Byakko's replica watched in sadness as Byakko disappeared. He mentally started to call himself Byakko and his original by Aiden to keep them a bit separate. He hadn't even pulled back his claws before Aiden disappeared, ready to wake up in the real world save and sound. Byakko stared at the spot his original was for a moment, tearing up a bit as thoughts and feelings bombarded him. He would never get to joke with Souji, never get to hug Maky, never get to really live. All he had were memories and feelings of someone elses life and it wasn't the same thing.
Byakko turned away from the spot and faced the Queen. He didn't feel any regret for saving his original thankfully and that made his job easier. His only regrets were like his thoughts before about how he wouldn't get to live beyond these precious few moments. As he looked at the Queen memories of his first moments ran through his mind. Memories of the voice, memories of the voice saying it was okay to be a toy, okay to be discarded. And then the memories of Aiden, the feelings of Aiden, came to Byakko's mind and swirled around.
There were so many places and faces, so many feelings that went with the memories. As they played in his mind over and over, Byakko's regret slipped away. He felt sadness for his original, sadness for not knowing his purpose in life or his destiny. But his main feeling right now was contentment. While Aiden would not know his destiny, at least with Byakko's sacrifice he would be able to reach it. He would be able to grow and thrive through Byakko's actions. And that, more then anything, let Byakko feel calm and relaxed, let him feel ready to meet his destiny head on.
Byakko noticed the door had disappeared as the cage reconstructed around him and the other replica's. When she spoke out he was ready for this. As the cage shrunk, he was ready for this. What Byakko was not ready for was the feeling of fading, the feeling of slipping away to the grief. Panic beat in his breast though he tried to fight it down. He tried to find the calm, the contentment, from before but it was slipping away like he was. Tears welled up in his eyes again though he stopped himself from struggling against the cage.
Finally everything, memories and feelings, faded away and Byakko was left feeling empty as his consciousness faded out as well. His last thought was of how he had fulfilled his destiny and served the meaning of which he was created.
He never noticed when the tears fell down his cheeks, consciousness gone and cradled in death.
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YOU ARE YOURSELF
You are conscious again, just barely. You feel yourself floating upwards. Around you scatter items, little strange forks and knives and trinkets all in gold, pots and teapots and bottles and little flowers all float upwards. Why if you didn't know any better, it almost seemed as if you were being lifted out of a very cluttered rabbit hole.
At the very top it is a room. A grey room, and you see only yourself, just you, the room and nobody else. The rabbit hole has also disappeared.
She appears. Or it perhaps. The artificial intelligence because it was indeed created artificially from Humans. She appears, but she cannot smile. She has no face.
"This is goodbye then." She nods. "I hope your experience was satisfactory. It has been a very long dream and I am so very, very tired."
She begins to fade now, but it doesn't seem to alarming. Around you, the room is fading as well. You begin to feet it, the tips of you gaining consciousness, of being aware of yourself. It feels welcoming.
She begins to fade now and waves you away one last time. "I think I will miss you. Yes, I do think this is possible."
The dream fades away to black.
"I'm sure we will meet again."
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exclaim If you have NOT completed your rp posts for this event you may STILL DO SO. The pages are pages 1 for part 1, page 27 for part 2, and page 61 for part 3! You will have all week to complete your posts in this thread! exclaim
Every journey has a beginning and the end and this is just the end of the beginning! Wonderland is just but a small fantastical dream, full of adventures and excitement, but it is just as wonderful to have something to return home to. That is everyone's small piece of wonderlandexcept you Hunters. That having said, RP channels are all open again for existing characters, and we do have a few special announcements AND events happening, so please check them out (see below). This includes allowing for this whole week QUEST STUDENTS AND HUNTERS TO RP! We want to love you just a little more and help you really enjoy the environment outside of events! - These events below are open to everyone even characters NOT in this event so PLEASE do put your characters everywhere and we mean it.
WHAT TO DO NEXT:
[ THE INFLUX OF DISTORTION: ] While ALICE did her best to contain Grief and Destruction within the dream container, a lot their power has spilled into the real world. That means in Halloween AND in the Human World, especially areas with high Fear concentration such as Deus Ex, random Distortion creatures may spawn and take form! They are prone to invading anywhere, yes, it is possible to encounter a random Distortion creature event while rping, just for the week until the Distortion ebbs. Don't be too surprised if your thread is invaded by a small mob (characters are free to flee if they wish, but most of them are harmless. Mostly harmless ). If you do NOT wish for any mobs to invade your thread just put in [x] at the thread and that will let a GM know! This goes for ALL threads of ALL factions, otherwise it is fair game. Some mobs may lead to secret plots to be uncovered, so it is fun for all!
[ AMITYVILLE OPEN HOUSE ] For all [ quest characters AND newbie characters] we want to invite these RPErs to go ahead and try out our RP environment! If you had a quest character in this event please drop them by the AMITYVILLE OPEN HOUSE! This is open to ALL quest students - but if you were not in the event, it just needs to have a quick lookover to make sure its okay (see the ooc rules on post 2 of that thread). We will also need students to guide QUEST CHARACTERS on TOUR for the open house, once again, check out the link! This is for ALL students once again, just as a sort of shop bonding exercise
[ HORSEMEN EVENT: ] A ??? event is going on! All horsemen are asked to come join in where applicable! It seems this may lead to some strange but rather important event in the future perhaps. Also horsemen are allowed to join the open house if they wish, they can just post entering it - but they will need to be toured by an actual Amityville student.
[ DEUS EX PROBLEMS: ] Was anyone surprised? It seems the pod malfunctions has caused some candidates to wake up!
[ QUEST HUNTERS ]: If you had a quest hunter in this event go HERE. IF you would LIKE to rp your quest hunter go HERE! You'll have a great chance to interact with the Deus environment and learn a bit more about what it's like to be a Hunter!
[ REGULAR HUNTERS ]: Surprise! You wake up and explosions, well okay not really but close. All Hunters, even ones NOT in the the event should really CHECK THIS OUT
Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 9:48 pm
[Part 2 - SCIENCE - Canon Indy]
With a mighty BOOM!, SCIENCE managed to save herself. Her real self. It was a strange and curious thing to realize that somewhere, some-when, there was a version of you that would go on living, experiencing new things, and possibly changing. SCIENCE knew that she had only lived for just a short time, but the memories. Canon's memories, and now hers, felt so real it was almost painful. SCIENCE wanted to know what happened out there! Out where Canon would be waking up from a dream to real life. SCIENCE couldn't have that, though. She could only savor what had been given to her for a few brief moments. The closest she would get to actual life.
So, SCIENCE observed.
When Grief once again began squeezing and tearing the memories from her, SCIENCE watched them flow away from her. This one experience was something uniquely hers. She would watch and remember it until there was nothing left of her to remember.
SCIENCE died with a smile on her lips. She had no regrets.
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POST ONE And then he returned to the earth.
At least, that was how his story was supposed to end. He had known this ending since he was born. All Leshy did. When you died, the circle was completed and you returned to the Earth to replenish what you had used in your life. That was it – the end goal. To give equally back to what you took. He had watched his elder crumble and break leaving behind nothing but an old pile of mulch and bark where his skin and bone and soul had been just moments before. He’d watched the face crack away and turn to dirt – cracking and peeling like a desert wasteland. He’d heard the forest still and the trees moan in relief and sorrow for their loss of a guardian. He had felt his own heart break and the loss of the one person that he’d had for hundreds of years that only seemed like a blink of an eye. Aurel knew that was how he was going to die.
Not like this.
Not fading away with no sense or purpose as slow as a feather floating from the sky. Aurel was not afraid to die. Death was not the end it was the beginning of a whole new cycle. What he was afraid of was his death being meaningless. He felt himself slipping away. Smaller. Smaller. Smaller. He couldn’t fight back. The panic and overwhelming grief struck him.
What was it all for? Nothing.
Suddenly, it all shattered. The shrinking cage fell like raining glass and in a rush he was standing firmly once again.
Facing himself, holding his own hands. He didn’t have time to be confused. He barely registered the words his replica spoke. Aurel’s mouth opened to say something but there was no time. Goodbye.
The tree branch staff went through him.
There was nothing left of the Lesovik to return to the earth.
Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 6:50 am
[ ROUND 2/JUST RP: 40 HP / 40 HP ]
She saw there was alot going on right now. She saw tons and tons of mirrors and she saw part of the Queen in some of them. She also saw memories in the mirrors. Both good ones and bad ones. Creeple around her were seeing things in the mirrors too. She Queen was taunting them she was doing this to her too. Some creeple attacked the mirrors and ended up somehow hitting an damaging others. They didn't want to hurt the other creeple some were even hurting friends. She hoped really hard that noone was going to attack her. It was all an accident so she wasn't going to attack back. That wouldn't be fair. She had to try and not attack the mirrors which was hard with the mean Queen showing in them. She walked around confused and scared. She didn't want to get to close to the mirrors as you never knew if someone was going to attack you. Even if they really didn't want to hurt you.
Nothing happened and she continued walking around scared and confused.
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My character's username: VeryGrey2 My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: DORMOUSE DOCTOR Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: The Final Battle Small IC description of character: She is a serious looking little dormouse girl that is pretty short. She is all grey with bright blue eyes. Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
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[ POST 1: DEATH SOLO ] (Kitty/Sheelah)
She was really slow now and couldn't really move much anymore. What made it even harder for her was the cage she suddenly was trapped in. She saw everyone around her waking up but also ending up in cages. This was the end of my legacy? She repeated and started to panic as was starting to fade away. "No!" But before she can really realize what was going on there was a loud "SNAP" and the cage shattered into fragments. She was free again and quickly stepped back away from where the cage was before.
She stared at the door as it opened revealing an army. Puppet looking exactly like the creeple around her. One puppet that looked exactly like herself. That one found her quickly and was now standing in front of her. It was a double of her an exact copy. The other was just like her and that was a bit confusing and familiar at the same time.
"I know everything," her double said to her and "All your memories, everything you've gained in this dream. I am your container." What? This did sound interesting and was a bit strange. Then her double said. "Thank you, and goodbye." She looked shocked at the weapon her double had taken out and was now swinging at her. "Goodbye? Noo! Why? Oh please why?" but it didn't help as the familiar weapon striked her hitting her right in the heart. She fel down but she didn't feel any pain. Everything turned black now and the only thing that was left of her was an empty puppet on the ground that faded away. .... She was gone.
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My character's username: Kitty_Catz123 My character's level: 20 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: CHESHIRE CAT Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: END Small IC description of character: A rather tall cat-like girl in all brown Cheshire cat clothes with a long bushy tail. Her expression is mostly happy. Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 7:34 am
[ POST 2: REPLICA ] (Kitty/Sheelah Replica)
It was really strange to kill the one she was the replica of. She was exactly the same and still not the same at all. She made really sure the other one was gone now. She started to see memories that were hers and not hers at the same time.
She did know what she was doing here. She was here to sacrifice herself so the real one wouldn't die. She was doing so for her. She had to fade away. She saw the door she came from was gone now and she felt she was slowly fading away. She was slowly being consumed by grief. She started to panic but everything went merciful and slow. Did this really have to happen? She knew the real one her memories and feelings were being saved now. She didn't like she had to do this but she couldn't do anything to stop it. Even if she could she wouldn't do so.
She completely faded away and did what she was created for to do. She now was gone too...
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My character's username: REPLICA My character's level: 20 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: CHESHIRE CAT REPLICA Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: END Small IC description of character: A rather tall cat-like girl in all brown Cheshire cat clothes with a long bushy tail. Her expression is mostly happy. Character journal: N/A
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[ POST 1: DEATH SOLO ] (Skele_Woofie/Kenta)
Skele_Woofie, or Kenta, woke up a little as the cage opened and shatters. So close to death, so close to not existing anymore! He shuddered and staggered to his feet as the door opened. What ever happened, he wanted to face it on his feet. His eyes widened as he saw the puppets that had been in that room, the one filled with replicas of everyone, rush into the room. He saw himself.. or his fake run towards him to grasp his hands. Same single golden eye, same body that was half dead, same lost look. "I know everything," he.. no the fake said. "I'm your container.. though now I will be you." The fake stepped back and withdrew the great axe that was his job weapon. "Thank you. I'll make sure to keep on going... for us." The axe slashed down and Skele_Woofie could not avoid it. He watched the other, locked eyes and gave hima weak grin, "You better." he whispered as the axe struck. The last thing he saw was a single tear all from the single golden eye of his fake.. his container, and now him.
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My character's username: Skele_Woofie My character's Class: Caterpillar Sentry Small IC description of character: Skele_Woofie has tan skin, with the right half his face looking slightly paler, and blak wolf ears and tail. His right arm and leg are skeletal;(You can't see them due to the heavy clothes but they are there and look thinner than the left). His left eye is gold and right eye is an empty socket. Longish black hair that's shaved on the right side. His hands and feet are "paws" though they are still covered in gloves/boots that match the paw shape
[ POST 2: Replica ] (Skele_Woofie/Kenta) He felt sadness as his axe struck, though a flicker of pride. His original had locked eyes, had not turned away. He cut the body one last time to insure that it was dead before turning to face the queen. All the memories of the original was his, the faces and images, feelings and hopes. Fears, hungers, laughter. He would never truly know them, but he smiled. He had a purpose. He was here to die, so that the original lived. He was Skele_Woofie.. but Skele_Woofie was not him. He would accept his fate.
He smiled as the White Queen began to consume him and all the others. So be it. He held onto one memory, a memory that had been made here in the dream world: a happy family welcoming him. That he held onto, protected until at last he was no more. His last thought before he ceased to exist, was a hope that the real one would use this chance to live, to make that memory more than an image seen in the Caterpillar's smoke... make it real as he was not. He had the memories, but none were his. He was merely a container to die so the other could live.
So be it.
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My character's username: Skele_Woofie My character's Class: Caterpillar Sentry Small IC description of character: Skele_Woofie has tan skin, with the right half his face looking slightly paler, and black wolf ears and tail. His right arm and leg are skeletal;(You can't see them due to the heavy clothes but they are there and look thinner than the left). His left eye is gold and right eye is an empty socket. Longish black hair that's shaved on the right side. His hands and feet are "paws" though they are still covered in gloves/boots that match the paw shape
How strange, to be and to finally see himself looking so serious and almost sad. He would reassure himself, yes - once he was done feeling his face as though it were new to him. The replicant only smiled as Mouth looked and touched with a wondering sort of expression; but time was of the essence and so all too soon the replicant stopped the search by taking the Original Mouth's hands in his and giving them what he believed to be a reassuring squeeze.
'We are so strong and yet so weak at the same time...what delicate strength we have. I am stronger for being born with such glorious purpose, I need not feel the confusion or yen that he does. It is best that I go now....he will learn to have this strength - he already has...' All things thought by the Replicant, but he did not say those things, merely offering up a simplistic reality.
"Don't worry, I will stay so you may go. Back to the waking world, to the Clan...to Nahm. This is what I was made for, to stay when you go." Mouth was frowning at him - the original Mouth, that is - so he explained further, "I know all that you know, I am you...a container for your memories and thoughts. If you know, so too do I."
Replicant-Mouth watched his original as he frowned - a scowl, really - but then the other took his hands, turned them and dropped a kiss in the center of each palm.
"One from me and one from Nahm...thank you." What the original said made a gentle warmth bloom in his chest. Before the Replicant could say anything the first spoke again.
"I will not forget you, even when you are with Grief. I will remember you, celebrate you as a glorious warrior...as is fitting." Mouth smiled at his mirror, who smiled back, and then the original stepped back to allow what needed happen. All around them, Replicants were slashing at their originals and both knew that knew this must happen - for Mouth to wake he had to die in the "dream" and by the Replicant's hands.
And that was okay.
Mouth-from-the-mirror cocked his head slightly and then smiled; he brought his blade to bear swiftly, cleanly and with as much mercy as he could give. As RavenousDelirium's flesh parted under the Replicant's sharp blade, he said one last thing to his original:
"Thank you, Mouth....good bye."
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My character's username: RavenousDelirium My character's level: 33 Character's HP: 20 /40 Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Location: Finale, baby~! Small IC description of character:
Tall, lightly muscled with glowing red eyes and dark grey, mottled skin, RavenousDelirium wears the black and white with gold-trim Royal Gryphon-class set though there are many patches and additional "accents" added to the basic set. His dark hair is long and thick, slightly waved from being pinned out of his face and his overly-wide mouth is rarely given to any emotion beyond scorn or smirk.
He was himself again and he was gasping for air, clinging desperately to the parts of him that he knew were real and true, to the him he knew existed, the whole of him, even as Grief threatened to consume him, wrapping him in its coils and pulling him to somewhere unknown, somewhere that didn’t exist, where he wouldn’t exist.
But there was no handhold to grab, nothing to clutch in desperation as he slipped away. He didn’t want to die, he didn’t want to not exist, no matter how much he doubted himself, no matter how low he sunk he never wanted to dip that far, not again and not ever and certainly not now. And it wasn’t enough as he faded, wasn’t enough to be consumed, no, the door had to open and in cruel irony, his self stepped out, him, Shiloh.
It wasn’t him, though, not really. Knowing that, however, didn’t make it any less hard to breathe, didn’t do anything to quiet the fearful pounding in his chest. They’d played through this scenario before, the Shiloh that was real clinging to the facts, to the things that were true even if they hurt because just because they hurt didn’t change anything, it didn’t mean he would give up, on anything or anyone. He wished terribly that it was anyone in front of him but that part of himself that refused to see, he wished it was Ian, wished he could reach out and take his hand, wish that Ian would tell him the words he longed to hear, that he needed to hear.
Not ‘I love you’ but ‘it’s okay’. They were as good as any declaration of love because they meant that even if things weren’t okay, they were still trying, there was still room left to try. He wised for Maebe, for Quinn, for anyone he cared about but no matter how hard he wished there was only himself, an unsettling smile on his face s he advanced towards him.
Don’t say it, Shiloh thought, I don’t want to hear it from you.
His smile only widened, as his self lifted the shadowy chainsaw.
“Don’t worry, Shiloh,” he said, his voice singsong-y, happy. “It’s okay.”
The chainsaw buzzed, rhythmic and efficient, far more useful than using his hands, the other Shiloh thought, as he finished the job for a second time, bits of his old self, the boring real self, dissipating into nothingness as they fell. There was, of course, a momentary bit of sadness amidst the ultimate happiness of having won, something that made his victory just shy of perfect.
It was very unfortunate, he felt, that this time there was no cake.
[ Death Solo - Hamika ] She was tired. So very tired.
The mirrors broke around her and she closed her eyes. Finally... release. She could finally sleep. All of this could finally go away. She felt herself slip away, consumed by Grief. The machette fell to herself with a silent clatter.
She would stay.
It was better this way. She didnt have to pretend, she didn't have to hope. She just had to give herself to Grief and she could finally sleep once and for all. Hamika gave a small smile as she faded away.
If this was the end, then at least she greeted it with open arms.
.....
Snap.
..... no.....
Nononono she just wanted to sleep! She didn't want to be awake anymore. Hamika let out a choked sob and she closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what was coming for her. Didn't want to see what next would come to torture her. She just wanted to sleep and be done with it.
She couldn't end it herself, but perhaps if she did nothing Grief would end it for her.
... Please ....
The hand on her shoulder startled her and she opened her eyes. The orange eyes of her replica stared back at her and offered a smile. Or was she the replica and this her true self.... It didn't matter anymore, not really, though. She'd be dead soon enough.
"Please... please I just want to be free... I just want to be free." Her replica smiled and touched her cheek.
"Thank you Hamika... and goodbye." Hamika let her head fall back as the machette was slide between her ribs. She felt nothing, no pain, no agony. Instead she felt free for the first time since she'd fallen into this dream.
Her consciousness fell and she let the darkness take her.
She was finally free...
Hamika didn't care if she never woke up again.
Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 6:48 pm
[ Death Solo - Phymi ] She watched with a detached apathy as her original disappeared. "Be free..." she whispered to the last vestiges of the young undead, the young girl she had been created to protect. She felt a flicker of what could be called emotion as the young girl vanished. Hamika would be fine and safe.
It was time to do her duty.
She turned towards Grief, head held high. Phymi had been created for one purpose, the container for Hamika's memories, to be a sacrifice for the Queen's cage. It was always her purpose and her fate.
... to live would be an awfully big adventure though ...
Emotions surged through her and she struggled to keep them contained. Hamika experienced her emotions powerfully, and now Phymi felt them as well. Rage, anger, grief, sadness, joy, fear, all of them surged through her with an intensity that would have thrown anyone else off their feet.
Not Phymi. Phymi was built for this.
It was odd, though, experience emotions she'd only seen through a glass window. She'd never experienced Hamika's memories, only copied them and contained them. Forever looking through a window, she could see but not touch or hear. At one time, that had been enough.
As the memories flickered, she realized that to live meant expriencing everything in greusome detail. Everything was intense and overpowering and she felt her joints creak and moan in protest.
To die meant to be ripped of these emotions and sensations, in the way she felt Grief tug on her captured memories and consume them.
For a brief moment, panic welded up within Phymi and she despierately wanted to live.
"Poppa! Look at what I can do!" Hamika swinging her arm around by the elbow and sword fighting with it. Her 'Poppa' laughing from outside the image...
Hamika fighting through the reeds, trying to impress the horseman clan to let her join...
Hamika slobbering someone's knees without notice...
Hamika straightening her shoulders and pointing her machette at the White Queen, defiance in her eyes...
Hamika....
Hamika.
Hamika.
Hamika.
As long as Hamika lived and experienced her life, everything else was unnecessary. As long as Hamika was alive and well, nothing else mattered.
Phymi gave a smile as the Queen consumed her. This was her purpose. This was her life.
The perfect replica, the perfect sacrifice.
The perfect guardian.
'Phymi' slipped away into the nothingness.
"... Thank you Hamika..."
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[ Death Solo | Post 1 | AncientPages/Akil ]
It was so sudden, the way that last thread was almost snapped, before gaining strength again; taut and strong like metal. He'd felt so close to darkness consuming his mind, that he had lost himself... it was an extremely frightening sensation that left him trembling lightly, his quivering hand lifting slowly to slip his glasses back up his nose as he stared at the door that was now before him.
what... was that..? his eyes didn't blink as he stared at what seemed to be a copy of his own self. His mind went blank for a moment from the shock, unable to process what was going on. It was unnerving, and had his tail tucked and curled to hide, his ears pinned back against his neat hair. Was that... him? why... did it look like him?
And then it spoke, clear as day, just like how he would. It was like listening to an echo of your own thoughts, your own self. Absolutely flabbergasted, he couldn't find his own voice, stammering only a few times as he tried and place his words. Container? what... did that mean? how did it know all these things about himself that even he didn't tell his very own family?
"Why...?" he finally managed to squeeze out, breathy, and light. But the replica simply gave a smile and adjusted its own glasses, before replying with, "Surely you already know the answer to that. It's not too difficult to come to a correct conclusion, after all." Maybe so... there were signs and possible reasons as to why this was the way it was. Perhaps he was being childish in not wanting to know why this thing was here, what purpose it served, and how vulnerable he actually felt now. The queen had asked those questions of him... that must be how this copy knew!
However any further discussion was cut short, as a weapon was driven through him. It didn't hurt, but it made his body stiffen from being what was now holding him up. Grunting softly as he felt his conscious slipping away, he reached up to try and grab hold of his proclaimed vessel, lips parted to speak, and producing nothing as his mind began shutting down, desperately trying to gasp onto the slipping string of his demise.
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Skele_Woofie, or Kenta, woke up a little as the cage opened and shatters. So close to death, so close to not existing anymore! He shuddered and staggered to his feet as the door opened. What ever happened, he wanted to face it on his feet. His eyes widened as he saw the puppets that had been in that room, the one filled with replicas of everyone, rush into the room. He saw himself.. or his fake run towards him to grasp his hands. Same single golden eye, same body that was half dead, same lost look.
