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It was oddly calm that evening by the time Riku and his friends had returned to the main lands,ā ā¬ready to get a good night's rest before tomorrow.ā ā¬After saying goodbye to Sora and Kairi for the night,ā ā¬Riku wasted no time in making his own trek back home.ā ā¬As much as he would have enjoyed the scenic view of the nighttime sky,ā ā¬he felt anxious,ā ā¬the good kind of anxious,ā ā¬about what the next few days would bring for him and his friends.
The fact that their journey was days away made him all the more excited.ā ā¬All their talk about setting sail and visiting new places outside of their island was no longer just talk.ā ā¬It was no longer just a dream,ā ā¬a fantasy that would cease to exist/ā ā¬It was finally becoming a reality for him and his friends,ā ā¬and there was no one more excited,ā ā¬happier,ā ā¬to finally see those worlds than Riku.ā ā¬He could not help but wonder what it was going to be like out there.ā ā¬What kind of people would he meetā? ā¬How would they treat someone like himā? ā¬What kind of sights would he seeā? ā¬Anything newā? ā¬Exoticā? ā¬How long would it take to reach those new worldsā? ā¬All those questions and more raced through his mind.ā ā¬It would be a real miracle if he got even a little bit of sleep that night.ā
Just thinking about it made him groan as he began to stretch.
ā"ā¬Man,ā ā¬can't these days go any fasterā?" ā¬He wondered out loud.ā "ā¬Can't we just set sail tomorrow morningā?"
As much as he would have enjoyed that,ā ā¬he knew for certain Kairi was not going to let that happen.ā ā¬They may have been good friends,ā ā¬and she may have understood how much he's been thinking about it,ā ā¬but it did not change the fact that she wanted to be extra cautious.ā ā¬She wanted to make sure everything was in order,ā ā¬that they had enough to survive and all the provisions were checked.ā ā¬As much as he would have liked to go out and travel,ā ā¬there was no way he was going to get through Kairi.ā ā¬He would be damned if he tried to get the ball rolling too early,ā ā¬especially with her taking charge.ā ā¬Still,ā ā¬he could not blame her.ā ā¬After all,ā ā¬there was no telling what would happen out there,ā ā¬and a raft carrying three teens could only do so much for them.
While he was thinking,ā ā¬he suddenly stopped walking,ā ā¬his body tensing up.ā ā¬A chill ran down his spine in that instant,ā ā¬and he refused to move a single muscle.ā ā¬As he was walking,ā ā¬he felt as though someone was standing right behind him,ā ā¬staring him in a rather uncomfortable manner.ā ā¬He could not feel or hear any breathing nearby,ā ā¬but he was confident that it felt like someone was watching him.ā ā¬He knew it could not have been Sora or Kairiā; ā¬they lived on the other side from where he lived.ā ā¬There was no way they would have reached Riku without him hearing their footsteps against the ground.ā ā¬They knew better than to try and sneak up on him.ā ā¬Everyone did.
So...who could it have beenā?
Riku,ā ā¬with his eyes narrowed,ā ā¬continued to stand there in silence,ā ā¬waiting for whoeverā ā¬-ā ā¬or whateverā ā¬-ā ā¬was there to make the move first.ā ā¬If there were someone following him,ā ā¬then no doubt they would have caught on to the fact that he was aware of their presence.ā ā¬Other than the sound of distant waves crashing against the beach,ā ā¬he was only met with silence.ā ā¬No shifting of feet,ā ā¬no heavy breathing,ā ā¬nothing.ā ā¬While anyone else would have just assumed it was probably just their imagination,ā ā¬Riku knew better.ā ā¬He knew better than to just brush it off.ā ā¬He knew for certain that someone was looking at him,ā ā¬and he was certainly not going to just stand there and let them gawk at him for no reason.ā
After waiting another moment or so,ā ā¬he quickly turned around and surveyed his surroundings,ā ā¬hoping to catch something that appeared out of place.ā ā¬He looked over the entrance to alleyways,ā ā¬the tops of buildings,ā ā¬and even down the pathway that he was just walking on toward his home.ā ā¬He scanned everything that was in sight but found nothing out of the ordinary.ā ā¬It was just empty,ā ā¬and he was all alone with his only companion being the moonlight and stars.
His brows furrowed and he exhaled.ā ā¬He did not realize he was holding his breath,ā ā¬too.
ā"ā¬Weird...ā" ā¬He mumbled to himself.ā "ā¬I could have sworn someone was watching me.ā" ā¬As much as he did not watch to just brush it off,ā ā¬there was not much he could do.ā ā¬With a sneer,ā ā¬he slowly turned forward again and continued walking,ā ā¬only,ā ā¬this time,ā ā¬he was much more cautious of his surroundings.ā "ā¬Better not be some stupid trick.ā"
Without another word,ā ā¬he reached his home and went inside,ā ā¬not wanting to spend another second out there.ā ā¬Sighing with relief,ā ā¬he opened,ā ā¬looked around one last time,ā ā¬and entered.ā ā¬Unfortunately,ā ā¬for him,ā ā¬just as he shut the door,ā ā¬he turned around and made eye contact with something that nearly frightened him out of his skin.ā ā¬He stood there for a moment before pulling the door open once more,ā ā¬hoping to find what he saw standing right in front of him,ā ā¬only to find nothing.ā ā¬His eyes darted all over in hopes of seeing it again,ā ā¬but there was nothing once again.ā ā¬Hesitantly,ā ā¬he closed the door back up and locked,ā ā¬letting out a heavy sigh.
He could have sworn that,ā ā¬just seconds before the door shut,ā ā¬his eyes made contact with a pair of unsettlingly bright,ā ā¬yet evil looking yellow eyes.
The next morning had started off like any other for Sora and his friends on Destiny Island.ā ā¬From play-fighting with one another to see who was the best to gathering more supplies for his trip with Riku and Kairi,ā ā¬it really was not much different from any other.ā ā¬When he arrived on the island that morning,ā ā¬he was reminded by Selphie,ā ā¬one of his good friends that joined him on the island,ā ā¬about the paopu fruit legend and its supposedā "ā¬power,ā" ā¬the one where sharing it with someone would intertwine their destinies or something.ā ā¬Just listening to her reminisce about howā "ā¬romanticā" ā¬it was only reminded Sora of the brief conversation he had with Riku yesterday concerning it,ā ā¬one that made him a little flushed in the face.ā
He recalled hearing his name while they were leaving,ā ā¬and as he turned around,ā ā¬he reacted quickly to Riku tossing over the star-shaped fruit.ā
"You wanted one,ā ā¬didn't youā?" ā¬He asked him while Sora looked it over in confusion.
ā"ā¬A paopu fruitā?"
"If two people share one,ā" ā¬he started explaining as he began walking toward him,ā "ā¬their destinies become intertwined.ā ā¬They'll remain a part of each other's lives no matter what.ā" ā¬Sora did not know how to respond as Riku passed himā; ā¬he only kept observing the fruit with a confused look before turning around to look at his friend.ā "ā¬C'mon,ā ā¬I know you wanna try it.ā"
"What are you talking-ā" ā¬Sora started but stopped himself when it sank in completely.ā ā¬Just as he did,ā ā¬Riku started laughing and started running ahead,ā ā¬while Sora tossed the fruit off the bridge and chased after him,ā ā¬his face turning as red as his clothes.ā
The exchange was one he did not anticipate,ā ā¬yet it was hard not to think about it.ā ā¬Riku gave that fruit to Sora so that he could share it with Kairi,ā ā¬implying that there may have been something going on between the two,ā ā¬something romantic.ā ā¬Looking back on it,ā ā¬he did not know how to response to such an assumption.ā ā¬Yes,ā ā¬he did care for Kairi very much just like he did for all his friends,ā ā¬so much he would do anything to protect them,ā ā¬but sharing a paopu fruit with herā? ā¬Was that even an optionā? ā¬How would she feel about sharing a fruit with himā? ā¬How would she reactā?
Remembering how Selphie described it asā "ā¬romanticā" ā¬just made him feel weird.ā ā¬Whether that was a right or wrong thing,ā ā¬he really did not know for sure.ā
Granted,ā ā¬along with asking one too many questions about fruits and legends,ā ā¬Sora,ā ā¬unbeknownst to the others,ā ā¬still wondered about the mysterious figure that caught his eye before he left the island yesterday.ā ā¬It still bothered him that he was able to catch sight of them moments before they disappeared,ā ā¬unable to ask Riku and Kairi about it and possibly figure out who it may have been.ā ā¬He was worried about bringing it up again not because he was afraid of what they would think,ā ā¬but because he already knew their answer before he even asked:ā "ā¬I don't know what to tell you.ā" ā¬All night long he told himself it was just a product of a dream,ā ā¬believing that it may have been an illusion or mind trick.ā ā¬Even before he arrived,ā ā¬he was still trying to convince himself that that was the case all along.ā ā¬However,ā ā¬no matter how hard he tried,ā ā¬the question ofā "ā¬What ifā?" ā¬still reared its head.ā ā¬He just could not put it past himā; ā¬he could not shake the feeling that the figure was not fake,ā ā¬but real.ā
Sora sighed as he opened the door leading to the other side of the island.ā ā¬Maybe he would find out some day soon.
ā"ā¬Hey,ā ā¬Sora.ā" ā¬He heard his name close by.ā ā¬When he looked over,ā ā¬he noticed Riku standing by the edge,ā ā¬as if he were looking out at the sea.ā "ā¬Our raft still needs a name.ā" ā¬He crossed his arms and thought for a moment as Sora approached him.ā "ā¬Let's see...ā ā¬How about Highwindā?" ā¬Sora made a bit of a face at the name but said nothing.ā "ā¬What would you call itā?" ā¬Riku went on,ā ā¬looking to him to hear his suggestion.
Sora blinked.ā "ā¬Meā? ā¬Well...hmm...ā" ā¬He thought for longer than Riku,ā ā¬but when the name came to him,ā ā¬he lit up.ā "ā¬Excaliburā!"
Riku mirrored a similar expression to Sora's upon hearing the name,ā ā¬a look at just screamed he did not like it in the slightest.ā ā¬That was when he had an idea.ā "ā¬Hey,ā ā¬howā 'ā¬bout...ā"
Sora beat him to the punch with a simple,ā "ā¬The usualā?"
Riku smirked at that.ā ā¬Sora knew him all too well.
ā"ā¬Let's do itā!"
"You guys at it againā?" ā¬The boys looked over to find Kairi appearing on the short bridge.ā ā¬It was almost as if she knew what the two were up to without having to be there.ā "ā¬All right,ā ā¬I'll be the judge.
She,ā ā¬then,ā ā¬went on to explain the usual rules that went down during one of Sora and Riku's competitions,ā ā¬making it relatively short and to the point without taking too much time.ā ā¬The boys wasted no time in lining up at the non-existent starting line.ā ā¬Just as Kairi finished explaining what they had to do,ā ā¬another idea came to Sora,ā ā¬would that would add on to the stakes just a bit.
ā"ā¬If I win,ā" ā¬he started,ā ā¬looking over at Riku,ā "ā¬I'm captainā! ā¬And if you win...ā"
"I get to share the paopu with Kairi.ā"
"Huhā?" ā¬The response threw off Sora,ā ā¬and his expression changed to a mixture of surprise and confusion.
Riku looked at Sora and smiled as he said,ā "ā¬Dealā? ā¬The winner gets to share a paopu with Kairi.ā"
"Wha...wait a minuteā!" ā¬Sora began but was unable to finish his thought as Kairi spoke up.
ā"ā¬Okay.ā ā¬On my countā!"
"Morning alreadyā?" ā¬Zaria mumbled,ā ā¬letting out a yawn and stretching her arms above her head as she stepped out into the sunlight from tree house structure.ā ā¬The breeze brushed against her clothes,ā ā¬making them sway from side to side.ā ā¬She chose to spend the night in the empty room located in above ground where it looked as though no one had ever actually gone inside of it.ā ā¬It was the perfect place to hide out while she searched.ā "ā¬Felt like I had searched all night,ā ā¬but instead,ā ā¬I just searched this area.ā ā¬Only to find nothing.ā"
Just as she finished her thought,ā ā¬she felt Dimitri hop onto her shoulder,ā ā¬a smile formed on his face.
ā"ā¬Well,ā ā¬I'm glad it didn't turn out that way,ā ā¬Miss Zaria,ā" ā¬he said to her,ā ā¬fixing his vest so there were no wrinkles.ā "ā¬I've seen how many days you've spent without rest,ā ā¬and it was certainly worrisome.ā ā¬It's good to finally see you thinking about your wealth.ā"
Zaria sighed and shook her head.
ā"ā¬I could have spent all that time searching for my friends,ā" ā¬she told him in a mock whining tone,ā "ā¬but instead,ā ā¬I didn't look long or hard enough,ā ā¬and I fell asleep.ā"
Dimitri's expression changed to that of worry.ā ā¬He did not like when she spoke like that.
ā"ā¬Getting plenty of rest will keep your strength up,ā" ā¬he explained as he leaped off her should and onto the floor.ā ā¬Being as small as he was,ā ā¬landing on the floor from Zaria's shoulder sometimes threw him off balance,ā ā¬but it would not take long to catch himself and stand up straight once more.ā "ā¬Without it,ā ā¬you wouldn't have all the energy you need to keep looking for your friends.ā" ā¬Zaria made a noise,ā ā¬one that told him that she was not particularly pleased with that fact.ā "ā¬No need for looks.ā ā¬You know it's true.ā"
She pouted briefly.
ā"ā¬Yeah,ā ā¬you are...ā" ā¬She mumbled.ā "ā¬As much as I want to disagree...ā" ā¬With a smile,ā ā¬she looked back toward the ocean.ā "ā¬Well,ā ā¬in any case,ā ā¬today is a brand new day.ā ā¬We can search the other side of the island and see if we can find anything that can help us.ā"
With that said,ā ā¬Zaria lifted her hood,ā ā¬hiding her hair and face from view,ā ā¬before making her way out into the open while Dimitri crawled his way into the small backpack she had so that he did not stand out.ā ā¬It was just as bright as it had been yesterday,ā ā¬and the calmness remained present even during the night.ā ā¬While she had never been to this island before,ā ā¬it was hard to deny that it was a place she would love to spend much her time once her mission was complete.ā ā¬As far as she knew,ā ā¬she really had no place to call homeā ā¬-ā ā¬except a few places that she had in mind,ā ā¬but they really did not feel like places she would be glad to remain at for years.ā ā¬Maybe once everything was over and she had her friends by her side,ā ā¬she would return here and introduce herself to the kids that were,ā ā¬claim she had come to visit on the main lands and were stopping by to see what was here.ā
Zaria smiled at that thought as she jumped off the latter,ā ā¬landing on the second platform as quietly as she could.ā ā¬It did not seem like a bad idea so long as no one really questioned where she came from.
She took a moment to look at her surroundings,ā ā¬catching sight of one of the kids that resided on the island,ā ā¬a tall,ā ā¬dark-skinned boy clad in yellow attire.ā ā¬She watched briefly as handled his ball expertly,ā ā¬but paid no mind to him.ā ā¬Since he did not appear to have heard her coming,ā ā¬she did not want to risk having him turn around.ā ā¬After a second of watching,ā ā¬she looked over and began walking toward a set of descending stairs nearby.ā ā¬As much as she would have jumped off at the edge,ā ā¬she was certain the noise of her fall would alert him,ā ā¬so it was best to simply take a long way around.ā ā¬She recalled seeing a door on the other side of the island,ā ā¬presuming that it would lead to the area she was planning on searching next and wasted no time in making her way there.ā ā¬Her eyes occasionally darted about in case she spotted anyone,ā ā¬praying that she would not be seen from afar while stepping carefully on each board so as to not produce a loud noise.ā
It was a mild inconvenience to know that she had to make her mission that much more difficult so as to not be seen by others during her travels,ā ā¬forcing her to go the extra mile to keep herself hidden.ā ā¬It was why she was forced to wear a hood and keep a backpack with her so that she could cover her oddly colored hair and to keep Dimitri from sight.ā ā¬However,ā ā¬despite how frustrating it may have been,ā ā¬there was an excellent reason for her.ā ā¬As she remembered from word of mouth,ā ā¬meddling in the affairs of other worlds and its inhabitants was extremely dangerous,ā ā¬as it could inform people of the existence of other worlds and sever the balance of separation.ā ā¬How it would make an impact she would not really know for sure,ā ā¬but she thought it would be best just to avoid interacting with people as a whole.ā ā¬Better to simply arrive,ā ā¬look,ā ā¬and leave before anyone knew she was even here.ā
After she had made her way down the stairs,ā ā¬she leaped off the small platform and onto the floor,ā ā¬moving in the direction of the dock where another inhabitant,ā ā¬a brown haired girl in a yellow dress,ā ā¬was standing and looking out at sea.ā ā¬Inhaling,ā ā¬Zaria continued to push forward and walked in the direction where the boy she just saw still stood.ā ā¬However,ā ā¬before she could move any further,ā ā¬she looked over to spot him,ā ā¬only to see that he was not alone.ā ā¬It was the brown haired boy she saw yesterday,ā ā¬the one that was sitting on the tree with his two friends.ā
"Damn it,ā" ā¬she muttered as she moved back,ā ā¬keeping herself close to the brush in the hopes that he was not seen.ā ā¬She watched from afar as the tall boy pointed in the direction where she just was just at moments again.ā ā¬Her breath caught in her throat.ā "ā¬Did they seem me,ā" ā¬she whispered to her.
Just then,ā ā¬her bag began shuffling moments before Dimitri's head poked its way over her shoulder,ā ā¬looking in the same direction.ā ā¬He was silent a moment as he observed intently,ā ā¬but almost immediately looked at her.
ā"ā¬They're not looking at where you just were,ā" ā¬he whispered just as the tall boy lowered his arm.ā
"How can you tellā?" ā¬She asked,ā ā¬keeping her eyes glue to the two.
Looking back at the two,ā ā¬Dimitri raised a hand to her shoulder and pulled himself out of the bag a bit.
ā"ā¬If he were pointing to where you were,ā ā¬he would be aiming higher,ā" ā¬he explained,ā ā¬looking to where the boy was just pointing.ā "ā¬Instead,ā ā¬it was just below that.ā ā¬It looked like he was looking somewhere else.ā"
Before she could make a comment about it,ā ā¬Zaria noticed the brown haired boy make his way toward the direction in which his friend pointed at,ā ā¬instantly disappearing from sight.ā ā¬Blue eyes narrowed as she moved from the brush.
ā"ā¬Odd...ā" ā¬She mumbled.ā "ā¬I don't recall seeing anything there last night.ā"
"Perhaps it was dark,ā" ā¬Dimitri suggested as he slinked back into the bag.ā "ā¬Maybe you can try looking there when you can.ā"
She hesitated at the thought.ā ā¬As much as she wanted to avoid being spotted,ā ā¬she could not help but wonder what it could have been that the boy was going to.ā ā¬It also annoyed her that she missed it despite looking everywhere last night.ā ā¬With that it mind,ā ā¬she was afraid of being spotted by him.ā ā¬Who knew what kind of trouble that would bring her wayā?
After a moment,ā ā¬she pursed her lips.ā ā¬It was certainly risky,ā ā¬but her annoyance over missing it outweighed her fears.
ā"ā¬I'm gonna check it out,ā" ā¬she whispered,ā ā¬taking a brief moment to make sure the tall boy was no longer looking in the direction his friend walked toward.ā ā¬When she confirmed it,ā ā¬she slowly began walking.
ā"ā¬Are you sure,ā ā¬Miss Zariaā?" ā¬She heard Dimitri's muffled voice.
ā"ā¬I don't wanna leave any stones unturned,ā" ā¬she responded.ā "ā¬It's risky,ā ā¬yes,ā ā¬but it's a risk I'll take.ā"
Without another word,ā ā¬Zaria silently crept passed the boy,ā ā¬watching once more as he handled his ball,ā ā¬before going after his friend.ā ā¬When she turned toward the direction he was pointing,ā ā¬she glanced over the leaves that grew around it,ā ā¬only to find a small but wide opening underneath it all.ā ā¬It was just big enough for anyone to simply crawl in.ā ā¬Her expression changed to one of annoyance,ā ā¬biting the inside of her cheek lightly in the process.
I can't believe I missed this,ā ā¬she thought as she walked toward the opening.ā ā¬I blame the plants that covered this.
With a soft sigh,ā ā¬she walked toward the entrance,ā ā¬unaware of what was ahead.
Sora stared at the small drawing scribbled on the walls,ā ā¬his eyes staring intently as his mind wandered to the days when he was still young.ā ā¬During his short journey to find mushrooms for the trip,ā ā¬he made his way into the secret cave,ā ā¬a cave that only he and his friends knew about,ā ā¬where he was able to find the last one.ā ā¬Unbeknownst to him until after he had picked it up,ā ā¬it was near one of the many cave drawings that stained the walls,ā ā¬a drawing that was,ā ā¬to him,ā ā¬very special.ā ā¬It was an image of two faces,ā ā¬one much appearing to me more well made than the other,ā ā¬of himself and Kairi.ā
Placing his hand on the drawing of Kairi,ā ā¬he remembered the day they made them.ā ā¬Sitting side by side,ā ā¬scribbling on the walls without a care in the world,ā ā¬he remembered looking at her drawing,ā ā¬a well-made image of himself,ā ā¬while looking at his attempt at creating her.ā ā¬While it certainly was not as great as hers,ā ā¬she still admired the work he put into it.
It was upon thinking of those fond memories that he thought about the paopu fruit and its supposed powers.ā ā¬He wondered if sharing the fruit really had those abilities and whether or not he truly wanted to do something like that with her.ā ā¬When he thought about it,ā ā¬he knew for sure that he wanted her to be in his life forever no matter what trials or tribulations came about.ā ā¬His mind,ā ā¬however,ā ā¬questioned how she would react to such an offering.ā ā¬Would she be happy and accept it,ā ā¬or would she find it odd and simply reject itā? ā¬How would the others feel about itā? ā¬Would they laughā? ā¬Would they cheer for themā?
Upon thinking that,ā ā¬he suddenly glared down at the floor,ā ā¬glancing upon a piece of rock moments before picking it up.ā ā¬Sitting on the floor,ā ā¬he wasted no time in scribbling another image on the wall,ā ā¬scratching away without so much as care as to how long it took to complete.ā ā¬After some time had passed and he had finished his work,ā ā¬he moved the rock away and took a moment to admire the creation.ā ā¬While it certainly was not the best,ā ā¬it was clear the image showed him sharing a paopu fruit with Kairi.
Why should he care about how others feltā? ā¬Yes,ā ā¬they were his fruits,ā ā¬but he did care about Kairi a lot.ā ā¬So much that sharing a fruit with the ability to intertwine their destinies did not sound like such a bad idea.ā ā¬Maybe he would do it some day.ā ā¬Maybe he would consider it once they came back from their adventures,ā ā¬or even before then.ā ā¬He did not know for sure when it would happen,ā ā¬but he was certain that doing it was on his list.
As he was thinking about it,ā ā¬he suddenly felt another presence nearby,ā ā¬one that he did not recognize.ā ā¬Without hesitating,ā ā¬he looked over his shoulder as he got to his feet.
ā"ā¬Wh-who's thereā?" ā¬Sora asked as he turned.
Across the way,ā ā¬he saw a mysterious figure with a brown cloak,ā ā¬his face shielded by the hood.ā ā¬He was silent and did not make any attempts at hiding himself from Sora,ā ā¬and he was silent when the boy turned around to catch him.ā ā¬After a moment,ā ā¬however,ā ā¬he spoke.
ā"ā¬I've come to see the door to this world,ā" ā¬he said,ā ā¬his voice dark and emotionless with every word that escaped him.
Sora's expression became confused as he uttered out a simple,ā "ā¬Huhā?"
"This world has been connected,ā" ā¬the stranger explained,ā ā¬leaving Sora even more confused than before.
ā"ā¬Wh-what are you talking aboutā?" ā¬He questioned.
ā"ā¬Tied to the darkness,ā" ā¬The stranger went on,ā ā¬almost as though he completely ignored the question.ā "ā¬Soon to be completely eclipsed.ā"
His words only frustrated and frightened Sora,ā ā¬but he still glared at the figure.
ā"ā¬Well,ā ā¬whoever you are,ā ā¬stop freaking me out like this.ā" ā¬After a moment,ā ā¬a thought crossed his mind.ā "ā¬Huhā? ā¬Wh-where did you come fromā?"
"You do not yet know,ā" ā¬the stranger responded,ā "ā¬what lies beyond the door.ā"
"So,ā ā¬you're from another worldā!" ā¬Sora exclaimed,ā ā¬a look of surprise appearing on his face.ā ā¬So it was trueā; ā¬there really were other worlds outside of his own.
ā"ā¬There is so very much to learn,ā" ā¬said the stranger.ā ā¬It sounded as though he was reminiscing his thoughts more than answering Sora.ā "ā¬You understand so little.ā"
Those words angered Sora a bit.
ā"ā¬Oh,ā ā¬yeahā? ā¬Well,ā ā¬you'll seeā!" ā¬He spoke with determination.ā "ā¬I'm gonna get out and learn what's out thereā!"
The stranger was not effected by Sora's words.ā ā¬Instead,ā ā¬he responded in a belittling manner,ā "ā¬A meaningless effort.ā" ā¬Sora continued to glare him down at that.ā "ā¬One who knows nothing can understand nothing.ā"
After a moment,ā ā¬Sora looked over toward the mysterious door he was referring to.ā ā¬It was almost as though he heard something from behind it,ā ā¬ready to be released and set free upon the world.ā ā¬It had no effect on him as he quickly looked back to the stranger.ā ā¬Unfortunately,ā ā¬he seemed to have disappeared,ā ā¬leaving no trace of him behind.ā ā¬It was as if he was not there at all,ā ā¬that he just imagined it.ā
His gaze fell to his feet,ā ā¬his hands clenching.ā ā¬What does he knowā? ā¬He wondered.ā ā¬I know I'll find a way.ā ā¬I'll show himā!
Before another thought crossed his mind,ā ā¬he heard another sound nearby.ā ā¬It resembled the sound of someone slipping on sand.ā ā¬Looking up toward the entrance,ā ā¬Sora's expression immediately changed to one of surprise as he caught sided another hooded figure,ā ā¬only,ā ā¬this time,ā ā¬it was not the same as the stranger he saw before.ā ā¬This appeared to be a female wearing a fitted gray jacket over what seemed to be a dark blue v-neck t-shirt.ā ā¬The sleeves were rolled to her elbows,ā ā¬and the zipper was lowered just enough to reveal her shirt.ā ā¬Even from afar,ā ā¬he noted the small silver colored necklace wit ha similarly colored heart on it.ā ā¬On her wrists were a pair of indigo colored wristbands,ā ā¬and she had a single black glove on her right hand.ā ā¬She was also wearing dark gray cargo shorts and black sneakers with white soles.ā ā¬Lastly,ā ā¬it appeared as though she was wearing a small backpack as well,ā ā¬looking as if she was traveling a short distance.ā
From what he could see,ā ā¬the girl nearly tripped on something but had caught herself on the wall nearby before she could fall,ā ā¬and was now looking down at her feet.ā ā¬Unfortunately,ā ā¬the sound was enough to grab Sora's attention.ā ā¬When he looked over her one last time,ā ā¬he was suddenly reminded of yesterday evening,ā ā¬when he caught sight of a lone figure standing on the island.ā ā¬He had taken some time before realization crossed his mind,ā ā¬a realization that he did not think would come to fruition:ā ā¬She was the same figure that was standing on the island.ā ā¬She was the one he saw before leaving the islandā!
Before he could speak up,ā ā¬the girl suddenly looked at him,ā ā¬her face shielded by the hood she was wearing and gasped.ā ā¬From the sound of it,ā ā¬she did not realize she grabbed his attention at her slip up.ā ā¬Without a word,ā ā¬she wasted no time in turning the opposite direction and bolting away.ā ā¬Surprised that she would just run away without speaking to him,ā ā¬Sora quickly chased after her.
ā"ā¬H-heyā! ā¬Waitā!" ā¬He called out to her.ā "ā¬Come backā!"
It was uselessā; ā¬she refused to listen.ā ā¬He watched her crawl through the entrance with ease and disappear.ā ā¬Yet,ā ā¬he continued to run after her,ā ā¬hoping to catch her before she simply disappeared for good.ā ā¬He made his way through the cave's entrance just before running out,ā ā¬hoping to spot her nearby before running after her again.ā ā¬Unfortunately,ā ā¬he forced himself to stop midway through when he realized that she had completely vanished.ā ā¬Panting,ā ā¬he looked all over to see any signs of where she could have run off to,ā ā¬only to come up with nothing.ā ā¬When he looked down,ā ā¬however,ā ā¬he noticed some footprints running forward before suddenly disappearing into thin air,ā ā¬leaving nothing else in its wake.ā
Defeated,ā ā¬he sighed and looked ahead once more.ā ā¬Where did she goā?
"Hey,ā ā¬Sora,ā ā¬you okayā?" ā¬Sora looked over to see Wakka,ā ā¬a look of confusion on his face.ā "ā¬You look a little out of breath.ā ā¬Did you see somethingā?"
Before he could answer,ā ā¬Sora quickly asked,ā "ā¬You didn't see or hear someone run out of here,ā ā¬did youā?"
Wakka blinked.
ā"ā¬Well,ā ā¬I didn't see anyone,ā ā¬but I heard something.ā ā¬But when I turned around,ā ā¬I just saw you standing there looking defeated.ā" ā¬He explained.ā ā¬Sora's shoulders sank just a bit at those words.ā "ā¬Did you actually see somethinā'ā¬,ā ā¬thoughā? ā¬In the caveā?"
It took a moment for Sora to answer,ā ā¬as he took another moment to glance around in the hopes of catching the mysterious girl,ā ā¬before he said,ā "ā¬I...thought I did.ā ā¬But...I guess I just imagined it.ā"
"That's a shame,ā ā¬but heyā! ā¬Maybe Tidus and I will find something when we check it outā!" ā¬Wakka exclaimed excitedly.ā "ā¬Maybe we'll find what you sawā!"
Instead of looking glum,ā ā¬Sora grinned and nodded,ā ā¬feigning agreement so as to avoid the conversation for now.ā ā¬In his head,ā ā¬he could not help but wonder who that girl was and where exactly she came from.ā ā¬He had never seen her around the island before.ā ā¬Was it possible that she was from another world like the strange manā? ā¬He would have made the assumption that she was with the stranger,ā ā¬but judging from where she stood she may have come by herself.ā ā¬Whatever the case may have been,ā ā¬he would not be able to ask until she was face to face.ā ā¬Whether that time would actually come to pass,ā ā¬he truly did not know.ā
His gaze fell to his feet.ā ā¬Maybe we will meet someday.ā ā¬Maybe...
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āSo donāt forget: You are the one who will open the door.ā
Those were the last few words that crossed his mind moments before the darkness had swallowed him. All he could remember was the unfamiliar voice and all feeling in his body just going numbing. It was as if he was slowly disappearing from existence altogether. However, just before it seemed like all hope was lost, he found himself listening to the familiar sounds of seagulls flying above, and the sound of crashing waves pounding against the beaches in his ears once more. He could feel the rays from the sun above him warm his body, while the cool, crisp the air brushed against him and tugged at his clothing and brown hair. The feeling of the sand beneath him began to return along with all the feeling in his body. It was like he could feel the darkness slowly disappearing, as if the sounds of the beaches pushed it away and set him free.
When he was certain that he was safe, his blue eyes slowly began to open, finding himself staring up at the bright blue sky above him, noting the few clouds that were now scattered here and there.
Nothing seemed to have changed since he decided to rest on the edge of the shore, Ā other than the clouds that were not there before. All he remembered was that he was taking a little break, and he thought a nap would be the best option to get a bit of rest. That was the last thing he remembered before dozing off and having a rather strange dream, if he could even consider calling it a dream as it certainly did not feel like one. He remembered the strange voice that lead the way, the weird platforms showcasing different images of people and things he did not know, that dark monster that appeared from his shadow and attacked him, and certainly being swallowed by darkness. The mere thought of it was enough to keep anyone up at night. Despite feeling he had full control over what he was doing, he was incapable of waking himself up from his dream - or rather his nightmare - and putting all behind him. It was almost as if he was supposed to experience all those events. Like someone had intentionally planned for it to happen.
The boy blinked. Very unlikely.
After a moment, the boy slowly sat up, looking out at the seemingly endless ocean in front of him with tired eyes. Even though he experienced what he believed was a nightmare, he still felt the need to rest for a little while longer. After all, he had all the time in the world to make the raft, so what harm could be done by getting another few minutes of sleep?
Upon that thought, the boy yawned and fell back into the sand, only instead of looking up at the sky, he found himself looking up at pair of blue eyes.
āWhoa!ā He exclaimed, jumping back up in surprise. It turned out he was still skittish from the dream he had, but it did not take long for him to realize what was going on. Flipping himself over, he turned to face a giggling red-haired girl, a face he knew too well. āGimme a break, Kairi.ā
āSora, you lazy bum.ā The girl, Kairi, teased as she stood up straight, her hands moving to rest behind her back. āI knew that Iād find you snoozing down here.ā
It was then that the boy, Sora, remembered his dream, his panic setting once more.
āNo! This huge, black thing swallowed me up!ā He started to explain, speaking rather quickly as he looked down at the sand as he continued, āI couldnāt breathe! I couldnāt-Ow!ā
He was cut off by Kairi clocking him on the head, ending his frantic ramblings as soon as they started.
āAre you still dreaming?ā She asked, leaning forward so that she was close to him, while he briefly rubbed the spot where he was hit.
āIt wasnāt a dream!ā He responded as he looked at her, only to second guess himself and return his gaze to the sand. āOr was it? I donāt know.ā He blinked. āWhat was that place? So bizarre...ā
āYeah sure,ā Kairi quipped, earning another look from Sora while she walked passed him and towards the waterās edge. It was then he decided to change the subject.
āSay, Kairi,ā he started, watching as she stopped at the edge, āwhat was your hometown like? You know, where you grew up.ā
āIāve told you before,ā Kairi began with a small chuckle, āI donāt remember.ā
āNothing at all?ā Sora pressed.
āNothing.ā
āYou ever wanna go back?ā
It took a moment for Kairi to respond, as though she considered the option. āWell, Iām happy here.ā
Sora raised a brow and smiled. āReally...ā
āBut you know...ā She continued, a smile forming on her face once more, āI wouldnāt mind going to see it.ā
āIād like to see it too!ā Sora agreed, moving so that he was now sitting instead of kneeling. āAlong with any other words out there! I wanna see āem all!ā
Kairi turned to Sora, her smile bright as ever.
āSo whatāre we waiting for?ā
āHey, arenāt you guys forgetting about me?ā Another voice chimed in, grabbing Soraās and Kairiās attention to the third member of their group, another teenage boy with silver hair and bright blue-green eyes carrying a log under one arm whom they knew as Riku, staring them down as if he caught them slacking off. It was clear that he was older and a bit stronger than Sora and Kairi. āSo, I guess Iām the only one workinā on the raft.ā He stated moments before tossing the log over to Sora, who was caught off guard by the action and knocked over, while Kairi giggled. āAnd youāre just as lazy as he is!ā
Kairiās hand found its way to the back of her head, yet she still smiled. There was no way she could lie her way out of this one.
āSo you noticed.ā She admitted just as Riku sat down next to Sora to rest. āOkay, weāll finish it together! Iāll race you!ā Both boys looked at her, taken aback by the sudden suggestion.
āHuh?ā
āWhat? Are you kidding?ā Riku grumbled, having just sat down to rest for a bit along with them.
Not wasting any time, Kairi giggled and shouted, āReady? GO!ā
Without a momentās hesitation despite their confusion moments before, the boys looked at each other for just a split second before jumping to their feet and sprinting to the other side of the island, leaving Kairi behind has she raced after them, laughing the whole way despite knowing she would never be able to catch up to the boys. Sora and Riku were as neck-and-neck as it could possibly get, and it was difficult to tell who was truly in the lead. The competitive nature in the two was very evident, as if it had been there since their childhood, and it was clear there was no way they would let up just because they were friends. They were rivals as well, and rivals would not simply let the other win without a decent fight. That was how it had always been between the two.
For years, Sora, Riku, and Kairi had been the best of friends on Destiny Island, spending nearly every single day together on the island. From competing against each other to watching the setting sun together, the three were practically inseparable, never going anywhere without the other nearby. Ever since Kairi appeared during a meteor showing and was adopted by the mayor of their hometown, the trio had always been together. The boys were intrigued by the idea that there may have been others worlds outside of their little island that could have existed and they would have never known. It especially caught Rikuās interested, who wanted to see more outside of his world than the other two. It was not until recently they made the decision to build a raft and set sail, hoping to travel to these new worlds, see new sights, and maybe even find Kairiās home to visit. Even though she knew next to nothing about where she had come from, Kairi was more than happy to go out and search for it, and even see new sights along the way with her best friends. So long as she was with them, she was happy to go anywhere.
Now, they were just days away from finally completing the raft itself, days away from setting sail and searching for new worlds. They were excited, ecstatic even, to be so close to truly learning what was out there, outside of their little island they called home, and it was dream that crossed their minds nearly every night as they slept. They decided to spend the last few days putting the finishing touches on the ship and gathering supplies to help them survive the possibly long journey ahead of them. During this time, Sora spent some of his time to competing with Riku as he had always done since they were young, play-fighting and keeping score as to see who was āwinning.ā They were currently tied at the moment, but they aimed to change that before setting sail. Unfortunately, they still wound up remaining even, and it was up to Kairi to send them off to gather more supplies and provisions before the big day. She wanted to be extra sure that things would work out in the end.
Eventually, the sun began to set, and the three found their way to their favorite spot: the paopu tree located on the miniature island nearby, a spot that Sora and Riku did much of their play-fighting as well. Not only was it the perfect little place to spar with one another, it was the perfect spot to watch the sun set behind the horizon. It was where they almost always went to when the day came drawing to a close. With Sora and Kairi sitting next to one another on the tree while Riku simply remained on the ground and leaned against it with his arms crossed over his chest, they would spend much of their time enjoying the sunset in silence or reminiscing about their lives.
Today, however, was a bit different.
āSo, Kairiās home is out there somewhere, right?ā Sora inquired out of the blue, turning to the others for answers.
āCould be.ā Riku answered almost instantly, earning Soraās and Kairiās full attention. āWeāll never know by staying here.ā
āBut how far could a raft take us?ā Sora went on, leaning forward a bit to get a better look at his friend.
āWho knows?ā Riku shrugged. āIf we have to, weāll think of something else.ā It evident he did not want to simply give up if the raft plan fell through. He was determined to find a way off the island, and Sora and Kairi knew this fact.
āSo, suppose you get to another world.ā Kairi suggested before giggling. āWhat would you do there?ā
It took a moment for Riku to ponder the thought, not having a clear cut answer to the question. After a brief moment, though, he answered. āWell, I havenāt really thought about it.ā He stared at the water. āItās just...Iāve always wondered why weāre here on this island. If there are any other worlds out there, why did we end up on this one?ā He paused briefly, looking out at the sunset. āAnd suppose there are other worlds. Then ours is just a little piece of something much greater.ā Sora and Kairi looked at each other before looking back at Riku again. āSo...we could have just as easily ended up somewhere else,ā He looked at his friends, āright?ā
āI donāt know.ā Sora responded, moving so that he was now lying on the tree with his hands behind his head.
āExactly.ā Riku stated, pushing himself off the tree while his hands fell too his side. āThatās why we need to go out there and find out. Just sitting here wonāt change a thing.ā Kairi looked up at the sky while Sora looked out at the horizon once more. āItās the same old stuff. So letās go.ā
āYouāve been thinking a lot lately, havenāt you?ā Kairi asked, looking at him once again. It was a question she had been meaning to ask, but never really found the time to just talk with him until now.
Riku turned to face her as he spoke. āThanks to you.ā Sora looked over at him for a moment, but went back to looking out at the setting sun once again. āIf you hadnāt come here, I probably would have never thought of any of this.ā Riku smiled. āKairi, thanks.ā
Kairi returned the smile as well. āHeh. Youāre welcome.ā
By that time, the sun was already starting to disappear behind the horizon line, and the three decided to call it a day. Tomorrow they would continue gathering their supplies, and the day after they would set sail. Whether or not they would truly find what they were looking for was a mystery and risk, but it was they were willing to make together.
One right after the other, they made their way to the shack across the small bridge, with Kairi walking in front while Sora and Riku followed suit. While they were making their way back to their canoes, they failed to notice a hooded figure, completely drenched in sea water, silently climbing her way to the top of the latter that was conveniently located on the small island moments before collapsing onto floor. Strands of her dampened white hair scattered about upon impact, soaking the sand beneath her, while the rest of was hidden away under her black hood. She took a moment to catch her breath, but it was evident that she was mumbling to herself in a rather annoyed and frustrated manner.
āGreat idea to swim out here instead of using the path through the damn shack, Zaria.ā She grumbled to herself, letting out a low huff moments after while lifting herself off the floor and bringing herself to her knees. āGenius plan.ā
Why she believed it was even a remotely good idea to swim out to the island she would never really know, since she always looked over all the options prior to making a decision. It seemed like a relatively good idea, seeing as one option was walking across the bridge from the shack, only to create too much noise and draw the attention of the three that once sat along the tree moments ago.
Remembering the three kids that were nearby, she glanced up in their direction and held her breath, watching as the one of the boys ran after the other and into the shack, disappearing from sight. After a moment, she closed her eyes and sighed with relief, slowly getting to her feet and dusting off the sand from her legs. They were finally gone, and not a moment too soon or else she would have climbed her way into getting spotted. What a way to make an entrance and first introduction to three complete strangers. She thought they would never leave after all that talking they did. Granted, she was fortunate enough to have reached the island part of the way through their conversation, but it still felt like they were telling their lifeās story to each other more than rambling about their desire to leave the island and search for other worlds.
Zaria frowned at the thought as she glanced over her surroundings, eyeing them carefully as if she were waiting for something, or someone, to jump out.
āTheyāre so naive,ā she muttered, kicking up dust as she stuffed her hands in her pockets.
The mere idea of sailing to āfind other worldsā was almost laughable had she not known they were truly serious about it. Just listening to them and the passion in their voices was enough to wipe the smile from her lips and keep her mouth shut. She understood it was much more complicated than that. There was a lot more to it than just building a boat and sailing to wherever the wind takes them. Unless the boat had special abilities to travel worlds that she did not know about, those kids would never get anywhere other than lost at sea or worse. Nevertheless, she truly admired how adamant they were. She may have been about the same age as they were, but she had a much different upbringing than they did. She knew things they knew nothing about, and it saddened her a bit just thinking about it.
She sighed again before straightening herself and glancing around once more. There was no time to ponder the lives of people she did not know. She was here for a reason, and she was not going to waste another moment.
āDamn, they must have disappeared,ā she said as she started taking small steps forward. She started moving toward the tree and positioned herself that she was standing behind the base before turning around and facing the sunset. āThat figure was standing right...here. They had to be.ā
Little did the three kids realize was that Zaria, after spending much of her day hiding so that no one would see her, emerged to begin her own mission, only to spot the trio on the island she was currently standing on, relaxing and enjoying the sunset before heading home. It looked peaceful, even from a distance, but what she also noticed was a mysteriously dark figure standing behind them, watching them without their knowledge. Unsure as to what it could have been, Zaria wasted no time in making her way to the beach, fortunate to find that the other kids had already gone home for the day, and silently slipped into the water. Sure, it may have been a dumb idea, but she was hoping to sneak around and wait for them to leave before climbing onto the island and confronting the strange figure. Unfortunately, she did not take into account that the figure may have already disappeared as soon as the kids started leaving, leaving Zaria to stand on that small chunk of land, soaked to the bone and dumbfounded.
Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she tugged at the front of her hood and pulled it over her eyes a bit.
āMan, Dimitriās gonna be worried sick.ā She muttered, placing her hand back in the pockets of her jacket while looking out at the falling sunset once more. āLeaving him behind was bad enough since he hates swimming, but coming back to tell him I lost the figure?ā She sighed. āHeāll worry about me not finding them again...ā
Just as she finished her sentence, Zaria suddenly felt an overwhelming, depressed feeling take over her mind. It was a feeling she felt one too many times before, and she hated it every bit of it. Blue eyes fell to the ground while she began chewing on the inside of her cheek softly.
I really thought it could have been one of them, she thought to herself, her shoulders sinking ever so slightly. I really did...
She remembered why she was there on the island. She remembered the mission she was on for as long as she could remember, a mission in which she would never rest until it was complete. She was here in search of her two long lost friends, whom she had not seen in what seemed like forever. Years went by since the last time she truly spoke or even saw them, and it was during that time that she truly felt alone. The memories of her days playing with them replayed in her mind, but instead of making her happy it only saddened Zaria even further. Of course, she had Dimitri by her side to keep her company, and to her it meant the world, but it was not enough to fill the emptiness inside her heart. The missing pieces that once made her happy, the people that made her smile the most, were now missing, taken away from her without so much as a care in the world. Despite that, she made a vow, a vow that lead her to those islands along with many other worlds like it. She promised herself that she would find them someday, whether it would be in a few days or in several years, and she would do everything in her power to protect them. She would never let them go, and she would never allow anyone to take them away from her again.
Unfortunately, fate had a funny way of messing with her head from time to time. On some occasions, she would find clues as to where either of them could have been, following the trail for as long as possible, only to be lead her dead ends or into danger. Time and time again, the same scenario would repeat itself, to the point where Zaria was unsurprised when she ended up back where she started: depressed, alone, defeated. Some of the people who knew her story were still shocked by her unyielding will to spend her time searching, while others encouraged her to keep going and that she would find them some day.
The thought put a smile to her face as she looked back at the sky, a look of determination crossing her face.
āI will find you guys again,ā she spoke aloud. āI promised that I would find you and that Iād protect you in ways that couldnāt do so before.ā A breeze brushed against her, rustling her clothes a bit. āNo matter what happens, weāll be reunited again soon. I can feel it in my heart.ā
With that said, she did her best to push away any feelings of doubt in her mind and replaced them with feelings of encouragement. Time may have passed, but it nothing to crush her will to keep going. Her smile remained as she continued to look at the sky, enjoying the sights and sounds of the beach for a little while longer.
Little did she realize that she was being watched from afar, watched by one of the teenagers that she had hoped would not see her.
āSora?ā
The sound of his name caught him off guard as he looked over to Riku and Kairi, who were standing by their respective canoes and looking at him each with differing expressions: Kairi with a look of concern and Riku with a look of confusion. Sora did not realize that he had spaced out, and it appeared as if they were trying to grab his attention for quite some time.
āAre...you okay?ā Riku inquired as he approached him, noting the almost dazed look in Soraās eyes.
āHuh? O-oh, yeah. Iām okay!ā He stammered a bit, quickly putting on a smile of reassurance.
āIt looked like you saw something strange,ā Kairi pointed out. The tone of her voice matched the look on her face perfectly. She was worried.
Soraās smile disappeared as he returned his gaze back to the island they were at some time ago.
While he was making his way to his canoe, he had a strange feeling come over him. It was something he never really felt before, and it baffled him to the point where he just stopped walking. It was a feeling that told him someone else was there on the island with them. Without really thinking, his gaze made itās way over to the island they were just on, only to notice an unfamiliar figure standing by the paopu tree, a figure he had never seen before. They were just standing there, looking out at the sky and admiring the scenery. It was hard to tell if they were from the main lands, having snuck on to the island to be alone for a while, or if they were someone completely new. He did not recall seeing an extra canoe when he arrived with the others nor did he know of anyone that came to island once everyone had gone home for the day.
Unfortunately, he would not get that answer that day.
When he looked back over to the island once again, expecting the figure to still be there, he was surprised to find they had already disappeared, vanished without a trace. It boggled his mind. It was almost as if his mind were playing tricks on him again, much like the dream he had that morning, when in reality it was just a simple mind game. Maybe he was just seeing things. Maybe that dream was starting to get to his head again. Or maybe...
āI...I thought I did,ā he finally spoke, still looking out at where the figure once stood. āBut, maybe it was just my imagination.ā
āMaybe you are still dreaming,ā Kairi teased as he looked back, earning a playful glare from him. āNot to worry, youāll have plenty of rest once you get home.ā
āAnd youāll help with the raft instead of dozing off this time,ā Riku chimed in, patting Soraās shoulder before turning to hop into his canoe.
Sora simply grinned in response, moving toward his own canoe. Before he jumped in, however, he stole one last glance at the island, expecting the figure to appear once again, only to find nothing. It was the same as it was when they left it. Not wanting to worry the others, he simply shrugged it off and hopped into his canoe.
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Look, fans with boundary issues is nothing new. It happens in literally every big RPF fandom. Sometimes itās harmless, and sometimes itās Stan levels of back the fuck up m8.
But itās important that lines be drawn, especially when dealing with real person fiction. And hey, I know Iām nobody, Iāve made some things but Iām not a bnf at all. I just feel like itās something that isnāt addressed enough in this corner of the internet, so Iām giving it a shot.
Try not to be a Tinhatter
Definition taken from fanlore: a fannish tinhatter is a person who believes that their favorite celebrities are really a couple, forced by The Powers That Be to keep their relationship a secret.
If you are a tinhatter, please be respectful and donāt force your ideas onto Mark and Jack. (I tinhatted in bandom, that road leads only to heartbreak guys.)
Septiplier is its own fandom
The pairing is its own thing, not everyone thatās a fan of Mark or Jack is a Septiplier shipper, just like not everyone thatās a fan of Markās must be a fan of Jackās, and vice versa.
So when Markās doing a livestream or Jackās asking for drawing ideas, try to keep the Septiplier demands to a minimum. Because, and Iāve seen this happen to two ships of mine, forcing Septiplier onto them at every turn may make them not want to interact as much publicly, if at all.
Bolded because thatās a real thing that can happen. It sucks, but itās true.
Tragically, they are both heterosexual
The guys have both stated that theyāre straight as an arrow, in Markās case heās said this many times- and thereās absolutely nothing wrong with that, thereās nothing wrong with him wanting to clarify it either.
The guys are not hateful or closeted, theyāre just not gay. Itās not like theyāre saying donāt ship it, but donāt tinhat it, ya getting me?
Most importantly: pleaseĀ ship respectfully
Look man, I write fic too, I ship it. I find their interactions really funny and their friendship to be sincere. I wanna keep seeing these interactionsĀ ācause itās fun to watch. I know thereās basically no fourth wall anymore, I just think itās important not to shove Septiplier down their throats every chance we get.
This is how my friend M put it: itās like if someone shipped you with your mom, like, I respect that you ship me with my mom, but please stop leaving your porn art on our doorstep.
So I already know Iām going to get a lot of hate for this and so bring that on wonāt phase me one bit my dears. Though I never go into the tag so I wanted to say why, and why so many of the markiplier community are leaving now.
As many if not all of you know, Markimoo moo did a charity livestream yesterday for bipolar and depression, in memory of Daniel, and Iām sure lots of us were respectful and asking questions or commenting on Markās inability to go to space (at least when I looked back on the stream). Though then there were some of you who had nothing but sexual comments or harassing comments and thatās not okay. Mark says heās fine with it and you can do what you want - like calling him daddy - or anything else. Though in reality itās not.
Calling Mark daddy and saying other sexual comments is never okay when itās towards anyone. I hate to bring gendering into this but if thatās what gets it across to some people then fine:
Calling Mark daddy is the same kind of crap that it would be if say a 30 year old man were to call a 15 year old girlĀ ābaby girlā or sayĀ ānice assā or other comments. Thatās not okay is it? No I didnāt think so, and it goes the same way when others no matter the age start calling him daddy when Iām sure that makes him uncomfortable even if he doesnāt say it does.
Itās not to mention I was extremely uncomfortable when I started seeing people joking about Daniel in a DEPRESSION charity stream. Telling people to kill themselves and shit. That is ALSO not okay under ANY circumstances. Iām sure youāve all heard it a thousand and one times, and me saying it wonāt make a bit of a difference, just know if you are one of the people doing it itās not okay. Itās bull, itās hurtful and Mark would not have us that way.
Mark has even said,Ā āIf you feel the need to take it upon yourself to bully or belittle anyone in the community. You are not a part of the community. We do not care.ā Yeah, thatās right they DO NOT care. That man may not tell us to knock our shit off often, but when he did most of you didnāt listen. Iām sure some of you did and knocked it off and if you did then good for you Iām so proud of you and I thank you, truly. Though then thereās some of you who said fuck it and continued doing whatever youāre doing and thatās bullshit. The man youāre callingĀ ādaddyā or trying to get to do whatever the fuck, said to knock it off and youāve refused to listen to him.
Iām going to sound either really mean, or really fucking real, but I agree with Mark. If you bully or belittle anyone in the community. You arenāt part of it. I donāt care if youĀ āmean wellā by doing it, you are not a part of the community.Ā
Though to anyone if youāve read this far, agree with me and you have already made a voiced opinion, or even if you just reblog this and you get bullshit coming your way. Please Iām here to talk and comfort if you need it because thatās what we do. Weāre a family even if weāre a group of strangers. If you get hate messages or threats or whatever. I am here. I promise. See now Iām getting teary eyed because even if I donāt know you, if youāre getting crap it hurts because no one should get it. I love all of you good eggs.
tumblr user teawithbooks has reposted several of your pieces of art without proper credit. theyāve also removed the watermarks, thus removing any way to see who made the art. iāve recognized a few styles and messaged those artists, however, there are a few artists whom i canāt remember the names of/donāt know the style.Ā
it appears that the source of all of their posts is weheartit.com, however, i checked and i assume that that is teawithbooksā weheartit account.
another note, they do not have ask or submit boxes enabled on their tumblr, nor do they accept private messages from people unless they follow them.
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She never considered herself to be a hero by any means. The term was almost foreign and strange to her. Ever since she was a young girl, the idea of being heroic was a dream she did not pursue, an idea she did not grow. Just the mere thought of being one frightened her, made her turn tail and run in the opposite direction. To her, being a hero meant throwing your life on the line for the sake of others. It meant putting your own fears aside and standing up to them, no matter the consequences that would follow. It meant standing up and becoming a beacon of light that others would look up to, admire, praise.
Being a hero was all of these things and more, yet the thought scared her. She was afraid of putting her life on the line, of dying to protect the life of another. She believed her fears would outweigh her bravery, thus making her incapable of standing up to them and fighting them. The idea of being admired and praised by many kept her up at night because she feared that, if she screwed up, people would think much differently of her. It made her sick to her stomach, dizzy, and downright nervous just pondering the thought.
As a child, one would not even look to even considering performing the acts a hero would make. As a child, one would want to enjoy the simple things in life: friends, family, the outdoors. As a child, that was the way she spent her days. However, that all changed one day, and all it took was a request from a person whose face she barely remembers:
"You have to promise me that, no matter what happens and no matter the consequences, you will have the courage and the strength to protect the people you care about most. You have to promise me that you will guard those people with your life, and you will protect them from the darkness."
Yes, it was a request that was hard to accept, especially for her, but when she remembered the people she cared about - the friends she made, the family she lived with, the life she knew - she knew better than to just let them slip away. It was why she chose to accept that request without hesitation, without question, in the hopes that one day that strength to protect others, to be a guardian of sorts, would come to her.
Unfortunately, mustering up that strength to stand up to the darkness was much easier said than done.
The memories of those days flashed through her head as the girl slowly opened her eyes, staring up at the emptiness above her. It was not blue like the cloudless skies of a summer day, but dark and gloomy as if it were to rain at any moment. Blue eyes stared into the void for what seemed like an eternity, blinking slowly and almost rhythmically and breathing in a similar pattern. It felt as though her body was not there, almost like she was floating in the abyss by herself. As she continued to stare, she was half-expecting something, anything, to appear in front of her and force her to move. She was anticipating a face to appear from the shadows and possibly frighten her or even make her laugh, but nothing of the sort happened. It just appeared as if she was thrust into a black and empty void, leaving her with nothing but her thoughts and memories to keep her company.
The silence was the worst part of it. Not being able to hear a sound would have driven anyone to a panicked state of mind or even to the brink of insanity. Not being able to see anything was a bad enough, but having it coupled with silence without so much as a warning as to whether or not you could actually hear was far worse. It was like trying to anticipate was going to happen, but at the same time doubting whether something would happen or if it was just going to remain dead.
The fact that she was not reacting that way - all panicked and frightened beyond all reason - surprised her a bit. She was expecting to be at least somewhat terrified, yet she felt nothing. Nothing but calm.
I'm dreaming, she thought to herself. It was only in her dreams that she felt this kind of serenity and peace come over her, but it was a first to feel like she was in an empty void with nothing around her. She did not have time to ponder this thought, however, as she, after what seemed like years, heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Wake up."
It was upon hearing those words that all feeling returned to her body, and she immediately felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Using her hands to feel around for a moment, it felt like she was lying on a marble floor. Not the most comfortable thing to be lying on, but it certainly was better than floating in nothing. At least, it was better than the feeling of falling.
She swallowed the lump that quickly formed in her throat after that thought. Best not to think of that scenario.
After some time, she closed her eyes and started moving her body: first her arms, then her head, and finally her legs. She used her arms and hands to lift her body from the floor and raised her head so that it would hang forward just as she started moving her legs to her chest. The motions were slow and cautious as if she had not been able to move them in a long time, but she was fortunate that she was not in any pain. Once her knees were close enough to her chest, she used her legs to slowly lift herself up off the ground and stand tall, while exhaling the breath she did not realize she was holding in.
A beat passed before she opened her eyes once more, looking down at the floor that she stood on and catching glimpses of an image. Furrowing her brows out of confusion, she slowly looked up more and noticed the floor around her. She realized she was standing on a gray platform in the middle of nothing, an intricately designed platform that seemed to appear from the void itself. The image on the floor had the image of what appeared to be a young woman sleeping peacefully, her arms folded over her stomach and her hair laid out in a similar manner to that of a fan. Her straight, long hair was shaded black and white, but the colors were separated on either side of her with the black hair to her left and the white hair to her right. Her skin was near pale, but it did not appear as though she was sickly or worse. Her attire was something the girl had never really seen before, but she did hear about it. The woman was dressed similarly to a geisha, sporting a yukata kimono style that stopped just at her knees. The sleeves were thinner, almost skin tight, but they resembled bell sleeves, as they opened up more just as they reached her hands. The color of the kimono itself was a gray shade, but it would have been whiter had it not been for the massive white heart shape in the background. The kimono also had black floral designs appearing from the hems where her knees and hands were, almost as if they were growing out and upward. Around her waist was a simple black obi, though the bow itself seemed to be non-existent. Gazing at her feet, the girl noticed that the woman was wearing white colored buttoned up socks with a split toe - tabi, as the girl recalled though she did not remember where she heard it from - as well as plain black zabi, or sandals. On either side of the sleeping woman were two translucent tear-like shapes, one black to the woman's right and the other white to the woman's left. It almost resembled that of a yin-yang symbol, but it looked almost as if two more people could fit right into those spots. Along the edges of the platform, two symbols appeared to surround it, one replacing the other in it's never ending cycle around the circle. The first symbol showed a white heart, similar to the one that appeared behind the woman, centered in a black circle, and the second symbol showed a simple lining of what appeared to be a black heart centered in a white circle.
The girl stared at the image for a while, trying to put a name to the face with no luck, just as the voice spoke again.
"Look this way, toward the light."
The girl slowly looked forward, only to find a light shining from the darkness and onto the platform. Blue eyes widened a bit, shocked that it was possible that any source of light was capable of breaking through. In that light stood a slender figure, arms seemingly crossed in front of them and standing still like a statue. It did not take long for the girl to immediately recognize who it was, or at least who they looked like. The figure looked strikingly similar to the sleeping woman on the floor beneath her, however, she could only see the standing woman from behind. The girl did note that the woman's hair was long enough to reach the middle of her back, which greatly surprised the girl. Nevertheless, she pushed aside those thoughts as she finally found her own words and spoke.
"Who...are you?" She was half-expecting her voice to be hoarse as if she had not spoken in a long time, but she was happy that it was not the case.
The woman did not move a muscle as she responded, "Consider me a...good friend."
The girl's eyes narrowed a bit, feeling a bit suspicious by the response.
"A friend?" She inquired. The woman did not respond to that, silently agreeing, so the girl continued. "How can I call you a friend if I don't know you?"
"Would you rather consider me an enemy?" The woman asked, answering the girl's question with another. "If you couldn't tell, I haven't to put you harm's way nor do I have any intentions of doing so."
"Your intentions are still a mystery to me," the girl retorted, crossing her own arms over her chest. She paused briefly before saying, "But...I do suppose you're right."
"Here you are safe from harm, my dear," said the woman. "This is where your heart resides. And your heart is filled with light. Darkness cannot enter."
The girl's eyebrow raised questionably.
"If this is my heart, then how did you get here?"
It was at this moment that the woman laughed softly, which annoyed the girl. Why was she laughing?
"That's a story for another day," she answered. The girl frowned as the woman continued. "Instead, I have something to tell you. Something important."
In a matter of moments, the girl's attitude changed to one of curiosity. "Oh?"
The girl could sense a smile form on the woman's face. "Fate has brought you to the island you're currently on, my child."
Curiosity changed to surprise as the girl's arms fell to their sides. This woman is certainly something else, she told herself. How does she know where I am right now? That was when the girl remembered that she was dreaming, a thought that crossed her mind not that long ago. Did this woman somehow invade her dreams? If so, how and why would she do such a thing?
"What are you talking about?" The girl wondered.
The woman's head turned ever so slightly in the girl's direction, her hair swaying side to side briefly, as she said, "Fate has led you to the island on which you stand. As if you were destined to be there."
"I...I don't understand." The girl shook her head. "I've just been traveling worlds in search of my friends. I just so happened to end up here."
"You never questioned how you ended up there?" The woman inquired though the tone of her voice implied that she already knew the answer to the question.
Without a word, the girl raised her hand in front of her, inhaling and exhaling. After a moment of time, a soft light flashed in front of her, and an object appeared in her outstretched hand. The object was that of a key-like weapon, seemingly out of place from other weapons. The hilt of the blade was circular and had a pair of wings jutted out on either side just a bit. Attached to the end of the weapon was a small chain where a small orange colored sun was hanging from the end of it. At the hilt of the blade was a similarly colored sun, standing out from the rest of the weapon. The blade itself extended until it created a heart shaped opening at the top, the inside of the shape dusted with a faint yellow. The teeth of the weapon resembled that of a rising sun appearing from the horizon, the curved rays pointing out and sharpened. The color of the blade was a blend from black to white. Starting at the bottom of the blade, the hilt was mostly black, but there were notable white dots scattered here and there. It resembled the night sky, but as it went on it slowly started to grow into a brighter gray shade. By the time it reached the connection between hilt and blade, it was already gray with the exception of the sun in the middle. Going up the blade even further, the color continued to turn brighter and brighter until it was completely white. Lastly, around the blade was a spiral design wrapping around the entirety of the blade, starting at the bottom as a purple shade all the way to the tip of the blade where it changed to blue.
The girl smiled as she gazed upon the weapon, admiring it as she had done many times before, before looking up at the woman, who did not turn around to see it.
"I know how I got here." The girl stated confidently. "My Keyblade brought me here."
"Did you tell it to bring you here, or did it simply take you there without you knowing where you would end up next?" The woman inquired almost instantly, showing no response to the girl revealing her weapon. The girl, who was both surprised and baffled by her question, did not respond. Her eyes shifted while her arm, weapon in hand, slowly fell to her side once more. Before the silence set in, the woman continued, "I assumed as much. You don't know how to control where it takes you nor do you know how it finds a new world."
"So what?" The girl finally snapped. She felt like she was being mocked, and she did not like it. "That doesn't mean that I'm incapable of using it!"
"I never said that you were," the woman calmly stated. She did not seem alarmed by the girl's outburst. "Nevertheless, the question still remains: do you know exactly how it takes you from place to place?" The girl did not respond, once again unable to provide an answer, and the woman continued. "To put it simply, that Keyblade was drawn to the light that resides on the island. It is drawn to the light that resides in all worlds. The island, however, has someone whose light is strong enough to be noticed from far away." The woman laughed again. "Odd that you weren't drawn to that light long ago. Maybe it wasn't prepared. Or rather..."
She stopped speaking, leaving the girl confused.
"Or rather what?"
"Or rather it was waiting for the right time to bring you." She suggested. "As I said, fate has brought you to the island for a reason."
Before the girl could ask any questions, the woman suddenly started walking forward, moving out of the light and towards the edge of the platform. Confused, the girl started walking after her.
"But...but I don't understand!" The girl stammered. "What does that even mean?"
The woman reached the edge before stopping, one step away from falling off the edge. The girl stopped as well, stepping into the light the woman once stood under, and waited for her response. After a long moment of silence, the woman outstretched her arms and inhaled, as if she were mentally preparing herself for what was to happen next. A few more beats of silence passed before the woman slowly began to lean forward. Just before the girl could move to stop her, the woman finally spoke.
"You will see and you will understand soon enough..." she said as she began to fall off the edge and into the abyss. "...Zaria."
The girl, Zaria, was left dumbfounded as the woman disappeared from Ā sight, leaving her on the platform alone once again. Just as the silence was starting to set in, she looked up at the light that shined down on her, realizing the light was becoming brighter and brighter. It was a calming light and one that did not blind her. She continued to look at it as the light continued to grow bigger. Just before she could be engulfed in the light, she slowly closed her eyes and breathed deeply, accepting the fate that would befall her.
Fate has brought me to the island for a reason, she thought to herself. I wonder what she means by that...
"Zaria? Miss Zaria? Wake up!"
A voice suddenly called to her in a seemingly frantic manner, her body shifting from side to side in an attempt to wake her. Unfortunately for her, it appeared to work, as she began to stir. The sounds of seagulls, crashing waves, and the creaking of boards was heard around her, letting her know that she was truly waking up. Grumbling, her eyes slowly began to open, only instead of being surrounded by darkness or enveloped in the light she found herself staring at a wooden ceiling above her. For a moment, she wondered what she was staring at, her mind a bit hazy, but it was not long before she started to remember where she was.
"I'm...still on the island..." She muttered out loud. It was obvious that she sounded very groggy as she spoke. "Right...?"
"But of course, Miss Zaria. Where else would we be?" The voice spoke again, grabbing her attention.
She turned her head in the direction in which it came from and spotted a familiar figure standing nearby. A short, rabbit-lion hybrid creature stood next to her, a look of concern in his dark red eyes while his human-like paws folded in front of him, holding onto his lion tail. Despite the look of concern in his eyes and his ears falling back behind his head, a universal sign of fear, she could still notice the small smile forming on his furry face, a smile of relief. The look made her smile softly.
"Good morning, Dimitri," she mumbled before sitting up. She lifted a hand to her eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them.
Dimitri's smile grew as he said, "Good morning to you, Miss Zaria. Did you sleep well?" Her hand fell to her lap as she glanced at him, making a noise that did not sound positive. He frowned at that. "I was afraid you would say that. You were talking in your sleep."
Zaria turned her head to look at him completely, raising an eyebrow.
"I did it again?" She asked, her tone of voice unfazed by the news. After Dimitri nodded, she could not help but sigh. "Man, I thought I was over that."
"Would you be comfortable enough to tell me what you dreamt about?" He inquired. "If not, I completely understand."
Zaria pursed her lips, thinking about how she could word what she saw in her dreams without sounding mad. While she knew all too well that her animal companion would never judge her for expressing what was going on in her head, it still felt strange telling him things that she did not fully understand. She was worried that he would not have an answer to satisfy her, an answer that would put to rest all the questions that circled in her mind. As intelligent as he may have been, he could not answer every question she had.
After a moment, she sighed. She may have known that he would not have an answer, but that did not mean she had to keep it a secret. It just would not be right.
"Well..." She slowly started. "It...wasn't a nightmare, but it was a really confusing, to say the least." She paused as she looked out at the opening to the outside. "I was standing on a platform in the middle of a black void. I couldn't hear anything at all, but I knew I wasn't deaf. Then, I heard a voice I had never heard before. When I got up from the floor, I saw that it was a woman."
"Did you recognize her?" Dimitri questioned, sitting down next her while keeping his gaze on her.
She shook her head. "I'm not sure. She didn't sound familiar." She looked up, thinking about the mysterious woman. "Then again, I wasn't able to see her completely. I know for certain her hair was black and white, and it was long. She had her back toward me..." She looked forward again in realization, making Dimitri's ears perk up. "Oh, but I do recall seeing her picture on the platform beneath me. She appeared to be sleeping, though, so it really wasn't much help." A hand fell against her chin as she thought. "She said something about how fate had lead me to this island for a reason, that strong light attracted my Keyblade and sent me here."
"Well, that's strange." He commented, his ears falling back again as he looked forward. "I don't remember meeting or seeing anyone with that hair color, nor do I know what that could possibly mean."
"Neither do I," she agreed. Her brows furrowed moments later. "But you know...it...definitely felt like I knew her." He looked back at her, ears rising once again. "I know for sure that I've never seen her before in my life, but it just felt like I knew her." Her head lowered. "If only I got a better look at her face...well, when she didn't look like she was sleeping."
His ears fell back once again as his head lowered.
"I wish I could help you, Miss Zaria, but unfortunately, I don't really know what to make of it." He spoke, his voice sounding apologetic. When she looked at him, he perked up, a look of determination. "But one thing is for sure. I'll be more than happy to keep an eye out for anything that helps in figuring out who that woman is and any clues as to what she could mean."
Her expression changed to one of surprise. "You'd do that for me?"
"But of course!" His smile grew. "After all, it's only fair since you saved my life!"
She stared him for a long moment before a small smile formed on her lips and a hand fell on his head.
"That means a lot, Dimitri." She said softly. "Thank you." He could not help but smile brightly at that while she finally got to her feet and stretched. "Well, I think it's time to put that thought on the back burner for now. We are here for a reason, after all."
Without missing a beat, Dimitri climbed onto her shoulder.
"You're right. We have no time to lose!" He cheered.
With a simple nod, Zaria stepped toward the entrance to the outside, completely unaware of the adventure that was about to unfold, unaware of the fate that was about to be unveiled.
This an original writing. All characters, places, and events appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This writing contains topics that may be triggering to some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.
I bet youāve never heard of the sad yet gruesome tale of the Doll Maker, have you? I highly doubt it. Not many people know about it, and if they do theyāll brush it off as just a tall tale created to scare kids. I wish that was the case.
If you havenāt heard of this, then I guess the best place to start this story is the beginning, back when it all started years ago.
Letās start with the person in question, The Doll Maker. To keep her identity safe, she will be called āJuno.ā Well, not really to keep her identity safe, but more so because thatās what she wanted everyone to call her. Her real name is still a mystery to this very day. But thatās a topic for another day.
Juno appeared to be young throughout most of her life and well into her adult years. To be quite honest, she looked sickly and, to put it lightly, dreadfully dull and lifeless. Her hair was a dark brown shade, but it was unkempt most of the time and so faded that the brown color turned into an ugly dull shade. The veins in her arms could be seen clearly, as if her skin was translucent, but she always wore sweaters, jackets, or long sleeved shirts no matter what the weather was like outside. Whether it was because she was embarrassed by them or if it was simply her preferred taste is beyond me, but I had the feeling it was almost as if she was hiding something. She always wore long skirts as well, usually a dark color, along with matching boots. It was obvious she was not one to be into the common trends of today. The one thing that stood out, though, was her eyes. They appeared to be a curious shade of blue, untouched by theā¦āplagueā for lack of a better term, that seemed to contaminate the rest of her body. They appeared...innocent, almost fragile. It was the only thing that made her seem relatively...normal to the naked eye.
Unfortunately, not everyone could see that as well as I did.
She wasnāt a very popular girl in school, to say the least, and she never drew attention to herself. She was...well, an outcast. Nobody ever looked in her direction; nobody gave her a second glance or the time of day. It was like she was a ghost that sauntered through the halls at night, a ghost that no one could see, but still felt her presence when she passed by. If someone even looked at her once, though - usually if they accidentally bumped into her - an almost disgusted or horrified look crossed their face before they scurried away, often times turning to their friends and complaining how āthey touched it.ā
Thatās right. Juno was never referred to as a girl by most of the students, but an āit.ā That was how horribly she was treated. They judged how she dressed, how she acted, how she spoke. Not once did they ever bother trying to get to know her. Not even the teachers did anything about it, mostly because they never really knew what was going on. She never said anything to the teachers; she just took the abuse as if it never fazed her.
Her life at home, from what I learned, was no better than it was at school. Her mother was an alcoholic and always went out with her friends to party, leaving Juno alone for hours at a time. She neglected her and treated her as if she were a problem child. From what I knew, Junoās mother had her when she was still in high school, and she has hated the child ever since. She had plans to become an actress on Broadway, playing in the role of nearly every high school that they had. Unfortunately, she was forced to put those dreams aside when she found out that she was pregnant. Her family didnāt have enough money to get an abortion at the time and she wasnāt allowed to give the child up for her adoption, as her parents claimed it was āirresponsibleā for a mother to abandon her child. They wanted her to understand the consequences and have her live with a child she did not want. This only further her anger and hatred for the child, as her life was torn apart with every passing day.
Junoās father was no better. At the time, he was the star quarterback of the high school football team. Cocky and pompous, he was always seen with a different girl on his arm, as he was believed to be the most attractive guy in school. Unfortunately, he found his way to the aspiring actressā bed after getting drunk at party, only to find out a month later that his life was going down the drain along with hers. His mother, after hearing the news, gave the new football star an ultimatum: either drop everything and do whatever it took to care for the child - and that included quitting the football team altogether - or be kicked out of the house for good.
Their lives, their futures, were all but a fleeting memory now. And to them, it was all Junoās fault. For years after she was born, they neglected her, shouted horrible things at her, and even beat her out of spite over all the years they lost trying to care for her. All the problems that turned up in their lives would immediately be placed onto her, as if was the sole cause for all of their troubles.
It was as if the entire world had turned against her, scorned her, and left her in the dirt to rot. I would have expected her to at least attempt suicide once, just to escape the pain and suffering she endured every day. In my head, any other child that went through that kind of turmoil would have done so by now.
Yet, judging from the way she responded to the way people treated her, she didnāt seem to care at all. She took everything that was thrown at her as if it meant nothing to her, brushed it off her shoulder as if a dust particle had fallen upon her clothing.
Now, just because she was like that didn't necessarily mean she wasn't always that way. After years of crying herself to sleep, doubting on whether or not living was an option or just another method of torture, she was able to find an outlet that would ease the pain even for a little while. By that, I mean she eventually looked to one thing that gave her comfort: dolls.
Over the years, whenever she had the time to herself, mostly during the times when her parents were not home, Juno learned how to create the lifeless toys with her own hands. She spent hours at a time reading books that she picked up from the library, learning everything that she could about them in the hopes of making some on her own and call them her āfriends.ā Despite everything she went through day in and day out, she always found solace in the dolls she made and/or purchased. In a way, in her eyes, it was as if they understood what she went through and listened to what she had to say whenever she needed someone to speak to. To her, they were the only things that she cared about in her life, using them as a means to form a bubble of comfort around her when everything went downhill.
Of course, she didnāt just suddenly decide to make dolls one day out of the blue like many would assume. After all, it all has to start somewhere. It all began with very first doll she ever received, the first gift she was ever given. That very first doll was what started it all.
Back when she was still in elementary school, one of her teachers learned about her birthday - the first of December - and realized how fast approaching it was. She learned about what Junoās life was like both in school and out, since she was one of the only few people that tried to talk to her and get to know her, she decided to get her a gift to surprise her, hoping that the kind gesture would bring a smile to the young girlās face and make her day a bit better.
On that day, without any sort of warning or heads up as to what would happen, Juno was surprised to find a decorative box on her desk, wrapped in a colorful looking wrapping paper with a small note attached to the top. Curious yet wary of what it could have been - she would not have been surprised if it turned out to be an awful prank from one of the students - she started tearing off the paper material almost hesitantly, only to find a small doll made of clay, one that was made to look exactly like her. The dark hair, the light skin, the clothes and even her eyes almost perfectly matched Junoās appearance. Everything about it looked beautiful, and Juno couldnāt help but marvel at it. It was as if it were the most amazing gift she had ever gotten, even if it was the only one she expected to get.
āHappy birthday, Juno,ā said the teacher, earning the attention of the nine-year-old. āI had it made just for you from a friend. I hope you like it.ā
It was that special gift, that special act of kindness, that fueled Junoās sudden obsession with dolls, the way they smiled even in the face of horrible tragedy, the way their vibrant and lifeless eyes stared into nothing. The beauty that radiated from their clear complexion made her feel almost jealous. Yet, instead of that feeling, she felt...happy. She loved the way they looked, the way they felt in her hands, even the way they stared lifelessly at her. And for the next few years, she went out of her way to get as many of them as possible, even going so far as to learn how to make them herself. Eventually, she had become so obsessed with making them with anything she could find, and even started referring to herself asā¦āThe Doll Maker.ā
Now, that isnāt the creepiest part of the story. Thatās just an explanation of who this...supposed āmonster,ā as many will assume...is. After this point, however, itāll start to become...odd. And honestly...a bit sad.
When she started high school, Juno found the courage to try and make new friends, almost as though she wanted to start fresh in the hopes of making her experiences better than what they used to be during her days as a child. It was a strange decision to make, since she was never seen around other people unless she was in the same classes as others. It remains a mystery as to why she did, but unfortunately, these attempts went on deaf ears for most of the students. While a good portion did greet her on occasion, normally due to the fact that they were genuinely good kids, there were a lot more that still treated her as less than human. Many of these students were people who bullied her all throughout her elementary and middle school days, which came as no surprise to her.
However, instead of just walking it off and ignoring the bullies like she had always done in the past, something in Juno changed. Instead, after the first week of school, she started giving them really odd looks, staring at them with an emotionless expression on her face. It was almost as if she was observing them and trying to learn something about them. This occurred even when these people were nowhere near her and were just minding their own business. In a way, it was as though she was trying to learning everything she could about these people, the people who bullied her and told her that she should have just killed herself a long time ago. One in particular was the one person who started it all: a young girl by the name of Priscilla.
To many, she was considered very narcissistic, full of herself, and generally someone who would be disliked by a lot of people. However, despite that, she had a charismatic aura that surrounded her, able to draw the eyes of most whenever she walked through the halls of the school. She was very beautiful, so being a distraction for the younger boys (or even the adults) who didnāt really know how to control themselves was very obvious. Not only that, but she was also incredibly smart despite her negative attitude toward others, ranked as the second smartest student in school, and worked extremely hard in order to get into the college she always wanted to go to.
Hello, everyone! Itās been super long since the brief update that I posted. Apologies for that. Iāve been busy the past few months and really didnāt have the motivation to do any writing, which really sucks.
Recently, though, Iāve gotten out of the writing funk, which Iām very happy about, and I hope to get this blog up and running once again. To get that started, Iāll be posting another sneak peek toĀ āThe Doll Makerā story that I had written a long time ago, having a lot more written to it than before, and I feel comfortable presenting what I have thus far. I hope to have more written soon now that Iām writing again, maybe have it completely finished.
Another thing I want to start posting is some fanfiction and Original Characters that Iāve created in the past. One of the works Iāve been working on is a Kingdom Hearts fanfiction that I never truly had the chance to write in the past, and Iāve been working on the story for about a week or so. Long story short, the story Iām writing intertwines with the games with my own characters and story thrown in. Iāll post a sneak peek of that story as well, but Iām waiting to at least have a few chapters written and ready to go before actually posting it here. Be warned, though. I do ship my own OCs with some of the characters, so if youāre not a fan of that, then Iād advise against reading the story.
...Actually, avoid any fanfiction writing that I post because most of it involves shipping my own characters with pre-existing characters.
So TL;DR: Iām not dead. Iāve been in a funk plus Iāve been working. Iāll be posting two sneak peeks to show what I have thus far. Maybe even some profiles for my characters. Weāll see! :)
Hey, everyone! It's been a bit since I posted anything, mostly due to me working a lot and having lack of energy. I wanted to make this post informing you guys that the "Doll Maker" creepy pasta is still in the works, and I hope to have it out very soon. I'm happy with how the WIP turned out, and I'm trying hard to figure out the rest of the story in a way that I think is appropriate for a creepypasta. Hopefully that works out. Also wanted to say we currently have five followers, which is absolutely amazing! Thanks so much, and I hope you enjoy this creepypasta once it's finished along with the other works I'll be writing. Trust me. There will be a lot more to come in the future! :D
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I bet youāve never heard of the sad yet gruesome tale of the Doll Maker, have you? I highly doubt it. Not many people know about it, and if they donāt theyāll brush it off as just a tall tale created to scare kids. I wish that was the case.
If you havenāt heard of this, then I guess the best place to start this story is the beginning, back when it all started years ago.
Letās start with the person in question, The Doll Maker. To keep her identity safe, she will be called āJuno.ā Well, not really to keep her identity safe, but more so because thatās what she wanted everyone to call her. Her real name is still a mystery to this very day. But thatās a topic for another day.
Juno appeared to be young throughout most of her life and well into her adult years. To be quite honest, she looked sickly and, to put it lightly, dreadfully dull and lifeless. Her hair was a dark brown shade, but it was unkempt most of the time and so faded that the brown color turned into an ugly dull shade. The veins in her arms could be seen clearly, as if her skin was translucent, but she always wore sweaters, jackets, or long sleeved shirts no matter what the weather was like outside. Whether it was because she was embarrassed by them or if it was simply her preferred taste is beyond me, but I had the feeling it was almost as if she was hiding something. She always wore long skirts as well, usually a dark color, along with matching boots. It was obvious she was not one to be into the common trends of today. The one thing that stood out, though, was her eyes. They appeared to be a curious shade of blue, untouched by theā¦āplagueā for lack of a better term, that seemed to contaminate the rest of her body. They appeared...innocent, almost fragile. It was the only thing that made her seem relatively...normal to the naked eye.
Unfortunately, not everyone could see that as well as I did.
She wasnāt a very popular girl in school, to say the least, and she never drew attention to herself. She was...well, an outcast. Nobody ever looked in her direction; nobody gave her a second glance or the time of day. It was like she was a ghost that sauntered through the halls at night, a ghost that no one could see, but still felt her presence when she passed by. If someone even looked at her once, though - usually if they accidentally bumped into her - an almost disgusted or horrified look crossed their face before they scurried away, often times turning to their friends and complaining how āthey touched it.ā
Thatās right. Juno was never referred to as a girl by most of the students, but an āit.ā That was how horribly she was treated. They judged how she dressed, how she acted, how she spoke. Not once did they ever bother trying to get to know her. Not even the teachers did anything about it, mostly because they never really knew what was going on. She never said anything to the teachers; she just took the abuse as if it never fazed her.
Her life at home, from what I learned, was no better than it was at school. Her mother was an alcoholic and always went out with her friends to party, leaving Juno alone for hours at a time. She neglected her and treated her as if she were a problem child. From what I knew, Junoās mother had her when she was still in high school, and she has hated the child ever since. She had plans to become an actress on Broadway, playing in the role of nearly every high school that they had. Unfortunately, she was forced to put those dreams aside when she found out that she was pregnant. Her family didnāt have enough money to get an abortion at the time and she wasnāt allowed to give the child up for her adoption, as her parents claimed it was āirresponsibleā for a mother to abandon her child. They wanted her to understand the consequences and have her live with a child she did not want. This only further her anger and hatred for the child, as her life was torn apart with every passing day.
Junoās father was no better. At the time, he was the star quarterback of the high school football team. Cocky and pompous, he was always seen with a different girl on his arm, as he was believed to be the most attractive guy in school. Unfortunately, he found his way to the aspiring actressā bed after getting drunk at party, only to find out a month later that his life was going down the drain along with hers. His mother, after hearing the news, gave the new football star an ultimatum: either drop everything and do whatever it took to care for the child - and that included quitting the football team altogether - or be kicked out of the house for good.
Their lives, their futures, were all but a fleeting memory now. And to them, it was all Junoās fault. For years after she was born, they neglected her, shouted horrible things at her, and even beat her out of spite over all the years they lost trying to care for her. All the problems that turned up in their lives would immediately be placed onto her, as if was the sole cause for all of their troubles.
It was as if the entire world had turned against her, scorned her, and left her in the dirt to rot. I would have expected her to at least attempt suicide once, just to escape the pain and suffering she endured every day. In my head, any other child that went through that kind of turmoil would have done so by now.
Yet, judging from the way she responded to the way people treated her, she didnāt seem to care at all. She took everything that was thrown at her as if it meant nothing to her, brushed it off her shoulder as if a dust particle had fallen upon her clothing.
Now, just because she was like that didn't necessarily mean she wasn't always that way. After years of crying herself to sleep, doubting on whether or not living was an option or just another method of torture, she was able to find an outlet that would ease the pain even for a little while. By that, I mean she eventually looked to one thing that gave her comfort: dolls.
