tw: child abuse, child neglect, starvation, experimentation, death, death of a child, murder
Macbeth shoots awake, eyes wide as he breathes heavily and sweats. He grips the blanket tightly, knuckles white while he shakes in fear. His eyes dart around the dark room, trying to make out where he is. When he realizes he's still in Hamlet's guest room he lets out a heavy sigh and slowly loosens his grip on the blanket. He slowly gets out of bed, and makes his way to the living room. Hamlet is lying on the couch, snoring softly. Macbeth quietly walks to Hamlet, and watches him for a moment before looking around the room. The home is comfortable, inviting, warm, it makes Macbeth feel safe. He takes everything in, and tears start forming in his eyes as he realizes that this is all really happening.
Hamlet wakes quietly; immediately sitting up when he sees Macbeth. He fixes his own hair and straightens his shirt before smiling at the boy. Macbeth stares at Hamlet as tears start to roll down his cheeks. Hamlet immediately frowns and gently pulls the boy into a tight hug.
“What's wrong, buddy?” Hamlet asks, concerned.
Macbeth shakes his head as he clutches Hamlet's shirt, “this is really happening…I'm really here…”
Hamlet closes his eyes and starts soothingly running his fingers through Macbeth's hair, “yeah, you're really here. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again Macbeth.”
Macbeth immediately breaks. He starts sobbing loudly. He shoves his face into Hamlet's shirt, and clutches the fabric like his life depends on his grip on it. Hamlet soothes Macbeth patiently, letting the boy cry out his feelings. Tears threaten Hamlet's eyes too, but he keeps his own emotions in check for now.
“Hey, let's eat, and then I'll take you somewhere nice. How does that sound?” Hamlet smiles as he gently squeezes Macbeth.
Macbeth sniffles as he looks up at Hamlet. He nods quietly and calms himself concerningly quickly. Hamlet notes how easily Macbeth hides his emotions. The more he learns about Macbeth, the more his concern grows. Hamlet smiles at Macbeth and guides him to the kitchen. He opens the fridge to show Macbeth what's inside. He takes some eggs out, and begins showing Macbeth how to cook them with a smile. Macbeth gives Hamlet his full attention, eyes wide. Hamlet genuinely smiles at the boy. Macbeth insists he makes his own eggs after watching Hamlet. Hamlet nods and guides the boy with a smile. Macbeth does well, clearly a quick learner.
The pair eat their breakfasts quietly. Hamlet doesn't want to be overbearing, and Macbeth doesn't know how to make small talk. He doesn't even know what small talk is. Macbeth eats voraciously. Hamlet watches Macbeth quietly, doing nothing to correct his poor manners.
Once they both finish Hamlet cleans up. Then, he gathers a proper outfit for Macbeth. He lets the boy change in his bedroom, and he himself changes into a brown suit with a white shirt and a green tie. The tie matches his eye color, and the suit compliments his slightly messy, dark brown hair. He's adjusting his tie when Macbeth steps out, wearing a black t-shirt that contrasts his sickly pale skin, and blue jeans that are just a bit too big for him. The boy's black hair is a knotted mess, but not as long as one would expect for someone so neglected. Hamlet starts brushing Macbeth's hair gently, smiling. Macbeth doesn't protest, sitting quietly.
“You're very quiet, Macbeth,” Hamlet states as he brushes.
Macbeth shrugs, “I've never had someone to talk to.”
“Then how did you learn to speak?” Hamlet stops brushing his hair to look at him, curious.
“I listened to the scientists through the door.”
Hamlet frowns, resuming his brushing, “what scientists?”
Macbeth shrugs again, nonchalant as he speaks, “the ones in the bunker. They couldn't believe I was still alive.”
Hamlet pauses, staring at Macbeth, “why was that?”
“They thought I should have ‘starved’, whatever that means. They expected me to die years ago, apparently,” Macbeth is far too calm as he speaks bluntly.
Hamlet stares at Macbeth in disbelief, “you…really have never eaten? In how many years?”
Macbeth nods, “they said I hadn't eaten in eight years. Since they took me.”
“Took you from who?” Hamlet's expression hardens as he speaks.
Macbeth shrugs.
“How old were you when they took you?”
Macbeth shrugs again, “less than a year, from what they said.”
Hamlet is at a loss for words. He stares at Macbeth with his mouth hanging open for nearly a minute, frozen. Macbeth looks at Hamlet curiously.
“Are you okay?”
Hamlet takes a moment to respond, “are you? What did they do to you?”
Macbeth shakes his head, “I'm in a lot of pain…I don't remember them doing anything. I was in an empty, dark room for as long as I can remember. Someone accidentally opened the door, and I ran as fast as I could. I tried to free another little girl, but…”
Macbeth cuts himself off, tears welling up in his eyes. Hamlet's eyes widen as he gently pulls Macbeth into a tight hug. Macbeth starts to shake before finally breaking down into sobs.
Hamlet cradles Macbeth's head with one hand, “you're safe now, I promise.”
Macbeth lets out a shaky sob, “they killed her. They killed us both.”
Hamlet holds Macbeth tightly, frowning as he speaks, “they…killed you?”
Macbeth nods and looks up at Hamlet with teary eyes, “I heard a loud bang, and she collapsed. Then I heard another, and it all went black…Next thing I knew, I was buried in a little hole. Her body was on top of me…Her body was rotting…”
“That's why you were kneeling in front of a grave…” Hamlet frowns as he gently cups Macbeth's cheeks.
Macbeth nods, sniffling as he grabs Hamlet's shirt, “I buried her…She should've lived. I should've-”
Hamlet shakes his head as he cuts Macbeth off, “no, that wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. I won't let them hurt you again for as long as I live. You're safe here.”
Macbeth clutches Hamlet's shirt, collapsing against him again while he sobs. Hamlet cradles the boy with a frown, processing everything he's said. The only thing Hamlet is certain of in this moment is how much he cares about this child.
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tw: mentions of blood, mentions of child neglect, reference to child abandonment
Hamlet enters his house carrying several bags. He announces his presence to Mary and Macbeth as he walks through the door. Mary enters from the bathroom, and crosses her arms as she stares at Hamlet.
“Care to explain now?” she asks sternly, “who's the boy?”
Hamlet sighs as he sets the bags down carefully, “I found him in the graveyard. Brought him straight here when I realized he has nowhere to go.”
Mary's expression softens, “oh…I see.”
Hamlet nods and takes an outfit out of one of the bags as he speaks, “he needs food.”
“He didn't know what being hungry was when I asked. What the hell happened to him?” Mary looks at the door to the bathroom as she asks, knowing Hamlet has no answer.
Hamlet looks at Mary and holds out the clothes as he speaks, “he might tell us, but I don't want to make him if he doesn't want to.”
Mary nods silently and takes the clothes, going back to the boy with a soft sigh. Hamlet walks to the kitchen while shaking his head. He tries to keep his mind occupied to stop himself from worrying. He starts searching for something easy to eat; worried the boy may not be able to handle solid foods if he's so unfamiliar with it. Macbeth enters the kitchen with Mary several minutes later. His hair is still a little wet, but he's much cleaner now. Mary smiles as she guides him to a chair to let him sit. Hamlet smiles softly and brings Macbeth a glass of water and some yogurt. Macbeth stares at both with such unfamiliarity that Mary and Hamlet both share a concerned look. They work on teaching Macbeth how to drink the water, and how to eat the food. Hamlet's starting to think that this boy has actually never eaten.
An hour later Mary and Hamlet are helping Macbeth lay down in the guest room bed. Mary tucks the boy in with a kind smile before kissing his forehead. Macbeth doesn't smile, doesn't speak, but he closes his eyes and falls asleep fairly quickly. Hamlet and Mary exit the room quietly, and head out the back door into the garden. Mary crosses her arms as she looks Hamlet in the eyes, studying his expression for a moment.
“So what are you gonna do about this?” Mary asks sternly.
Hamlet pinches the bridge of his nose, “I have no idea. I can't just abandon him. You saw how he stared at water like it was some mysterious thing. He needs a guardian.”
“...And you named him ‘Macbeth'? The Shakespeare obsession may be going a bit far now, ‘Hamlet’,” she teases, trying to lighten the mood.
Hamlet lets out a weak chuckle and rubs the back of his neck, “it was the first name that came to mind.”
Mary shakes her head and laughs softly before she speaks, “well I'm sorry to leave, but…”
“I understand. We'll be alright Mary,” Hamlet smiles at her as he speaks, “thanks for coming over here.”
Mary nods before stepping into her reflection in the window. Her appearance again becomes bloody and terrifying, but despite that she turns and waves at Hamlet before walking out of view. With Mary gone, Hamlet collapses into a garden chair and rubs his forehead as he thinks.
Macbeth enters Hamlet's home: a small cabin in the forest that borders the city. The young boy looks around curiously, and fixates on a white orchid on a nearby shelf. The flower is well taken care of, and it has a small red spot in the center. Macbeth stares at the plant in wonder, prompting Hamlet to move closer in curiosity.
“You've never seen something like that, have you?” Hamlet asks, feeling bad for the poor boy.
“No,” Macbeth answers plainly.
Hamlet frowns and nods as he stares at Macbeth. Hamlet takes out his phone and sends a text before touching Macbeth's shoulder. He gently guides Macbeth through the house; showing him each room and explaining their purpose before stopping in front of the bathroom.
“We're gonna get you cleaned off, alright? I'll get you some new clothes, and my friend is gonna help show you how to wash yourself, okay buddy?” Hamlet smiles reassuringly as he speaks.
Macbeth nods and looks at the mirror in the bathroom curiously. Hamlet visibly grows anxious and steps closer to the mirror, trying to block Macbeth's view a bit.
“Hey, let me show you how the water works,” Hamlet tries to distract Macbeth from the mirror.
Macbeth seems to catch on, and quickly looks at the mirror again. A figure appears behind him in the reflection, and steps closer. A pale woman with blood running down her face and matted red hair comes into view. Hamlet grimaces and quickly turns to Macbeth to comfort him, expecting the boy to be afraid. Macbeth instead stares at the woman in the mirror with curiosity. He shows no fear, only genuine interest. The woman in the reflection reaches towards him, gently touching his shoulder, and Macbeth feels her touch instantly. The woman peeks over his shoulder from behind him with a kind smile. Her real appearance is very normal, a pale, red haired woman with blue eyes and smooth skin. The blood is gone, but her reflection strangely still reflects the scarier version of her.
“Sorry about that sweetheart, I wasn't trying to scare you,” the woman says, smiling at Macbeth.
Hamlet sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “I told you he was a child, and you show up right when he looks in the mirror?”
The woman rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at Hamlet, “he's fine, aren't ya sweetie?”
Macbeth stares at her curiously before nodding, “how did you do that?”
The woman giggles as she speaks, “have you ever heard of Bloody Mary?”
Macbeth shakes his head. Mary frowns as she watches the confusion in his eyes. Hamlet kneels next to Macbeth and pats his back comfortingly.
He speaks with a soft smile, “this is my friend Mary. She's the sweetest, but she looks scary in mirrors. I asked her to help you out while I go and buy you some new clothes.”
Mary nods firmly, “we're gonna get you a bath, and some yummy food, alright darling?”
Macbeth is visibly confused, concerning Mary. Hamlet nods and gives Mary a silent look. Mary seems to understand, nodding to Hamlet before guiding Macbeth to the bathtub. She shows him how to turn the water on as Hamlet exits the room.
Hamlet leaves fairly quickly, sighing softly. All he can do is imagine the horrors Macbeth must have seen to be so unphased by the real Bloody Mary appearing behind him. He tries not to worry about it as he drives into town, but his mind keeps trying to put the pieces together. The only thing he's sure about is that he isn't abandoning this boy.
tw: death of a child, child abandonment, child neglect, child abuse, gore, blood, dark themes
Author's Note: This is the first part of what is planned to be quite a long series. I've had this story idea for years, and I'm finally putting it into words. It's pretty edgy, but I want to share it anyways.
The man stands at a grave, staring at the faded nameplate with a frown. He lets out a soft sigh, and slowly places a bundle of dried lavender flowers in front of the headstone. When he raises his head he notices a young boy on his knees at the edge of the graveyard. The man looks at the lavender he left before moving towards the boy. He looks around for any adults that may be accompanying the boy, but he finds none.
As he nears the boy he sees freshly disturbed dirt, and a makeshift grave marker. The boy, no older than ten, kneels at the edge of the disturbed dirt, staring at it silently. Then the man notices what the boy is covered in. Blood, dirt, and rot cover his skin. His clothes are torn, and stained to a concerning degree. There are twigs and leaves in his matted, black hair. The boy has blackened, dried blood on his face like it had poured from his head long ago, and his eyes are bloodshot.
The man clenches his fists as he speaks in a gentle tone, “are you alright, buddy?”
The boy does not respond, nor does he move.
“Is there somebody that can come and get you home?” the man questions, concerned.
The boy continues to stare at the makeshift headstone as if in a trance.
The man gently places his hand on the boy's shoulder, frowning as a stench hits his nose. It's a scent he's unfortunately familiar with, decomposing flesh. The boy finally turns his head towards the man. The boy's movements are slow, mechanical. The man smiles weakly at the boy, trying to lighten the boy's mood.
“My name is Hamlet, what's yours?”
The boy says nothing, but he tilts his head to the left in acknowledgement. Hamlet's smile fades as he kneels beside the boy.
“Do you have somewhere to go, buddy? Someone that can help you?”
The boy looks at the makeshift grave in contemplation. He takes a deep breath before clenching his fists, further tearing his threadbare pants.
The boy forms his words slowly, as if speaking is something he isn't used to, “they killed her…”
Hamlet looks at the makeshift grave and sighs, “you buried her on your own?”
The boy looks at Hamlet and speaks slowly, “yes…she didn't deserve any of this…”
“What was her name?” Hamlet gently places a hand on the boy's shoulder as he asks, trying to comfort him.
“I don't know,” the boy looks ashamed of this.
Hamlet gently squeezes the boy's shoulder, “I'm sorry…do you need somewhere safe?”
The boy looks at Hamlet with wide eyes before his small spark of hope quickly fades, “I have nowhere to go…”
Hamlet nods and slowly stands, offering his hand, “come on then. Let's get you a bath, and some food.”
The boy looks at Hamlet in confusion, “what's ‘food’?”
Hamlet's heart hurts when he hears that, “you've never heard that word? It's the stuff you eat.”
“Eat?”
Hamlet frowns and mimes the act of eating slowly for the boy, trying to explain what eating is. The boy stares at Hamlet in wonder, genuinely confused.
The boy speaks with curiosity, “I've never done that before.”
“You must have, I'll show you when we get there. Follow me buddy,” Hamlet speaks with determination, offering the boy his hand again.
The boy stares at Hamlet's hand for a long moment before quietly taking it. Hamlet slowly helps the boy to his feet, and guides him carefully to a black car. The boy stumbles along beside Hamlet, clearly fatigued and weak. Hamlet patiently helps the boy along before opening the back door to his car and helping the boy into the seat. The boy is awkward, especially as Hamlet buckles his seatbelt for him.
“What's this thing?” the boy asks, looking around the car in wonder.
Hamlet smiles kindly at the boy, “it's a car, it moves faster than walking.”
Hamlet enters the driver's seat quietly, trying to act positive for the boy. He double checks that the boy is buckled and ready before he starts driving. The boy gasps, staring out the window in amazement.
“What's your name, buddy?” Hamlet asks, looking at the boy in the rear view mirror.
The boy's head snaps to look at Hamlet, and he frowns, “I don't have one…”
Hamlet frowns and glances back at the boy, “well that just won't do! How about we call you Macbeth?”
The boy stares at Hamlet still, “Mac…beth…okay.”
Hamlet nods, sighing softly, “it's okay Macbeth, I'll make sure you're taken care of.”
Macbeth doesn't seem to understand, but he doesn't ask any more questions. He just stares out the car window as the trees pass by. Neither of them speaks for the rest of the ride.
If you are reading this, then I have succeeded, and my life finally has meaning. My species is gone, and so am I. Destroyed by our own hubris. Life formed on our planet five billion years ago, and by the time you read this not a single cell will remain. Our leaders have failed us, and our planet is dead. This will be my last work. A record of my species, my planet, and if my translator works I hope it may make this information useful to you. May this serve as a warning to all sentient beings. Do not make the mistakes we have made. Do not destroy yourselves for greed.
The word for my species translates to “The Transcendent”, a name we gave ourselves out of vanity. More accurate names would be “The Consumption”, “The Arrogant”, “The Greedy”, “The Fools”. We saw this apocalypse coming, and our leaders did nothing, the wealthy and powerful did nothing. Their vanity made them believe they were invincible. They thought they would be able to escape. Because of greed and vanity all twelve billion of us have died, and the plants and animals of our planet with us. We consumed our planet. We saw its resources as ours to exploit, and so we exploited. Every mineral, every plant, every animal was simply there to further progress our technology, and our amusement. Our planet was beautiful before. So I'd been told. I am not old enough to have seen its natural beauty in person. Only ancient photographs and diagrams remain of nature. Our planet has become a wasteland, with only a single city covering nearly one third of the planet remaining, and it is about to be destroyed.
Our deaths are not because of our destruction of the natural environment, our burning of the forests, nor our poisoning of the oceans. Those disasters have long been dealt with. Our scientists theorized that climate disaster has been the end of many sentient species, and perhaps that may be why we never found any others in our pursuit through the stars. Our climate disasters were handled, although not everything made it out alive. The natural environment is already gone. The only plants and animals that remain are those being farmed, and those too will perish with us. By the time you're reading this, they will already be destroyed. I wish you could have seen them, reader. The blue grasses of my world were beautiful. Their waxy leaves made them resilient, and it always seemed like nothing could rid the world of some of the most basic plants. Purple and green flowers grow as weeds in our artificial lawns. The last vestiges of what used to grow freely outside of our cities. Had we not poisoned the land, those resilient flowers may have survived the coming apocalypse. The flying reptiles that once were a nuisance have died out. The few that lived in cities have been hunted to extinction by the desperate and hungry. The small animals that once invaded our homes have fled to the wastes, where they will surely starve. The molds that once grew in dark, moist corners are the only things resembling life that seem like they may survive, but nothing can truly make it out of this disaster.
We are doomed because of greed, and vanity. Our scientists warned them that their greed would destroy our planet, but they never listened. The powerful thought themselves above consequences, even as our planet screamed out in pain. Even as the planet fought back. Even as chemicals poisoned our land and oceans. The beaches are impossible to traverse now. The stench of decay is unbearable, and the ground is no longer solid. Deep sea animals that had never seen the blue light of our twin suns washed up en masse. Entire species were declared extinct before they were first identified by scientists. The only records we have of some animals are photos of half-rotted corpses or skeletal remains.
The worst thing about the coming apocalypse is that the poisoning of our planet was intentional. Our governments assured us that the military knew what they were doing in their fight against the “other”. The wars seemed to never end. The enemy seemed unstoppable, because it was all fake. We could see through it, but we felt helpless to stop them. Fake wars against fake enemies in the name of control. They released chemical weapons that destroyed all possibility of life in the areas they were deployed. They were even more effective than anyone could have predicted. Weapons designed to poison entire countries, but certainly the effects can be contained. Foolishly, they were used on the guilty and the innocent. Our planet will be habitable to life once more in no less than twelve million years. Even now, days before the end, those responsible think they can escape responsibility. They are wrong.
My species deserves to be forgotten, but my planet does not. The purple sands of the Deadlands were home to such beautiful plants. The tall pink cactuses towering over the vast landscape like a forest, and our forests were beautiful too. Leaves in every color imaginable dotted many hills and valleys. The planet is too hot now for water to freeze, but our planet used to be entirely frozen at the bottom half. Even then, it sustained such a beautiful variety of life. Plants that could handle the frozen tundra, animals that found creative, amazing ways to stay warm, even some species of fungi thrived in places colder than most life could handle.
Our world's demise was slow, predictable, and tragic. The air is poison, the land is barren, even caves further down than we ever thought possible have been breached in vain attempts to search for more resources. If life continues on this planet, it will come from those caves that we have missed. Rather than the ocean, life will emerge from the ground. I wish I could live to see what it becomes, but as I write this I have hours to live. This is the culmination of my entire species, this document. I will store it in several forms in this vessel, and hope it is found by someone else that is capable of understanding it. I am afraid, but this document gives me some comfort in my final moments. If you are reading this, then I have succeeded, and my life finally has meaning.
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As I drift through the vastness of space, all I can think of is home. I wish I could have my wife's pumpkin pie again. Or hold my children. Or see a sunset. This view isn't terrible, but it doesn't beat the mountains. It is funny though. All of that variety in landscape, all of the beauty of Earth, every person that has ever lived. I can see all of them. Every human that's ever lived and ever died is within my view. At this point they're just a small blue dot, impossibly far away. My oxygen will last a few hours more. I wonder how far I'll get? I can't tell how fast I'm drifting. I've definitely set a record though. I will die further from my home than any human in history. In a morbid way, I'm proud of that accomplishment at least. Perhaps I'll be found eventually. I hope my body makes it out of the solar system though. Perhaps I'll be the first sign of life an alien species will find. a preserved piece of human history, forever drifting through space. I just wish I could share the view.
Featuring:
Venti (Genshin Impact) and Corvi (Vtuber/Twitch Streamer)
Summary:
Welcome to a tale where the wind meets the stars.
Word Count: 617
Stars everywhere are just stars, right? Wrong. Much like the wind. Even though it’s a part of our daily lives. They change ever so slightly. Sometimes even before your eyes. They’re there when you can’t see them or feel them. Both give a sense of wonder and freedom. Both remind you that something or someone is always with you. The stars twinkle softly in the sky as their greeting. While the wind caresses your skin and plays with your hair. Both are kind and soft. Both can be harsh and barren. Yet, this is the story of how the anemo archon and star became friends.
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They walked through the street filled with curiosity. Why were there so many pumpkins? They were told those were food, but these have faces carved into them, and they're being left outside. There's so many decorations that weren't here before, and they're kind of scary looking. A familiar face greets them as he normally does, walking up from behind them and matching their speed.
He speaks plainly, "there's a holiday coming up, the decorations are for that."
As usual, he knew exactly what they were going to ask before they did. They always found that odd, but he would never tell them how he did that. They don't really know anything about him, they never really asked.
They speak as they look at one home's decorations, "what's the holiday celebrating?"
Their friend shrugs as he speaks, "nowadays it's an excuse to dress in costumes and eat a ridiculous amount of candy."
"What's candy?" they ask as they look at their friend.
He takes a piece of chocolate out of his coat pocket and holds it out to them. He always has something relevant in his pocket.
"How do you always know what I'm gonna ask about?" Corvi asks, tilting their head to one side.
"It's complicated...this particular candy is called chocolate," he says, offering one of his rare smiles.
"Chocolate?" they ask, smiling as they take the chocolate, reading over the wrapper curiously.
They pop the treat in their mouth after fumbling with the wrapper for a moment. They've never had something this sweet, but they like it! They smile at their friend as he eats a piece of candy himself.
Corvi speaks first, "It's so sweet!"
Their friend nods with a smile, "candy often is, but not always. I'll show you later, I've got something else to show you."
Their friend leads them to a small cabin just outside of town. The forest surrounding it is quite dark, despite it not being night, but it seems their friend put up lanterns to help them see. As they enter the small home they're met with a comfortable warmth as a fire blazes on the wall of the living room. They'd never seen a fireplace before, but their friend told them about how humans like fire to keep themselves warm. Now that they think about it, it was quite chilly lately. And the leaves have been changing color, but they weren't sure why. They sure were pretty though. Their friend enters the room with a box in hand, holding it out to them.
He smiles as he speaks, "it gets cold this time of year, I thought you could use one."
They nod as they open the box, revealing a similar coat to their friend's. A long coat that would go all the way to their ankles. As they unfold it they notice something interesting, the inside of the coat looks like stars. It reminds them of their time before they fell to Earth. The stars aren't sewn in, they move independently of the coat, like another universe. They look at their friend curiously. He offers a smile in return as he pulls his coat open to reveal a similar star pattern.
"Consider it my personal brand of magic," he says with a knowing grin.
They don't know how he did this, but they smile as they put their new coat on. Their friend grins as he steps closer.
"Now, do you want to participate in a fun holiday tradition?" he asks with an unusual glee in his voice.
"What type of tradition?" they ask, putting a hand on their hip.
Their friend motions to a doorway down the hall, "humans will wear costumes for the day, there's a wardrobe in there with a few I think will fit you."
"Why wear costumes for the day?" they ask curiously, moving to the doorway.
"Ah, it started not too far from where you fell. They would wear costumes to ward off evil spirits," he says with a smile, "I think it's fun."
They smile as they look through the wardrobe. Thanks to their friend they actually understand what the costumes are supposed to be. They pick out their favorite and quickly put it on. They slowly peek out of the room to try and see if their friend has his back turned. It seems he's decided to sit on the couch. They grin as they try to sneak up on him, slowly approaching before throwing their arms in the air and jumping into his view.
"Boo! I'm a ghost!" the sheet they're wearing is kind of hard to see out of, so they can't tell if they successfully spooked their friend.
His laughter is enough to make them start laughing as well. They adjust the sheet of their ghost costume so they can see again, and smile as their friend nods approvingly.
"Very spooky, now let's go get some more candy," he says, standing.
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A response story to @flaredarkstormwrites ~!
It’s a response to his very first post, Pain is Real. I hope that you enjoy dear wanders. :D
Content Warning: Swearing, Themes of Death
He was warned this wasn’t going to be a happy story. There weren’t going to be any heroes jumping in to save the day. The big bad won’t get defeated, nor will they better themselves. Yet he still wished to listen. This was Flare’s story after all. Every action, every moment a person goes through makes a little bit of who you are. You can’t change it but you can live and grow from it. Von refuses to let this part of Flare’s story die, simply because it was ‘too hard to hear.’ Every story deserves to be heard and Von will lend his ear to each and every one.
With his leather notebook in hand. The brunette clicked his pen a few times, scribbling on the corner of the page before nodding at Flare with a sheepish grin.
“Mr. Flare. Ahem. I mean Flare! Thank you once again in advance for sharing this with me. I don’t know how many people I can reach by recording it but I’ll always hold it close to my heart. I’ll make sure your story will be known by someone,” pressing his pen to paper. Von’s ears perked as Flare began to recall his tale.
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They walked through the empty park curiously. They were still getting used to their new human-looking form. Blending in with the humans is odd, but kind of fun. They walk across the grass, looking at everything with a bright curiosity. They look at every tree, every bush, every animal like it's a piece of art. They eventually reach out to touch a bush, curious as they see the triangular things sticking out of the branches. They run their hand along the branch, only to be met with a new sensation.
It's unpleasant. They nearly scream as they jerk away, almost panicked. They look at their hand only to see light shining through the new opening in their skin. That's not supposed to happen! And why does it burn so much? This new sensation takes all of their focus as they slap their other hand over most of the small wounds the bush gave them. Tears prick at their eyes as they try to push the light back into their body. It doesn't work. This isn't supposed to happen! How did the bush cut their hand like that? Was it those sharp things? The burning sensation only gets worse as they touch the wounds.
They break down crying as they fall to their knees. Is it going to burn like this forever? Why won't it stop? The light bleeding from their hand feels terrible. They feel faint. As though they might fall unconscious at any moment. They sob loudly as they clutch their hand close to their body, trying anything to get the burning to go away. They begin to shake as they sob, light bleeding from multiple small wounds in their hand. This is the worst thing they've ever experienced.
A stranger pulls them out of their panic attack by holding his hand out to them. They look up at the stranger, still crying, to see a tall, dark haired man holding his right hand out to them. It's hard to see his face through their tears. The man speaks as he kneels down in front of them.
"You cut yourself?" he asks them sincerely.
They look at their hand, trying to blink the tears away to no avail. Light continues to shine through their cuts as they hold their hand up shakily. The man nods as he gently touches their hand. They jerk their hand away, as the burning sensation gets worse from the touch.
"I can't make it go away if you don't let me touch it…" the man speaks patiently, "is this the first time you've hurt yourself?"
They nod, sniffling as they slowly place their hand in his. The man reaches into a shoulder bag that they're sure wasn't there a moment ago, and he pulls out a small roll of a white cloth.
"Pain is hard to handle, I know, but you'll be okay," the man smiles at them as he wraps their hand somewhat tightly with the cloth.
They watch curiously as they try once more to blink the tears out of their eyes. The pain fades away slowly as the cloth covers the light pouring from their wounds. The man tapes the cloth to their hand before helping them stand up straight. They feel much better now, though their hand still hurts.
The man smiles kindly at them as he helps them up, "would you like me to walk with you?"
They've never had company like this. Is it safe to do so? He did just help them with their cuts. Would it be rude to decline? The social conventions on this planet aren't familiar to them. They decide to nod as they continue on their walk. The man walks beside them, mere feet away. He doesn't say much, nor do they. They feel much safer now though, having someone nice nearby. Maybe they can try looking at one of the pointy bushes again soon.
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They're surprised to find themselves falling to the blue planet. Gravity has captured them, and they know it's only a matter of time. What new wonders would this world hold? Would it be less lonely? They had almost grown fond of the emptiness, but it seems that's come to an end. The descent takes a couple of minutes. The lights on the ground tell them that they aren't alone. The thought of company scares them. Would these strangers be kind? Or would they threaten them? The uncertainty eats at them until the moment they hit the ground.
The sound is louder than they'd expected as they crash onto the rocky ground. This strange new place is different than they'd expected. The ground isn't nearly as blue as it looks from a distance. And what's this green stuff? It's alive, that they can tell. They hear a noise and try to hide in the larger soft green things. A jumbled mess of sounds come from a large thing nearby. The green thing they hide in is a different texture from the soft green thing coating the ground. This one's a lot less soft, and more rigid. Much better for hiding. And what are these tiny black things running around? Should they try to hide from those too? They're amazing though, carrying green things ten times their size! While they're distracted, they don't notice the larger things moving away, until they hear a rustling sound of something the large thing dropped. They move to the flat black and white object curiously, once it's safe to move out of their green hiding place. The white object is covered in black symbols, and an image of the sky.
"June 26, 1937
CORVIDS METEOR SHOWER"
The object is crumpled, so it's hard to make out most of the other symbols, but the ones they see are fascinating. What could they mean? They must study them more while they explore. The "V" looking one is really cool too. They like that one the most. The amount of new stimulus is amazing, and somewhat scary. The fact that it's all new scares them a little, what if some of the new stuff is mean? But for now they won't worry about it. They're getting tired after all of the exploring.
Author's Note: This is the first fanfic I've ever written, and it's about the absolutely lovely ConstellationCorvi! Corvi is an agender star bird VTuber from the constellation Corvus, and I've got a few stories about them to post on here. There are also more stories in the works! Go watch ConstellationCorvi on Twitch here:
*:･ﾟ✧ Welcome to the Constellation ✧˖° :* My name is Corvi: a fallen star from the Constellation Corvus! I'm an ENVtuber who plays video ga
They open their eyes slowly. The beauty of space amazes them. They can see more stars than they've ever thought could possibly exist. Nebulae accent the blackness of space, creating beautiful colors. They take in the beauty for a long moment before they realize how odd it is to be weightless. They turn their head, becoming dizzy from the sensation. Space is so much more beautiful than they'd ever dared hope. The sensation of dread takes a few minutes to hit them. Why are they there? What brought them there? Are they alone? If not, what else could be around? The questions race through their mind, causing them to panic. They flail their weightless body, trying to look at all of their surroundings. Then, they look down, and their stomach drops as a sensation of falling overtakes them. They clutch their chest as their breathing increases. Are they falling? Can they even fall? They dare to look up, hoping not to experience the same falling sensation. But this time their body feels as though it's falling upwards. They can't tell if they're even moving. The weightlessness makes it impossible to tell. Nothing they can see is moving relative to them, but they don't know how far away anything is either. they don't enjoy being alone. They don't know if it's been minutes or hours, but they feel lonely. Hearing nothing besides their own thoughts and their heartbeat unnerves them. The only thing they feel once they calm themself is the cold beginning to seep in. The only changing stimulus are a few flickering stars in the distance. The beauty is becoming unnerving to them as they stare at the unchanging landscape of space. They can't help but think about how lonely they are. They've concluded that there are no other living things close enough to them to interact with, good or bad. The isolation is almost worse than the cold, and the boredom. they can't do anything but stare at an unchanging field of stars, and think to themself. Their thoughts aren't too comforting anymore. Hopefully they can awaken in a less lonely place.
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