#ramblexn

(From Rambley to Yui :3c)

"it was my fault" prompts = accepting.

yui's heart is practically leaping out of her chest with how fast it's beating. her eyes are wide and she can't tear her gaze off the head that's just sitting there. there's so much blood. there's so much blood! yui gags, scrambling backward. she's scared. she's so scared, but... rambley sounds scared too.

if there's one thing yui's good at, it's putting aside her own feelings to help someone else. she quickly stands, rushing over toward the slightly-lopsided screen and standing on her tip-toes. yui presses her hands against the screen where rambley's digital eyes are.

"What's wrong with being short??" <- 3'4"

"Aw c'mon, being small isn't that bad!"

"But I can barely reach the Cog Crispies on top of the fridge!"

"Guess that means more for me and N."

"a̷w̷w̷w̷! h̷o̷w̷ c̷u̷t̷e̷ . . . do you wanna be my friend?"

Close Call Starters | Accepting

The girl awakens, realizing that this place isn't familiar to her. Though, that was something Kotomo had done before, and she doesn't seem all that concerned to be waking up here. After all, she should still be able to get home with enough hard work. Though, she looks around, trying to find who might be speaking to her right now.

There was a path in the woods. That path in the woods led to a cabin. That cabin led to a basement.

In that basement was a Princess. A Princess that would end the world.

. . .

At least, that is what one would be led to believe on their way down the winding path to the cabin. What one would assume when gaze finds the only thing of note in the entry room of the cabin, devoid of any other meaning or purpose besides having an implement for slaying said Princess.

Save the door. A door that led to a basement, where one such Princess resided.

No lights. No sound. Just the grim purpose of what this place wanted hanging in the air as one adjusted to the yawning maw of darkness that the steps led down to.

What was one to do? Save make a choice. A dagger, in case the purpose was true, or to brave the darkness without a tool for one's very survival.