It’s late. The hospital room is only illuminated by the light from the moon and the stars gently pouring in from the half curtained window. Opened a crack, a breeze flows into the room for the outside. Its winter. The soft blanket of snow refracts the light of the night sky, making everything appear brighter. Near the window, there is a single occupied hospital bed. The occupant of the room is on life support, the sounds of the machines quietly echo.Â
Suddenly, Sole appears. Their gaze slowly shifts across the room. Why a hospital room? What sort of universe was this? It seemed to be normal... Based on how minimal their vision had become, it was clear there was very little magic in this world, if any. The half angel’s sight worked best on magical beings and items. Because of this, it takes awhile for them to fully adjust to their surroundings. Finally, their gaze sets to the person lying in the bed. Oh. Right. They were looking for a human body. Slowly approaching the occupied bed, Sole peers at the individual. It does not take long for the half angel to realize that the person is on life support. It is quite difficult to see them... just like a lifeless object. Clearly, their soul was no more.Â
Wait. Whats this? This person looks familiar..? Sole was having problems with clearly seeing the facial details as well as the person’s body. The human was feminine but not female... They seemed to be an adult, but they had no breasts nor facial hair. Huh. How unusual. Their hair was brown and quite long, as if it had not really been cut in years. Out of curiosity, and since this body was about to become theirs, Sole took a closer look. Removing the blankets, they examine the person in the hospital gown closely and carefully. Once done their full examination, their attention returns to the human’s face. Why did it look so familiar?
No. Way. Sole’s eyes widened. They frown, making a confused expression. Glancing at the terrible scar on the person’s neck, the half angel touches their own throat. Sole pulls away suddenly. It wasn’t possible, was it? .... No... But, what else could it be...? There was no denying it, Sole was looking at themself. The individual on life support lying in the hospital bed was most certainly them.Â
Frisk. Well.... Sole.... the human.... They were thin and possibly a bit older looking. Their age seemed much less ambiguous, they must be at least twenty. The long hair was the part that confused the half angel the most. Sitting on the bed, Sole becomes lost in thought.Â
The scar.... It looked an awful lot like the one they had gotten from someone else before... With everything that happened.... The half angel tries to shake such thoughts out of their head. Perhaps... Frisk had been in a coma for a long time? .... There was no denying it, this was certainly a human version of Sole, themself.Â
Taking a deep breath and deciding not to dwell on it, the half angel gets on top of the body. Their wings start to quiver and fade. Their body seems to falter. Sole begins to pull out a heart shape from their chest. As they do so, their wings disappear and they make a pained grunt. The heart was covered in white golden flames. Their body seemed to be losing stability.... Once the half angel manages to place their core into the human body, Sole’s being is engulfed in the same golden white flames which quickly extinguish, leaving nothing but the human.
Silence. The sounds of the machines. Time seems to stand still. After what seems an eternity, a finger lightly twitches. Soon, the human stirs. Painfully, Sole sits up and begins to remove the life support and other equipment. With a glare... the human magically shuts down the machines before they begin to make noises. Placing a hand on their head immediately afterwards, they seem dizzy. Sole decides that using magic in this body might not be the best idea.Â
Getting up, the human stumbles to the washroom, turning on the lights. Their eyes adjust and they wince in pain. The mark still lingered on their cheek and their eyes didn’t seem like those of a living human. Sole looks around and finds a pair of scissors. Perfect. They begin to cut away at their hair. Once cut, the remaining strands begin to turn white. It must have been an effect of a magical creature inhabiting a long dead human body. It doesn’t take long for their whole head of hair to be white; short and messy as they preferred it.
After a few minutes of admiring their appearance in the mirror, Sole disrobes. White golden flames cover their body as they make a pained expression while frowning. Once they are fully clothed into something more... interesting... the human sinks to their knees, sweating and panting. Clearly, using magic was very strenuous. However, Sole would need to use a lot of magic to leave with the body. Leaning against the wall, they close their eyes and focus for a long time.
Minutes. Hours. Soon, the sun was starting to rise. Need to focus. Focus... The sound of foot steps. Shit. It was now or never. With that, Sole disappeared.