#blaze om

but

u got cooked by blaze huh... quite literally

DON’T-

(Tripwire coughs and splutters from her pitiful attempt to shout.)

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..just…

don’t…

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…don’t…want…

to…talk…about

it…

(You might as well.)

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…

(You said you do not like the heat, hence why you refused that cup of hot chocolate another soul offered you.)

(You must have a deeper adverse history with fire if those burn marks permanently staining your fabric form are any indication.)

(Well, I suppose there are far more of those marks staining you now, temporarily. Hm hm hm hm hm…)

stop…! j-just s-shut-t up!

(Hm hm hm ha ha Ha Ha HA HA!)

(Oh yes, I can picture it now!)

(You, the pyrophobic woeful soul, come into your first ever match within the realm seeking the blood of those you despise, and find yourself within Angel Island. A hellish, burning, smouldering landscape; the green plantlife coloured dark red by the open flames.)

(It is the kind of place you would find yourself trapped and boiling alive in inside of one of your own nightmares.)

(Instantly your mind brings you back. Back to the day of your damnation. The day when the flames of the unholy peeled your skin and gnawed at your veins. You remember it, the pain; the blistering, bursting, boiling agony you felt as the fires of sin ushered your soul down. Down into the deepest, murkiest depths.)

(You want away from it, away from the fire: away from the thought of your damnation, away from the pain it made you feel. So you attempt to block out your surroundings as much as possible and focus entirely on placing down traps anywhere you could, finding the survivor and exerting your hatred upon them.)

(Everything is going well. So well that you almost forget where you are, as you strip the bones from your victims. Giving them the same pain you felt, and feel every day in you spend trapped within your shell of a body.)

(But then, like a cruel joke from the universe-in fact, perhaps the cruelest you could imagine-you are striken. By a javelin of blazing flames.)

(You shriek out in fear and pain, as those memories bore into your mind once more.)

(You turn around and lock eyes with your attacker. A purple, poncho clad, fire-bearing, warrior princess. Determined to protect her friends from harm, and equally determined to unleash her fury upon you.)

(Terror pierces through you as you gaze at the unflinching empress before you like a rodent that has just turned the corner to see a roaring and vicious lion.)

(You run, or fly if we wish to be semantically accurate, as far as you possibly can.)

(You are terrified of the pyrokinetic princess, and do everything you can to avoid confrontation with her.)

(The survivors learn this and try to stick by her side as much as possible.)

(But you are clever. You separate the survivors from the princess. You attack from afar with your laser. You place traps in strategic locations so that the survivors would step on them, also hoping that, if you were lucky, the princess would detonate one and you would be rid of her; this never happened and you stopped trying quickly.)

(Eventually, you manage to pick off every other survivor, completely forgetting about how you had to slaughter the princess as well; Or perhaps, you do remember, but simply hope that if you could kill everyone else, the Void might take pity on you and let you out anyway.)

(Either way, Blaze the cat was now the Last Man Standing and you would be made to learn that a person often meets their destiny on the road they take to avoid it.)

(Having done away with the second-to-last survivor, you stagger in place… confused… as you begin to hear… music… fading in… coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once… as though it was sounding out from within your very mind.)

(Then, you stagger in place… you can hear a voice… singing.)

(That singing….that… voice…. you recognise it….vaguely.)

(And then the realisation hits you like a javelin.)

(It was the voice of the princess.)

(It was no mere song you were hearing, it was an elegy. Blaze’s elegy.)

(Her hallmark theme that the void had assigned for her to resonate within both her and the round’s executioner’s heads to signal a final dramatic battle between them both, on equal measures.)

(You had to face her, there was no more hiding for either of you.)

(That would not keep you from trying, but-

but my….gem…. it…. it…. it s-shocked… me…. …it…it…w-wanted…needed…me to…. k-kill…

…i had no…

…n-no….

..no…choice…

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…I got…..mad…

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…souls…of…others…..power…doll..

…allows….me….s-speak….easi- easier…

less….pain…

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but…w-with-…out….

..doll….

….h-hurts…me…….

…sho-…cks me….

.metal…stabs…in-..to…me…

…aches…

….hurts…so….much…

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..but in…here…

just….ache…..

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…so…so…unfair…!

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screamed….

slashed…

..no…thought…

…fear…..anger…

hate…

all…at…once…

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s- so

m-..uch…

f-fi-re….

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i-…

i-it…b-..bur-…nt…

s-..s-..o

m-…mu-..ch….

(Tears of blood start to leak form tripwire’s eyes, as she holds herself back from weeping)

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…this…

..p-pain…

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why…?

…why…

WHY!?