wrapped loosely around her body was not nearly enough to keep her warm.

She shivered uneasily, exhaling slowly. A small puff of mist escaped her mouth.

Okay. That was weird. Hospitals definitely shouldn’t be cold enough that the patients can see their own breath.

Skye shivered, reaching forwards and pulling a folded up hoodie off of her nightstand and slowly pulling it on over her head. The black fabric was soft, and still completely untouched. It was one of the hoodies she had released the last time she went on tour, and had an embarrassingly large image of her own face printed on the front, her name trailing down the left sleeve in a loopy cursive font.

Without a second thought, she carefully pushed herself off the bed and climbed to her feet, her knees trembling under her weight, and her leg muscles immediately threatening to give out under her. She inhaled shakily, before quietly letting it out and taking a step. The moment her leg lifted off the ground, she lost her balance and fell backwards, stumbling into the hospital bed directly behind her.

The smooth plastic railing dug into her spine, and instantly sent shots of pain through her like red fireworks. She grabbed the edge of the bed with all her strength, biting back a scream of pain, and trying to force her leg muscles to work.

Finally, after what felt like forever, her legs had stopped shaking so harshly, and she felt as though she was now able to stand on her own without her muscles betraying her.

She stood still for a moment, still shakily trying to breathe and regain her composure again. Her back was still throbbing angrily, but she figured since it was just a small bump she probably would be okay for the time being.

She gingerly snaked her fingers back behind her back and pressed against the sore spot, feeling the familiar ridge of her surgery scar. She massaged small circles into her muscles, trying to keep herself calm while she tried to alleviate the pain.

It didn’t take long before her back released a bit of its tension, her muscles warmed up and ready to move again.

She exhaled slowly, turning to look around her room now that she was up on her feet.

As she suspected, she was most certainly in a small hospital room. The only odd thing about it… well, all the lights and machines in the room were off. Even the heart monitor that she had been hooked up to was silent, its screen dark.

She swallowed, a nervous feeling beginning to rise up. She held onto the railing of her hospital bed once again, and carefully lifted her foot up, the muscles in her other leg still trembling weakly, but managing to keep her supported. She tried the other leg, and had a similar result.

She supposed she would probably be okay as long as she was careful. She just needed to step out of her room and flag down a nurse.

She took a wobbling step forwards, taking her hand off of the bed and praying that she was able to stay upright.

Her head was really beginning to bother her, and her eye throbbed painfully with every heartbeat. She really hoped she could find a nurse soon. Fuck, some Vicodin would be phenomenal right now. That thought irked a little bit of irritation in her, realizing the likelihood of the doctors prescribing it to her was extremely slim.

She took a couple more steps, being careful to stay upright and balanced, and finally, she was able to press her shoulder against the wall again. At least she had something to keep her standing, even if she lost her footing.

She lifted an arm, already beginning to feel the exhaustion setting in just from walking over here. She really wished she could sit back down for a moment, but she also really needed to have a nurse come in and speak with her. She still was having trouble remembering what happened and just how exactly she had gotten here.

She reached forward and pushed the door latch open, and then unlocked the door handle. She breathed slowly, trying to keep her body moving. The last thing she needed to do was have a fall right now.

She pushed the door handle down and took a few steps forward, peeking out the door.

Her heart sank.

The hallway was almost completely pitch black, and there were only 2 of the overhead fluorescent lights illuminated down towards the end of the hall. In the dim light, she could see the faint outlines of runaway gurneys littering the halls, papers covering every surface, and (though she may have just imagined it) she could’ve sworn she saw the still form of a person down at the end of the hall, lying completely still.

She felt herself immediately tense up, her breath catching in her throat. She took a small step back, letting the door slowly swing closed.

She inhaled slowly, her interest in going searching for a doctor vanishing in an instant.

Her heart had already begun to hammer frantically in her chest, her muscles instinctively beginning to tremble with the beginnings of an adrenaline rush.

Oh god, something bad must be happening. Something really bad by the looks of it. How long had she been asleep for?? Where was everyone, and why had she been left here??

With panic beginning to course through her veins, she twisted the locks on her door closed once again and pushed the door stopper down. She took a few more steps away from the door, her mind beginning to flutter nervously with anxious thoughts. Why was she here?? What had happened?? Where were her friends and family? Where was her mom?

She let her fingers tangle into her hair, the nerves already overwhelming her, and she harshly tugged at her scalp in an attempt to make herself calm down. The longer she kept her hair clutched in her fist, the more it pulled her scalp until finally, several strands ripped free into her palms.

She felt herself take a deep breath in, letting the hair free from her hands and turning back towards her room.

There, on her nightstand, was her saving grace.

Her phone.

Instantly, her mind brightened at the thought. She could call the police. She could call her mom and ask her to pick her up. She could call Gemma-

Her mind nearly did a barrel roll at the memory of her lifelong friend’s name. Her old ride or die. The friend that insisted that she would stay with her through everything.

But she hadn’t, had she?

No. She had left when things got rough. When the drugs became an issue.

After Paul.

The crash.

Rehab, recovery, the tour, meet and greets, photo shoots, dress rehearsals, Lewis-

Her mind stopped on that memory, and it all was starting to come back to her. All the weird-ass behavior. The screaming. The crunching on bone and flesh against solid steel. The smile.

She outstretched her hand, bracing herself against the wall as her stomach did another somersault, and she instinctively leaned forward, attempting to throw something up that wasn’t there.

The smiles… they had been the problem. They were the things that had been chasing her, haunting her, hurting her. Using her mind like a weapon against herself. She remembered feeling as though she was going insane, like she had no control over anything that happened around or to her. Feeling less like a person and more like a puppet on a string, being yanked about for others entertainment.

For IT’s entertainment.

Another wave of nausea rolled over her as she explicitly remembered the way that awful….thing had looked at her. It looked so excited. So gleeful about her terror and pain. It’s eyes she remembered best of all. Those horrible bloodshot eyes, so swollen they looked ready to burst like overripe fruit left to rot.

The sounds of her jaw breaking inside her own head, as it tore her apart from the inside out.

That memory above all the others, made her physically cringe, her hands reaching up to grab at her face, just to satisfy her own mind that she did not, in fact, have her head split open like a watermelon.

That image made her feel even sicker.

She needed to stop thinking about this shit right now. There was a time and a place, and right now was not it.

She shambled back towards her bedside, her legs feeling stronger and stronger after each passing moment. Her hands found their way around her phone, unplugging it from the charger and clicking the power on. Her battery percentage was at 8 percent, it seemed the phone had never charged at all in the first place.

The date was November 25th, 2024.

The last point in which she could remember had been the launch day for her tour, which had been on October 18th.

She had been asleep for over a month.

As much as I agree I also live for for the theories. The main one I could think of is what if the robots were made almost as a replacement to life. The books say that the robots aren't effected by the shadows. Maybe like how Silas made his robots to help with his house work and to help continue his work and knowledge even after death.

What if the main reason we see more robots is because they were originally made to help the living but after the shadows starting to take over, maybe people started to make more robots with more knowledge to hopefully carry of life if it were to come to an end because of the shadows. Almost like a fail safe. The robots could store knowledge and that way if the shadows didn't take over the knowledge could still be safe from the stones and Ikol.

Then maybe the robots could build cities safe from the shadows and any danger and they could use their knowledge to bring life back up.

But hey, that's just a theory an Amulet theory :D

(also just an FYI sorry for hijacking all your posts, I just love them and the rewrite and there is just not many other Amulet posts)

As someone who lives robots and actually really like the robot characters Kazu designed for amulet ... there's not really a reason for them to exist in the world of Amulet before the story took a turn to Sci Fi, as much as I love Cosley and Phil ultimately they don't really add anything to the story

yoo did anyone hear about that special place? i think men can go there to emancipate the tyranny and bloodlust of their rulers or something idk

(happy two years o7)

id: a drawing of the original L’manberg caravan, surrounded by green grass, lakes, and the black and yellow L’manberg walls. end id