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(ooc: yes I hc seven watches all these niche/online things like tadc and Minecraft args cause he's a fucking loser weird kid)

Wifies had posted again, fuck I'm crying guys. Anyways this is also a continuation cause holy fuck my D3rlord3/Derek posts had sky rocketed overnight damn.

Anyways: Spoiler ahead for those who has not watch part 2 yet, be warned.

Now playing: Babydoll, Drag Path, Sparks, May you never forget me

D3rlord3 groans as he grips his head. His mind feels like someone is hammering down his brain non stop repeatedly, his vision flashing in different images. The dinosaur's extinction, the cold war happening and another war coming in the future.

A laugh, low and unnerving, echoed through the walls inside the room, "It seems like you found us."

The king turned his head towards the terrified poet, who stared at the knight in horror and despair, "Do you feel happy that the person you expect finally appears? Are you joyful, my little poet?"

D3rlord3 suddenly screamed in agony, as he pounded into his golden helmet. His knees buckled, the poet scrambled to her feet, ignoring the pain that shot up to get legs. Before the knight could fall, he was caught by her.

The poet breathes, her hand holding him while the other holds the side of his head, cradling him. "You came... Why? I told you so many times to not come!" She said as tears began prickling her eyes, her shoulders shaking as sobs began escaping her mouth.

The man stared up at her, despite being hit with the endless knowledge, his vision unstable, he still held himself together to get a better look at her. "I have never expected...for you to be so ethereal." His hand lifts and holds her cheek.

Droplets of tears fell into his armor, yet he did not care. His thumbs brushed a tear, "I have always wondered...what you would be. I ignored your warnings, I kept going, just because...I wanted to see you."

More tears began to flow out the poet's eyes, "You would do all that for a stranger as I?" A chuckle erupts from her throat between her sobs, "You're always unpredictable."

"It seems like I have given you enough time to see each other. I am impressed by you, golden knight. But I hope this is a warning you must not forget, for I would strike again, if not obeyed."

The poet felt herself getting pulled, she looked at her arms and legs seeing shadows pulling her. Her breathing quickens and looks back at d3rlord3, he, in response gripped her arms tight, afraid that he wouldn't see her again if he let go.

She smiles at him, "I believe in you, that you'll find a way." His grip tightens, "No. Don't say that—"

"Promise me, that you'll find me again."

"..."

"I promise."

She gets pulled back, as d3rlord3 desperately tries to reach out for her, her golden locks slowly getting swallowed by the shadows. His last vision was the king's face, before losing consciousness.

Avery looks at d3rlord3 and decides to ask, "By the way, who was the girl you mentioned in your book?" This catches the Knight's attention, "What?" Avery coughs, "The girl you mentioned in your book. You quote, 'She talks in poetry, her voice soft as she sings her stories. She once told me, she would create a ballad of me.' That's the exact words inside your books. I'm kinda impressed I memorized that, props to me I guess."

D3rlord3 stays quiet as he stares at the other before him, Avery could feel nervousness crawling up his skin at the Knight's silence, he gulps, "I mean basically, you did have two whole pages dedicated to her—"

"She..." This immediately shuts the slime, "...was the reason why I continued in the first place. She saved me on many occasions. I owe her."

"What...what happened to her?"

"Gone. Taken away from me before we could even have the chance to know well. I promised her that I'm going to find her, that's why I'm in this place and many other places."

Avery noticed the Knight's hand into a fist, he looked angry and regretful, "Did you love her?" That question seems to hit d3rlord3 as he stayed quiet longer than both of them expected.

"...I loved her before I could meet her."

D3rlord3 stared in horror at the two yellow eyes that stared right back at him, his body went rigid hearing the king's plans laid out on him. Avery was to be its vessel, and used it to transfer himself to the physical world. If he doesn't do anything right now it will—.... Wait...

"Where is she?"

That one question almost made the entity laugh, "You cared for a woman you met once, a woman who you only know through the voice in your head. Yet you already devoted yourself to her? I have never expected someone as smart as you could easily be this desperate."

"Where. Is. She."

This wasn't a question anymore, it was a threat. The king sighs, "I suppose I would let you see her before I send you off, take it as a departing gift." Something appeared at d3rlord3 peripheral vision.

As he turned his head, he saw her. The poet. Kneeling and seemingly praying, he could hear her whisper and mumble under her breath, he could not get what she was trying to say through her prayers. Her golden hair fell over her entire body like a curtain, protected and concealed.

D3rlord3 took a step forward, the clank of his armored shoe made the poet stop, her back was at him, slowly she turned her head towards his direction. His eyes met a pair of gold ones.

No. Not the gold pupils that you see in a normal person, her eyes were wholely yellow, from her pupils towards her sclera. She looked like a deity who descended from heaven to bless the lands below, merely by her presence. Her appearance alone could sway living and non living things, just as Orpheus could sway both with his music.

The moment their eyes met, the knight wasted no time and bolted towards her, and the moment she stood up, sh was already engulfed in a hug. Warm. He held so gently and carefully, afraid that if he held tighter she might break and disappear once again.

No words were exchanged between them, because they both knew that their presence together told more than it ever was.

Their moment was cut off the king in yellow, "Time's up. I have given you enought time to see her." The two stared at it, wide eyed, "Wait—"

Before he could get another word, he felt his body fall. He looked up to see the poet desperately trying to reach out for him, before she disappears.

The poet kneels to the void ground, her body shaking, starely at the floor. The king only stared at her trembling form, amused. "Why did you..." She whispers, "To give you false hope. Do not think that you had the chance to escape from me. Remember, you are already a part of me, we cannot be separated."

The poet choked before letting out a cry, "This wasn't what I wished for."

D3rlord3 walked around the old village, the same village he once roamed at his first quest. The ground was covered in white glass, seemingly frozen in time. Other than the ground, nothing new changed.

He already obtained the spell to get rid of the king in yellow, hidden in a barrel beneath the glass floor. Before he could go back to the halls, his eyes caught something.

Not from afar, was a tree. If he remembered correctly, there wasn't a tree at that spot before. It was behind one of the abandoned houses, but what caught his attention more was another barrel hidden directly under the tree.

He didn't think twice and immediately strutted towards it. He mined the glass next to the barrel, as he opened it he was greeted by two books. One was titled the king in yellow, it was the origin of the king. It seems like a story book.

The other book was untitled, d3rlord3 stared at it before opening.

"Journal entry no.1,

Things were normal back in the village, the people in their usual routine, so was I. I would often go to the center if the village and play my lyre, and sing ballads. Kids and grown ups would gravitate towards me as I play my instrument. It made me happy, people liked my music. Some said I was beautiful, it also made me happy."

"Journal entry no. 2,

Two months later,

A commotion was happening in the village, the leader was saying something about his new discovery. My family dragged me out to see. The leader, told us about an entity. He told us, that he found in his ancestors belongings, a story of a king who can grant any wish, he said if we summoned the said king, we can all make our wishes. Some were skeptical of his words while some belived him. My family were one of those skeptical, none took him seriously and we all left."

"Journal entry no. 3,

Five months later,

The words from our leader seemed to made it into the minds of people as they began to belive in the story of the king in yellow. My parents, too, are starting believe in the propaganda."

"Journal entry no. 4,

Nine months later,

Everything is getting strange, the leader had ordered the village to change the color of our houses into yellow, to appeal more to the king. Everyone obeyed and slowly, the once vibrant village had covered in bright yellow paint. Although I adore the color yellow, I must admit it is a sire in the eyes with too much of it."

"Journal entry no. 5,

One year later,

The leader established a statue above the once fountain. It was the structure of an angel, covered in yellow materials. It seems like another way to appeal to the king. I feel like everyone is getting out of hand with these."

"Journal entry no. 6,

One year and 3 months later,

The leader had appointed me to sing beneath the statue every morning, he said something about the king enjoys music. I do not know if it is only me, but everytime I go near the statue, I've felt off."

"Journal entry no. 9,

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This wasn't supposed to happen, everyone is gone. I don't know what to do. I saw it. The king, he appeared in front of me, he used everyone. He told me to be his vessel. I don't know why, I don't what he means but it hurts, my mind hurts. It hurts so much. Make it stop."

"Journal entry no. ?,

???????,

I had lost count, how long have I been stuck in this place. I'm scared. I'm scared being alone with it. Everything is so empty, I'm at the verge of insanity."

"Journal entry no. ?,

???????,

I saw in a vision, was a man. He was a knight, in golden armor. He was persistent, stubborn, brave and quick witted. I see him going through obstacles, then at the village. I see him entering the gate, I see him go insane. And I see him finding this book. I know you're reading this, and I advise you to go before it's too late. But knowing you, you would only go forward. Can I be honest? I had written tgousands of songs, from tales of heroes to tales of romance, in truth, in all my years of being alive, I have always wanted to be like the ones in my stories. The ones that ends with their true love. I was romantic yes, but isn't all poets are? I don't want to end up as Orpheus, to find the person he loves only to lose her. I don't want to wander lands singing sad ballads. If ever we have the chance to meet, would you willing to take me as your consort? It is sudden yes, for a stranger like me. But I have already loved you before I met you.

Sincerely,

The poet (name)"

D3rlord3 slowly closes the book, his hand trembling. He tucked the journal inside his bag, before walking towards the giant yellow gate, an exit towards this village and its remains.

"I'm sorry Avery. Until next time friend." Derek said as he watched his friend fall into the vast endless void. "And selfless, you're willing to sacrifice yourself to stop the king?" A familiar voice exclaimed, the knight turns around to see a familiar face smiling towards him.

He didn't rush towards her, he stood and stared. "Why did you do that?" (name) asked, "It's the only way to stop it and to save Avery." He replied, his hand gripping her journal, she caught sight if it, "It seems like you found it."

"Yeah."

He looked at her, hope in his eyes, "Does that mean you're finally free?" She looks at him, a sad smile plastered on her face, eyes looking down. "Back when the king took me, it tried to make me its vessel but it didn't work. The backlash, as I became part of it. What I see is it sees, to everything I do it's there. And you killed it—"

"Meaning you'll die alongside it." Derek finished, (name) nods, a solemn expression plastered on her face. Tears start to blur the Knight's vision, with many years if torture he finally let himself break, his breath shaky.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—I...! Fuck! I didn't know."

"It's okay. I'm happy. I finally broke free from its grasp, I should be thanking you." Derek snapped, "NO. This isn't what I planned, you're supposed to be free not...not this."

Derek starts to walk towards her, just as he stepped closer, the place around them changed. Instead of the endless void surrounding them, it was replaced by a field of flowers. The atmosphere turned water, as if they were underwater and were allowed to breathe.

Several strands of (name)'s hair began to float around her, haloing her like a deity. The knight could not help but stare in awe, he slowly lifted her hand, he bowed his head, as if pledging loyalty.

"We didn't have much time to know each other personally. But I knew who you are. If only fate had given us different plans then—" before she could finish, warm lips pressed against hers, Derek's mask was lifted to show the bottom of his face.

He pulled away, "I know. But even in our little time, I already knew I had fallen in love with you." Tears start to escape out of (name)'s eyes as it flows up. "I just wanted to save you."

"You already saved me."

"I'm glad."

Suddenly her body starts to float, the girl looks at her self before looking back, he was holding her hand, letting her float as he anchored her down.

"Maybe if fate had given us a chance, maybe in our next life, would you look for me again?"

"I promise."

She smiles at him, "Then I'm relieved." He lets go of her hand, and watches as her body ascends up, her figure growing smaller before the light finally engulfs her, leaving him alone.

The scene changes as he was back at the endless void he once stood, he stayed there standing and thinking, before letting out a sigh.

"Yeah, I hope fate gives us a chance."

And then he could hear a flatline.

RIP D3RLORD3/ DEREK HUTCHINS 2025-2026

Bruh his death makes me sad. I wanna cry dude, Holy peak of a story. Props to Wifies for creating such an amazing arg series, and his hard work along with the people who helped him.