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Okay ACTUAL intro lmao

I'm Leafystan. I go by any pronouns (except he/him) but i prefer she/her. Im probably the biggest lesbian you'll ever meet.

I love art and writing, and im multifandom so I draw insparation from many things. Don't be shy to ask about my stuff! I love an excuse to yap!!

I also love science, maths, etc. I'm a nerd yes very sad.

BOUNDARIES:

“SLAUGHTERED HER COUSIN,

LIMBS BENT AT THE ROPE,

DENIED IT,

DENY HER HOPE,

REMOVE THE MEMORIES,

DO THE SAME TO HER,

REMOVE THE BODY,

NEVRAH'S DEMONS RETURN.”

Delilah's eyes scanned over the extract, carved shakily into wax, before handing it to the robot looming over her. She was thankful that she'd learnt English off of the metal husk long ago, otherwise she'd never be able to translate the clues left behind by long extinct humans. The oblecta government would get to keep their secrets.

“Scan this,” she shoved it into her hands. “I want to know everything about this woman. Tell me as I dig.”

“Afirmative.” Locator nodded, eyes already scanning the scripture as Delilah descended into the earth. “Maria Ebobag Janaqi. Born 1770 ADHE. Died 1791 ADHE due to bloodloss following dismemberment and no medical attention. Died with amnesia after being pelted with rocks for numerous hours. The death was an execution after she was framed by her grandmother, Janice Ebobag Janaqi, and accused of dismembering and hanging her cousin, Valorie Ebobag Janaqi. Had no suitors nor children. Her bloodline died long before the extinction of humans.”

“interesting,” Delilah hummed, finally unveiling the last bit of dirt.

Below, sat a dismembered body. The hands, now decayed and revealing brittle bones, had been placed over her chest with the fingers bent in a diamond shape. Situated below the feet, was the head, perfectly preserved. Dried blood rested above the eyes, where only a thin line of decay seemed to exist.

Locator peered over her shoulder.

“It has been mummified.”

“Glad you're able to see,” Delilah rolled her eyes. Locator didn't appear to pick up on the sarcasm.

“Might i ask why you need this corpse?”

“You remember the records of the other robot we found,” she paused, squinting as she tried to remember the details. “Ka5y, its name was?”

Locator nodded, and pulled up a hologram replica of the scriptures.

“Code had been weird for a while. Ended up skinning a girl named Kacy and pulling the skin over her face. Was dismantled, but the creator noted how it seemed to be emotional, despite being unable to feel emotion.”

“And you remember what the actual reason you scanned was, i presume?”

“The code was too advanced, too close to giving her emotions. She felt the sudden need to merge herself with something biological, and obtain a soul. If she hadn't been dismantled, she likely would've become just as sapient as you.”

Delilah stood, holding the head to Locator's.

“It's a bit large, but no worries. I can shrink it. I can make this work.”

Locator paused, tilting her head inquisitively.

“Make what work?”

“I'm going to recreate the results, attempt to place you in a symbiotic relationship with a dead soul,” she carelessly tossed the head into a plastic bag, rotting skin smearing over her hands. “Only, it'll go on for longer.”

The robot was silent for a few moments.

“I don't want that.”

“How would you know? You can't feel.”

“I am optimal as I am.”

“I thought the same about my arms. But look at me now,” she lifted up the bottom set of arms she'd given herself years ago. “Four arms is more efficient than two. Besides, if you haven't noticed, optimal functions are not my main priority. As long as you can scan and locate, I don't care what happens to you.”

“...There's nothing useful that this would bring.”

“Is there anything useful that you're bringing?”

Locator paused, her faceplates twitching.

“Like what?”

“Well, Charger's mad at you for that little stunt you pulled last week—”

“That was not a stunt. It was the most efficient way to gain battery after being deprived of it. It is not my fault that she could not comprehend this.”

Delilah hummed.

“You've been banned from subject three after attempting to bribe her.”

“I did not bribe Pink Fan,” Locator corrected. “I merely asked her for some energy as a supplement to Charger's electricity.”

“What good would that have done you?” Delilah cackled. “Only i have the means to transfer it to a useful store. Sounds to me like you were desperate.”

“I am physically incapable of feeling desperate.”

“You won't be once i combine you with Maria,” she stated, leaving no room for argument. Locator fell silent. “I'm going through with it. You have no say.”

“...Yes, Delilah Mophen.”

“Never go out into that forest.”

Those words had been drilled into Maple a thousand times. Horrible rumours circulated the very place— rumours that were added to by the year.

It started from cult-activity over fifty years ago. Numerous cults. Stories of undead creatures roaming, with too many hands to count. They'd mimic the voices of your loved ones, drag you in, feast upon your organs.

Then a new one. It had started up when Maple was only about one, and she was the most familiar with this one. A young girl, drowned in a lake, wandered like a lost soul through the forest. Tentacles with a grip stronger than steel arranged on her back like a warning to all who drew near.

All others had been more recent.

About a year ago, rumours of a half-melted boy, too many eyes to count. He'd stalk visitors, spreading his moss wherever they went. That moss, too, was covered in eyes. The moment the prey touched it, they'd dissolve into a mass of eyes, too. One with the moss.

Six months ago. A young woman, entirely made of crystal. The crystal spread to whatever it touched, solidifying anyone who grew too curious from the inside out.

There was another. Only slightly related. In the nearby lab, a robot sat. A perfect locator, more technologically advanced than anything ever seen in this town. After she'd turned up, her neighbours murmered about a figure of an unknown species, dancing in the streets. Many linked it to that robot. Many linked it to that forest.

All had led to her mother's warning.

“Never go out into that forest.”

Maple had listened. For the most part. She'd been in there once or twice to escape Star Wand. It wasn't new to her. She just never went too far in.

Until today.

Star Wand hadn't let up chase. Even if the rest of her plastic-faced friends had. The forest was twisting around her, dragging her deeper and deeper into it's roots.

“You can't run forever, Maple!” Star Wand called out, giggling like her misery was the funniest thing in the world.

“Leave me alone!” she cried out, clutching her bag as she ran. Lest it got stolen again. “I haven't even done anything!”

“You showed your hideous face, and that's enough.”

Maple shook her head, blinking back tears and only focusing on running. Until something appeared in her path. A hand.

A scream ruptured her throat as she tumbled to the ground, taken aback by the creature infront of her.

A dark silhouette. Too many hands to count. Too many hands to be natural.

Even Star Wand slowed to a stop.

“You,” it spoke. In a voice not it's own. It sounded exactly like her mother, but not quite. “you.”

The creature shrivelled back as a stick was thrown at it, allowing Maple to stumble to her feet.

“Run, you idiot!” Star Wand snapped at her.

“What—?”

“Run! Or do you want me to egg your house again?”

Maple took the hint, running off into the distance. A grimace took hold of Star Wand's face at the sight, turning back to the creature in front of her.

“Hand demon. I presume you wish to communicate?”

“Indeed. I am surprised you have not sacrificed that girl yet,” a symbol of hands appeared in the creature's eyes. It spoke with the voice of a child and an old man.

“I wouldn't disgrace a demon with her presence.”

“Interesting. You seem to dislike her, yet you saved her?”

“I hate her,” she confirmed. “Nobody should be that ugly. It's even worse that she's in love with me... disgusting. I presumed you wanted my attention, anyhow. This wouldn't be the first time that you've requested vessels from me.”

The creature grinned.

“Precisely that. You wouldn't sacricice that girl? As it would be an insult?”

“Correct,” she nodded.

“Then insult me. I want Maple as a vessel.”

Star Wand jumped back in shock.

“Maple? Really? Why?”

“She has potential. I don't care how long it takes to sacrifice her. I need her as a vessel.”

She paused. Then laughed.

“I always assumed she'd be the weakest vessel possible. Alright, I'll do it. But i'm going to make it hurt. Give me six months.”

“Splendid,” he grinned, adding one final command on. “make sure it's in one piece.”

But Star Wand had already left.

Not like it would matter. Nobody would be stupid enough to put an energy container into a smaller body. Especially an experienced vessel provider like herself.

There was nothing to worry about.