#hallowknighted

Too many thoughts, too many memories, memories not theirs, help help help heLP HELP--

Hollow, after somehow waking up inside their assigned room, had read the alert message and promptly had a panic attack as two different sets of memories regarding both the Pale King and the Radiance have flooded their mind. They know which one they are but-- but they feel all the fear of their other existence??????? It’s way too much right now????????????????????

So, after causing some pretty gratuitous damage to the apartment (Thank you horns, for making damage impossible to avoid. Rip about three doors and a good chunk of ceiling.) And a bit of running while screaming over Void Empathy, they find where their sibling is residing.

...And promptly dive in through the window, causing even more property damage before they manage to shove their head under Ghost’s bed, where they calm down a bit as it’s dark and small and family is near by.

Little Savior.... Ghost... What are we supposed to do...? Too many thoughts in my head, I feel like I’m going to break-- I feel like when She was sealed inside me...!

They are *so* happy to be related to her.

Have you ever come close to dying?

“Oh, certainly! The wilderness is a dangerous place, after all, and even the most cautious traveler can get caught in some truly perilous situations!

But! I’m still here to tell the tale, so I don’t particularly consider it a problem.”

He doesn’t seem concerned by this answer....even a little bit....

What do you think is the worst possible way to die?

His voice is thoughtful and solemn.

“Slowly, I suppose. Of exposure, or elements, or something as simple as lack of food or water...it’s a terrible fate. I’d find it far better to end quickly than to decay in such a manner.”

Could you kill someone if it meant protecting yourself or someone else?      

“....I’d grieve to end an encounter with the death of another. But sometimes, such difficult choices must be made.”

ADKFASKDF I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE THAT UNTIL YOU MENTIONED IT OMG

Send me a ✏️ and I will draw your muse as shittily as possible

   Soft and breathy laughs drift about on the air. This is only as he is approached by the tiny Vessel. What he finds particularly funny goes unsaid.

   With such careful and soundness steps of his spindly legs, he comes up to The Knight and bends down towards them, eyes wide and blaring red as always.

     “Ah, my little friend… Would you perhaps like to assist in another ritual?”

Whatever this new place was, it was far too crowded. Red immediately sought another path to quieter places rather than towards the bustling heart of Spirale. Instead, she went to Yesteryear.

Though Red couldn’t see particularly well in the dark, they could tell it recently rained. The humidity, the wetness beneath their feet ... with each step, they felt droplets slipping off their claws behind them. No sounds, no voices to scramble her thoughts, so many voices and noises and mechanical shrieks, not like the low humming and strumming of Home, of the Leg and the Underhang, a thousand languages decoded at once and fed back to them-

Red closed her eyes and clutched the piece of rebar - something they found lying about, far better than that wooden pole they’d discarded - tighter, stopping in her tracks in the middle of the desolate road. She visualised her path so far, though she couldn’t tell how much time was left until she’d need to find another shelter.

It worried her.

But then came noises from a nearby entrance - a long-abandoned shop, windows dulled by time if not broken, overgrown with hanging moss. Red stalked forward, slipping between the shards of glass on all fours with one hand holding her makeshift spear up.

[text] Where are you. [text] Apologies if I seem blunt. I am very angry at K’horii right now. [text] All gods share the same disregard for mortal suffering, it would seem.