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*Icia slowly warms and warms... until she can feel her fingers move again. Until moving is no longer a struggle. Until her hair melts a little and falls back over her scarred eye, concealing it once again.*
*She sighs in relief.... she finally moves her arms and hugs everyone surrounding as best as she can.*
*Icia feels like her again.*
It’s going to be okay.
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Comet
Er...
Deva
...
Did you choose Umbreon because I’m an Umbreon?
Comet
...Maybe?
Deva
{ Comet joined Deva’s Party! }
And now, a performance is prepared.
Upon entering the next room, you find yourself teleported away from your companions, into a very small dressing room-esque area.
Two sheets of paper and a playing card is on the table.
The paper reads as such.
“Greetings, you arrived just in time.
We are in need of a set of actors such as yourselves to perform a certain ballet: our somewhat edited version of The Nutcracker.
Your role is on your card, and the description of your role’s personality is on the second sheet of paper. Don’t worry, you don’t need to memorize any lines. Just stay in character, no matter what. If you break character, there will be consequences. We cannot disappoint the audience, can we?
Note that edits to the original may include: personality shifts, role shifts, and plot shifts.
Good luck!”
... I feel there's more I don't know...
[She's onto you.]
Elsie giggles harder. This is what you get for making me BRAINROT FOR AN ENTIRE MATH CLASS.
*stitch cries out in pain, before realizing what "consequences" must mean*
*stitch puts on his "happy face" facade*
*anyone who didn't know stitch and saw him with this facade would think he's the happiest man alive*
(Mod note: Idk what to do! Idk what goes on in the nutcracker I'm sorry)
@stitch-taocc
[Drosselmeyer easily fixes the nutcracker, my guy is literally so unexplainably magical it hurts]
[Chip beams]
Chip: “THANK YOU SIR!”
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THE FINAL FIGHT
ALRIGHT, EVERYONE! THIS IS IT! THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!
Beyond the large set of dark wood doors is a beautiful throne room…or at least, what’s left of it. A large, fancy wooden table lays smashed in half in the center. The spacious, circular spire’s walls are almost completely made of windows, casting the room in eerie starlight. The thrones are toppled and lay broken at the edges of the room, replaced by a single, twisted throne with- you guessed it- the Nightmare sitting comfortably on it. She’s dressed in a Queen’s finery, colored red and black, of course. Her dress is ruffled and elegant, with a black corset and a large red heart on the torso. She has a large ribbon-esque shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders that floats a bit in the air as it falls to the floor. A warped crystal tiara of obsidian inlaid with reddish diamond sits in her long, jet-black hair. She smiles smugly at you all, amused by your presence. She slowly stands up, drawing a crystalline longsword from the sheath on her back.
“Well, well, we-“
Raina runs forwards without hesitation, not caring to listen to Her monologue. No time to be ominous when we have a world to save. Raina’s smile is blank and a bit unnerving as she lifts the nailbat-
…
…Just to find herself impaled on the end of Her sword, glitching out.
…
Lance is suddenly separated from Raina, flung back into the crowd of crusaders.
RAINA.EXE HAS BEEN DELETED.
.... I'm perfectly alright. What is the challenge of this room...? Just... to anger us? *She tries to keep her tone even.... Northeast hasn't done anything to her. They don't deserve her wrath.*
“Wha-“
Neither of them see Northa’s curiosity streak get the better of her, and neither of them see her grab the book. She grits her teeth, eyes stinging with tears. Most of this is stuff from whenever she was a kid. Stuff she’s only told three people: Lonn, Sun, and Easton. She feels her long-stitched-up wounds, both literal and figurative, ache.
OJ: aren't you gonna pick a weapon?
Leafy: no... not really..
You get a new shotgun.
