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Waffleberry - Original

Dead. So many dead, so many…not dead. They were rising again, living. It was just a game, a dream. She tried to smile, tried to turn and look at sombra, but something was wrong. The Queen- ah, yes. The Queen. The purpose for this fight.

“No,” she said. The vines were coming, all around. She knew what they meant. They meant imprisonment. Waffleberry, Sherry, wanted to fight. She knew she should fight, but… it seemed she was fading. Falling apart, and falling away.

It was a Nightmare. Grief would have her and there was nothing she could do. The voice of the Queen was overpowering, and it made the little Hunter shiver.

The voice in her head sounded less sure.

I don’t know. Grief… I’m scared it’s not just a dream. I’m scared I won’t wake up.

Armagnac was silent for a moment, but her feelings were clear. Even she wasn’t entirely certain about things, now. It all echoed to real, to close to home. And the world was a funny place. It was all she said, but comfort oozed from her.

Sherry might have laughed, if she could have. But she was too worried, too scared. She could feel pieces of her breaking off, unraveling, fading and slipping away. She would be consumed. This was not a mere dream. This was an end. She was fading, being devoured. She would not wake up, she would not see the sun again, or Jake. Oh, no! He was there, too. Or was he not? Was this only her dream? She hoped so. Just her dream, just her and Armagnac to stay with the Queen. Let her be the only one to not wake up.

She had no problem dying, but not here, not like this. I don’t want to stay. She didn’t, she really didn’t. But she could feel herself fading, falling, disappearing. Even Armagnac seemed distant. I don’t want to stay. Please.

She couldn’t fight it. There was nothing to fight.

It was over.

SNAP

The world broke; the cage broke. Shattered. Senses came back to her, and Waffleberry, Sherry, the hunter, fought to keep them. She fought to regain herself, to keep all of her. Away from the Queen. She was whole, she needed to stay that way.

It was like waking up from a dream, even though this nightmare seemed to last forever. She’d nearly let herself sleep into oblivion. But something had…something had changed. A door? An opening door…and out of it came many, many figures. Puppets. Like her, like the others. They even looked like everyone. Like before. The ones in the room, only alive this time. Awake and alive.

One stepped in front of her. Her double. It spoke to her.

“Everything? What do you mean?” Sherry was confused by that. She was confused by the ‘Thanks’ and by the weapon the other her drew. It was her weapon, her’s and her double’s. “Goodbye?”

The blade of bone cut through her as though there were no resistance. She had seen it coming, but her mind had been to slow to process it. She was attacking herself. Her container, whatever that meant, was killing her.

It didn’t hurt. And this time, it didn’t feel like she was being slowly devoured as she faded. She simply… ceased to be in the dream any longer. It was over.

The End.

[ Death Solo | Part 1 | VoiceofNature/Ev ]



It was like waking up from a heavy slumber, having all her memories and feelings rush back to her so suddenly, gasping in shock when they hit her like a ton of bricks. It felt like she'd just narrowly escaped being gobbled up alive, in a depressing presence that pushed and pushed and pushed. She had to gain her bearings a little, breathing a bit ragged as a hand placed to her chest to calm her beating heart.

But her eyes were distracted by the opened door, and the figure standing there before it. It was familiar, and made the ghoul step a little closer for a better look, uncertain if her eyes were playing tricks on her or not.

But they weren't.

Right before her stood a copy, that looked exactly like her own self that it made the normally calm ghoul widen her eyes slightly in surprise. That... was interesting. But... at the same time, she was more than curious at the sight before her. What should she say? what did one say to someone who looked just like them. And when the other spoke, it only made more curiosity swirl about her mind.

"You are my container? Just what does that mean exactly?"

But the copy just smiled, and gave a small cant to her head. "Exactly what it sounds like~" it replied pleasantly, happily.

Container. But what would she need a container for? was this creature apart of her since it held what she knew? Or was it simply injected with the knowledge? When it spoke again, for that brief moment, followed by a thrust of some sort of weapon. So swift, and sudden, that there was no time for a reaction, as the life was drained out of her body. A last breath given, vision closing to blackness.

[death solo part 1 || RockerReaper ; Caiden Tsukino]

Rocker had been on the lookout for any other memories or reflections that would turn into people attacking him, somehow having managed to avoid his own reflection besides that first one. Then before he could blink, the rest of the mirrors shattered at the same time. He ducked and covered his eyes to avoid the shards of glass,

When the glass rain settled, he looked up again, trying to find his sister. That's when he saw them move. The replicas. They weren't dead, not really. They were getting back up. Of course they couldn't die, just like he couldn't die. This was a dream, a game. It wasn't real. It was, however, pretty ******** creepy.

He stared as the white queen started...melting into the floor, and fading. But the dream wasn't over yet. The white queen started extending those creepy, thorny vines at him and he wanted to back away but it was like he couldn't move. Then the vines formed a cage around him and he really was trapped. Trapped like a rat.

The end of his legacy? What did that mean? And then he was fading, getting smaller. "What the ******** are you doing to me? Stop it! They're not your memories, they're mine!"

But why should he fight? She was only going to win anyway. She was the White Queen. Clearly it would be better to just fade away, to go to sleep and not...wake...

SNAP

Immediately he came back to himself and wanted to fight the fading again. What the hell had he been talking about!? Letting go? ******** that! He had to live, he couldn't leave Cadence by herself!

There, behind the queen! It was a door! Could he get out that way? But how would he get out of this damned cage?

Yeah, no. There would be no going through that door. He could do nothing but stare as an army of replicas came out of the door.

And then there was him. Literally, the ******** puppet was him. And it had a death grip on his hands. "Let go of me!" he said.

In a voice that was painfully his own, the replica of him spoke. And it was possibly the most frightening thing he'd ever heard.

Before he could even say anything, the replica took out a weapon, his weapon, and ran him through with it.

Shockingly there was no pain, there was nothing but surprise and then....

[ Post 1 - Mimi Magloire ]

Usagi felt herself fading, but in the next moment, she was back, perfectly fine. Why was this? Had she accumulated enough points for a bonus life? But then... why was the boss...

She let out a cry as the cage surrounded her, fear settling in.
Was this... a sudden death match against the queen? But... but... this wasn't fair! Why... why did she have to...

Tears blurred her eyes, but then the cage suddenly shattered, and she heard a door open, lifting her head at the sound.
A gasp escaped her lips as she saw an army of soldiers march in. No, not soldiers. Them. The people all... looked like them?

Was this the bonus life they were given? Then, maybe...
Someone took her hand, and she turned to see an exact replica of herself, and beamed.
"Oh, thank you for coming! I-"

"I know everything."
"All your memories, everything you've gained in this dream. I am your container."

She frowned deeply.
"I don't... understand..."

The replica smiled back at her, but it was one devoid of emotion. Empty, and lacking.
"Thank you..."
Usagi's eyes widened as they raised the giant pocketwatch

"...and goodbye."

[ Post 1: Consumed ]

Phones didn't quiet understand what was happening until the cage started to close in on him. On them. He couldn't blame the person who had struck back at him, though he hadn't meant to attack them at all. Now, it seemed like it had all been useless anyway. His shoulders slumped and the frantic pace of the music pounding in his head and heart slowed. This was how it ended, huh? He knew that it was a dream, and yet this seemed all too real. Too final. If the queen trapped them here ... he would never wake again.

"You will stay. You will stay in this cage. Your existence, your memories, will contain my Grief."

Maybe that was better. He had seen in the mirrors things that could happen in his future. Only one had been ... good. The other visions had shown him trapped, or fighting with someone he was close to ... he didn't want to do that. Didn't want to be the person in those mirrors. And maybe, maybe he wouldn't have been. Maybe he would have been able to forge his own path, become a leader and change the beat of his world.

But more likely than not, it would have never happened. He'd just end up disappointed, and alone. Or taken by the humans in white and enslaved for who knew how long.

Perhaps this was better...

Snap

The cage was suddenly open, and he could see a door ... freedom. Life. Memories. He took a step forward, and then froze as the puppet army came through. Maybe ... it wasn't the way out?

Confused and unsure, his gaze darted from figure to figure - and jumped when his own hand was taken.

"Don't worry, I know all about it. Everything will be fine. I was made for this. Maybe you're made for something more."

Donovan blinked, staring at himself, at a painfully familiar wry quirk of the lips, swirling shadows in the eyes, a pale and gaunt face. "I'm your container. I'm here, so you can be free."

There's a slight pause, but Donovan didn't reply ... how could he? This was surreal and yet somehow, he understood. Words weren't needed, because the other, the replica, he understood.

"Thank you," the other said. "And goodbye." Then, the weapon was swinging toward his head, and the world exploded into white.

[ Part 1: Rhiannon/Briar_Rose ]

"You're welcome." Briar_Rose looked at the Cheshire Cat warmly, a genuine smile on her face. "Um, Miyu, I wanted to-"


And then:


Chaos.


It all started with a bang as the mirrors shattered one by one, the shards making a sound like crystalline rain as they crashed and pooled all around her the other players. The White Queen-- Grief -- seemed to be losing her power, as her once terrible form had begun to fade into the hungry dark. In a desperate move, Grief sent hundreds of thorn covered vines to surround each and every one of them and she was pulled away from her friend amidst the confusion. The vines only reached higher and higher, creating intricate designs until it had become a cage. The rose it seemed, had been trapped within its own thorns.



It was all Grief spoke of, how they all would be trapped here forever, living in an eternal nightmare... The walls of her cage seemed to be shrinking, getting smaller, and smaller, making her feel so helpless and alone...

Then they came, the multitude of puppets marching through the open door like hundreds of small soldiers. But there was something odd about them all-- they all looked like someone else, some she had seen on her journey, some fought with; other players... including her.

"I know everything, Rhiannon." Said her doppelganger in a voice that was exactly like her own. "All your memories, everything you've gained in this dream. I am your container." She said it with finality, in a happy lilt that was in characteristic of her.

"What are you talking about?" She couldn't help but be fearful of her mirror-image.

"That I wanted to say thank you," she said, reaching for the claw that Rhiannon herself had owned. Her doppelganger lifted it high it the air with deadly purpose, "and goodbye."

It was too fast for Ri to even register it. She could feel herself drift, her body suddenly weightless and tired as it dissipated into the darkness...

[ POST 1: DEATH SOLO ] (VeryGrey/Xareoli)

She was still running and avoiding getting near any mirrors scared someone would crash through and hurt her. She was really sure she was going towards the Queen just as she wanted. She saw several others around her doing the same.

Suddenly all the mirrors shattered leaving nothing of them behind. She saw alot of other around her now. Some hurt, some looking scared or confused, some looking very serious and ready to battle. She saw however even more people on the ground motionless. Not doing anything at all till the all suddenly got back up somehow. Something happened to her too.

She was now suddenly trapped in a cage. A cage that was slowly getting smaller and smaller. "What is going on? Help! I - I don't want this!" She started to panic and felt she was slowly disappearing. Grief was consuming her. She felt so lost. She obviously lost this game. She could see parts of her fading away now. She was really sad it had to end like this. Even if it did go slow and painless.

Just as she thought she was going to completely disappear the cage suddenly shatters freeing her again. She quickly stands up again and slowly walks away from the Queen. This had been so close!

She stopped when she was the door open. An army filled with familiar creeple started to surround the queen. She looked at it really confused when she was gently grabbed at her arm by someone. She turned around to see herself. An completed replica of herself was standing there.

"I know everything," the other said in a voice exactly the same as her own. "All your memories, everything you've gained in this dream. I am your container." She stared at the replica slowly taking in what it just said. This was sounding ver interesting. Very interesting indeed. "Thank you," said the replica while drawing out an really sharp weapon. One she recognized. "and goodbye." the replica said. "What? Wait what are you doing? Stop!" The replica completely ignored her cries and stabbed her in the chest. "Why are you doing this?" She cried one last time and realized she didn't feel any pain. It was all happening quick and painless. She it was still very scary to have this happen to her and why?

She looked at the replica one last time and fell to the ground. She was nothing but an empty puppet now.

She faded away and was gone... forever?