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Ah, the Broccoli Kingdom.
Truly, a place where everything was possible, where the events of the day could lead to anything at all!
A fierce battle, a heartfelt reunion, a simple adventure and so many more possibilities.
It was a place of a hundred species, where rules had long changed to make the world kinder, to make everyone be accepted.
Now, it was a place where everyday was something new.
And today was no different.
The bustling town of the kingdom was with people on a beautiful Saturday, filled with chattering, footsteps, smells of every kind and so much more.
Where the occasional dragon flying by was no real issue, as the world was just like that, with no rhyme or reason.
No need for that.
While there were bustling markets, a rather majestic castle and so many little spots around this place, this is not ehwre our point of interest os.
Our story turns out to be at the beautiful fountain, around the center of said town…
Not quite though. Actual center would be the Broccoli castle itself.
But nevemind that.
There was a steady, rushing flow going through the fountain, splashing down onto its little, self-made pond.
It's porcelain luckily had spells on it to not heat up in the hot sun, keeping a rather fine temperature while the local floral hugged it rather tight.
Moss was accumulating at the bottom, just like a billion coins that people threw in there for good luck.
One could be left to ponder if all those wishes truly came true.
Of course, people sat there too, enjoying their time, reading maps, enjoying conversation, feeling rather safe all things considered.
On this day, most hero teams seemed to be settling down near the center, probably for discussing things, all aloof or relaxed.
Who wouldn't want to discuss strategies and grocery lists on such a fine day?
Everything was peaceful for once, no danger lurking above and below the surface.
Even the guards seemed to relax at this rare.
So-
“GET BACK HERE NOW, YOU STUPID SCOUNDREL-”
“Catch me if you can then, You old hag!”
Of course, something had to go wrong to make this day horrible.
Running through the busy streets of the Town was a cherry, laughing and snickering the day away, wearing a green Bandana and big, brown boots.
That fruit was pushing people away, jumping over them, making sure that absolutely no one would get in their way-
Carrying a book clasped under their right arm, making sure it was gripped properly so it wouldn't fall out.
Right behind them?
The Dark Mage, yelling bloody murder and teleporting forwards as much as his magic could allow just to catch the thief.
“I swear to NANTES-”
Several people yelped at such unsocial behavior, hitting others due to the constant pushing and alerting everyone near immediately to the situation.
That, however, did not bother the cherry, who quickly jumped up and around the plaza as I'd it was their own little playground.
One must wonder what was going through their head at this current moment.
But what one mustn't wonder is what they did next, jumping up to the fountains top and holding the Book still to their side.
This one didn't mind the fountain whatever splashing against their legs as people all alike watched them in confusion, horror, awe-
All the emotions that could lead to a tragedy.
“Look- Just GET DOWN HERE-! Do you have ANY IDEA what you are trying to do-?!”
The cherry rolled his eyes, letting a thought roll around that questioned why no one was straight up attacking them now.
They wanted it so badly to stop, couldn't they just use high class magic?
A snicker left them as they considered that it may be due to the fact that they are in a massive town with people watching.
Wouldn't be good to smother the reputation of the sweet Broccoli Kingdom in mud once again, would it?
“Of course! I'm trying to prove that your ‘dangerous book’ claims are absolutely false!”
Right then, the mischievous cherry pointed at the Mage with an accusing finger, which surprisingly, didn't cause a gasp.
Simply an annoyed, twitching gaze as the hooded figure approached, leaving the crowd to move out of the way, even if they whispered along.
Perhaps, that was for a reason. Perhaps, the Dark Mage was simply not having a good day.
Nonetheless, he started to talk in a rather annoyed voice.
“Get. Down. I do not need to explain myself for the billionth time.”
At this point, some of the heroes in the plaza seemed to have noticed the tension radiating in the room.
That…there was something wrong just about this whole situation.
Maybe pulling out their needle sword or a hammer for the wolf, but the Mage simply brought a flat hand up and motioned for them to lower it.
No violence either apparently.
Good for one, bad for the other.
“Ah, you're not even denying it? I KNEW IT!!!”
With triumph, the cherry held up the book that looked way too old for its time, ripped and faded for however long it may have lasted.
A quick roll of the eyes came, quickly relocating them to the Queen and King that had finally arrived at the scene.
Though, the Mage simply squinted, approaching slowly and with care.
“I do not need to have a reason to explain myself. Now, give it back, get back down and I'll make sure whatever jail time you'll get will be merciful.”
For a moment, the Cherry blinked.
Taking a quick look back, they raised a brow at the literal royalty arriving at the scene as well, just before resting their eyes on the old book again.
Silently, the Cherry rolled the book in their hands, redirecting the look towards the Mage.
“Jail time? For a book-?”
The staring got more intense, for the question was truly not one too complicated.
Who puts someone in jail for a book of all things?
Staring turned into squinting and the cherry crossed one leg over the other, tilting his head to the truly, extremely suspicious Mage.
“Okay, now I am really suspicious of what you are trying to do with it.”
Maybe the Cherry was a bit proud of the exasperated sigh that was received from down below.
Just a little bit.
From up there, they could practically hear everyone whisper and stare at them, while the fountain did its job of keeping the water clean.
They were doing everyone a favor by unraveling a mystery! WHY MUST EVERYONE BE ACTING SO WEIRD ABOUT IT????
But finally, with a hand on his…hips, or wherever that was under the cloak, the Mage spoke up again.
Why did he wear that cloak literally everyday doesn't it get stuffy-
“Look, just- I am trying to help you here. Why do you think I'm actively keeping others from doing anything?”
The cherry audibly blinked.
“Wellllll-”
Before they could make their perfectly amazing point though, someone else that they needed to turn around for spoke up.
Once their eyes settled on that person-
They nearly flinched out of their skin.
“Kid, I prefer if you listen to our Top Mage. He may get some things wrong, but the book usually…is not to be messed with.”
THE QUEEN???? THE KING? WHY IS THE QUEEN HERE.
FOR WHAT GOOD REASON???
The cherry stepped back once more, holding tighter onto the book and wondering if everyone was quite literally insane.
It's.
It's a book. A magical book, sure, but nothing more than a BOOK nonetheless.
The Queen of Broccoli surely didn't need to pull out her legendary sword to defend against some kind of book, did she?
The Mage chimed in again and they were surely getting tired of constantly turning on the small bulb of the fountain.
“If you give it back now, I'll…we'll do nothing, Okay? No punishment. No nothing.”
The Mage…approached.
Slowly.
Making a motion that seemed to make everyone keep their distance from it all.
There was a dangerously low tone that they have never quite heard from the goofy Mage before.
“Just give back the book.”
The cherry stared…and then returned their gaze back to the book.
Faded. Broken in a manner. Like it was just never meant to be or was left alone in the dust for too long.
There wasn't even a name on it!
And they didn't even look inside-
….
Wait.
What was exactly stopping them now?
“...But that just means there's no consequences anyway!”
With that thought getting processed like a windmill, they SLAMMED open the book in their hands, hurriedly flipping through the pages like their life depended on it.
This, surprisingly, got a rather bad reaction.
“WHAT- No, there are massive consequences-!! EXTREME consequences!”
It was as if they were about to launch a nuclear explosion as everyone immediantly backed away from the cherry.
In fact, the Mage only ran closer quicker, even while trying to keep his distance from what was presumably about to happen.
This is ridiculous.
Despite all this, the Cherry couldn't help but chuckle in confusion.
“Hey, hey-! I'm just opening the book! What is with everyone?”
Sadly, their carefree attitude was shared by absolutely no one, especially not the person they stole the book from.
Practically gripping the air at this point, the Mage coming closer and nearly seeming ready to climb the fountain himself.
“Everyone in this town has more than a sane mind than you, you thief! Now, give it back or I will have to use force, I swear-”
Okay yeah no-
“Annnddd you are not convincing me anymore.”
They had about enough of this constant disruption, especially when they were about to reveal the big plot of the Mage!
Hiding the book no longer, they quickly flicked through the spells, finding the quickest one and-
“WAIT-”
They could see the light of the spell the Mage was trying to cast, but they were already speaking.
“Spiro mortim… mam iacturaaaam sistoram ese-?”
….
………
The silence was deafening.
Truly deafening.
Mostly through their own disappointment, cause LITERALLY NOTHING WAS HAPPENING?????
WHERE'S THE LIGHTS??? THE HORROR? THE ACTION???
“Are you- THIS DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING-!!!”
The Mage audibly blinked, taking a step back and lowering his hands as if he was just as surprised as the cherry.
The people, who were scared for their lives before, seemed to too be surprised by the horrific incident…that simply didn't happen.
Nothing had happened.
And the cherry couldn't be more m
RUMBLE.
“....huh-”
CRICK.
Something.
Was
Cracking the ground open just before
“FUCK- THIEF, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE-!!”
“wha-”
C R A. C K.
Something.
Started to come out of the ground with ripped, gloved fingers, showing. Bone.
A carrot.
That was
Was that a carrot?
The cherry nearly couldn't process what they were even seeing with the vomit And blow spewing out of its mouth
With its eyes split in the middle
With that scar
With those ripped
Clothes
They
Saw a timer up there and
{CORPSE EVENT ACTIVATED!}
OBJECTIVE:
Survive
A̷̡̡̡̮͕̜͖̫͕̼̫̖̯̣͈͔̗̲͎͙͙̟̝̩̰̩͍̝̫̠̟͕̥̠̮̙̹̅̃̄̀̑͋̀̄̂͆̍̈́̽̏̾͗̄̅̓̚͘͝͠ͅͅA̴̢̡̛̳̤̩̯̩̮̳͓̞̺̭̤̺͙̫̺̗̖̦̠̼͔̓͌͐͑̊͑͛̅͊̽̒̈́̑̚͜͜ͅͅĀ̵̡̢̛̛̛̞̦̥̩̜͇͎̰̦͗̔̈͋͌̔̈͌̋̀̒̍̑͗͌̏̅̽̄̑̈́̈͌̅̈́̒͌̆͌̔̎̄̓̓̊̕̕͝͝Ą̷̨̨̛̣̹̠͖̥̹̯͙̘͚̝͍͈̯͇̘̹̳̘̺̯̬̲̼͈͕͖͇̙̜̰̣̲͖̯̝̻̮̦̱̪̣͒̓̄̓̒̌̃̽̄̀̀̄͋̐̾͑̀̂̓̂͆͋͌̇͊̌̋̈́͘̕̕̚̕͜͜͝ͅͅA̸̡̢̧̧̢̢̮̱͎̻͔̼͍͕͍͍̩̱̼̱̯̭͈̯̯̲͓̪͖̫͓͈̮̤̻̞͐͒̎͐̈́̈́̓̃̐̈͑̿̾̀̈́̐͂͊̾̀̇̄̊́̈͐͒̔̄̑̈́̆͒͐͐̿͑͑͆͘̚̕̕͜͜͝͠͠Á̷̧̧̧̨̛̜̱͉̻̣̯̲̭̫͈̤̮̳͙͈̭̭̞͓̩̮̗̤̩͓̞̇̂͗͋̑͂̋̈́̈́͊͑͒̎͌̉͊͊̂̂͗̌̀̒͒̾̐̋̾̈́̕̚̚͘̕͜͠͠͝͠ͅA̷̛̬̞̝̖̙̩̼̞̹͕̤̰̫̦͍̞̬͈̟̻̅̓̓́̽̀̂͋́͆̓̄̐̃̾̔̃͗̒͑͐̑̃̍̈́̈͊̌̏̌̿̃͛̄̔͛͛͌̄̊̈́̕͘͘͘̚͜͠ͅĄ̵̨̢̛̹̥̲͔̗̥̖̜̻͕͕͓̪͈͙̙͍̯͙̠̺̘͚̲͔͂̈̈́͗̒͒̓̎̒̀̀̓̏̋̓͊̔͋͑͆̒̑̿̎̈́̑̅̏͐̓̕̚͜͜ͅA̵̡̢̡̧͓̗̦͓̙̙̗̭̱̭̭̤̖̠̦͔͖̣̙͖̙͈̭͎̦̩̲̲͍̣͍̩̠̘̭͉̗͓̯̬͈̔͛͑͒̄̓̅̍̐͗͊̇͐̉̃͊̉̉̀̇̅̅́͑͑͆̅͗̏́͐͑́̚̚͘͜͜͝͝͝͝À̷̢̢̢̪̳̫͓̦̺̰͇͎͉̩͈̟̗͇̪̪͍͔̬͖̟̬̫̞̞̆̀̕͜ͅĄ̵̛͕͖̜̪̤̣̫̬̹̲̖͎̩̦͎̹͉̟̭̞͇̾̀̆̒́̀̾̏̄̇̿͒͌̿̑̍̾̎̈́̾̾͐͘̚̕͝͠͝Ą̷͖͓͕̰̳͚͓̯͚̲̩̟͖͔̫̗̭̰̖̰̤̺̍̒̓̉́͠A̵̢̢̧̛̛̛̠̳͇̖͎̱̗͙̟̗͈̭̜͙̻̒́̈́́͂̒͛̐͐̑͑̄̎͂̈́̈́͐̈́̇̉̍̋́̇̃̉͆̉̃͒̚͘͘̕͜͝͝͝͝A̷̡̧̨̛͎̹͖̫̗̮̫̳̘̞͂̈́̅̇̿́͝͠͠͝A̸̧̨̢̨̨͔͓̠̳̗̯͙̰͍̜̠̳̰͍̻̙͙̙̼̠̤͈̮̫̣̹̳̭̙͖̬̐̾̐̓Ã̵̢̨̡͇̘͔̫͈̗̪͓̠̝̝̳̱̬̣̭̟̱̝̰̙͆̇̏̀̈́̀͆̎̍̄̓̈͝ͅÅ̸̡̡̛͍̺͖͈̮̝̼̘͓͕̙͖̹͖̹͎̦̣͉͛̂͆̽̆̑͐̀̾̅̐̍̉̾̍̐̆̂̇̀̓͌̊̓̈͊͂̂̌̌̽͂̂̽̈́́̌̿̉̀͝͝ͅÅ̴̧̨̨̛̫͕̩̥̺̥̻̳̯̘̼̣̠̹̟̘͎̙̝̦̠͍̩͇̬̦͍̺̣͙̦͖̟̱͈̻̳̜̼̭͉̑̐̓́̀̈̍̅͗̓͋̃͂̇̅̊͊̌̈́͆̂̄̽̊̉̎̿͘͘͜ͅͅA̷̡̡̡̨̢̨̙͚͎͓͙̮̱̩̗̪̞͕͔̦̬̫̗̤̞̯͉͖͓̭̮̞͇̙̝̳̪̩̱̼͈̖͈̙̗͖̳͆̅̀͗̈́͑̆̾̿͜ͅĂ̴̢̢̧̢̡̢̡̛̟̦͙̤̫̼̬͚̦̥͕̬̜͔̟̹͙̜͙̜͕̙͔̠̟̩͖͉̲̭͔͙̥̖̫͕̫͓͙̙̒̏̈̏̓͐̇̍̎̓͛̒̎́̀̔̆͊̈́̃̈́̔̃͘͘͜ͅÄ̸̡̛͇̹͖̟̟͔̮̟͎͇̤̦͕̝͖̰͇̝̘̺͖̱̪̝͍̞͈̰̜̜͂̅̐͆̓̆̅̈̄͋̈́̔̍̋̾͛̏̔̾́͒̔̆͛̆̆͌̅̂̉̉͌̌́̿̋̌̀́̚͘͜͝͝͠͝͠ͅA̵̢̢̢̨̢̧̮͎̞̦̙͙͉̟̥͉̯̗̲̺̥͇͙̱͕̝̟͚̰͎̣̖̽̌̅͆A̶̢̢̧̱̬̫̲͇̹͍̥̣͕͙̫͚̘͇̱̞͓̣͙̰̮̼͇̗̫̔̉̈̋̃̔̉̈́͊̈́̀͛̈́͋̋̏́̀͊̊̓͆̀̌͗̂̂͒̕̚͘͠͠ͅA̷̡̧̨̠͚̱̥̟̭͉͔̯̲̺͔̱͓͈̥͕̻̓̃͒̎͛͒̅́̇̒̉̈́̌́̆̇̎̈̈̚̕̕A̴̡̹̣̭̼̜͎̔̽̽̃͒͋̄̿̄̽̚̚A̴̡̨̧̢̡̝͓͈̠̫͍̞͈̜̩̻̤̱͈̣̹͍͉͚͚̞̼̤̙͈͉͛̕͘͘͜͜͜ͅÁ̵͍̠̞͈͈̩̲̩̭̲̦̩̩͓͚͎͉̭̖̽͋̈́͛̉̽͌̓̆̐̑͋̔͒̊̋̂̏̈́̈͂̓͐̈͋̈̅̓̊̈͒͌͐͘͝͠͝ͅA̸̘͓̠͎̘̹̪̞͚̫͎͙̘͕̝̤͖̫͂̎̀̍̂̈̏̉̕͠A̵̢̡̨̛̛͚̺̘̞̳̯̬̩̙͚̘̻̪̘̝͙̩͉͔̦̥̫̺̹̲͕̯͖͎̱̬̥̰̮͇̐̌̽͒̈́̑͊̈́́͋̾̈́̈͂̎̈́͑̈̏͆̓̃̑̓̅͗̔̐̀̑͑̍̃̌̇̀̀̏̈́̏̑̌̚͜͝ͅA̶̡͎̻̪͍̦̫͇̗͚͐͋̓̓̊̄̚A̶̧̡͕͍͇̰̳͕̜͍͔̱̯̗̠̖̳̘͖͎̙̘̹͚̳͎̞̼͙̞̳̞̥̲̳̬͋̄̉͂̽̅̈͑̇̄̈̋̑̀̆́̆͒͗͆̏̅̽̓̇̄͛̈́̄̿̃̇̉̀͘̚͜͜͝͝ͅÄ̷̧̨̨̫͇̬̗̰̠͈͉̬̠̻̬̦̭̺̻́̃̿̒̌̐̚Ą̵͈̙̞͖̞̗͖͉̖͓́̆͆̓̈̋̊̀̓̃͐̈́̿̾̿̍̀̂̉̉̌͛̒͊͒́͑́̅̈́̊͌̑͒͌̄̽̔̚̕̚̚̚͘̚͘̚A̷̡̧̡̡̢̡̧̡̨̧̛̻̫̮̖̻͓̯̯̙̙̝͓̘̯̭̦̦͈̫͓̜̟͌̆̐̏́͒̌̒̈̑̽̃̓̆͆͂͋̍̾̆̂̓̒̌͐̔̆̍̏̏́̄̋̎̈̏͗̋̎̚͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝A̵̭̗̗̻̠͔͔͙̻̥̼͖͈̣͙͔͒͗̈́̍̃̍͛̈́̿̍̓̎̔̔̑̾͛̆̀̚͝͝A̶̢̧̛̛͚͎̦̝̥͖̝̦̼͈̙̫͍͍͉̹̺̤̥̠͓̪͍̠̲͕̘̲̜̘͈̬͋̀̇̓̆̈̋̓̌͒̌̏̃̎͂̊͊̊̇̂̆͆̈͐̚͘͝͠͝ͅA̵̡̡̡̧̢̨̭̬̩͙͉̣͈͍̱̪̜̟͇̮̗̙̝͉̼̘̳̫̠̜̦̤̖̞̻̣̱̙̲̯̲͛̌̐̒̀͌͒̔̔͂̐́͒͂̉̓̀͋̎̚͜͝͠Ǎ̶̺͖̰̼͈̫̫̫̹̻̹͓͚̳̝̣͓̖̟͔̗̩̭̱̰̱̟͙̀͋̃̔̒̾͗̃͛̕ͅȦ̶̧̢̞͊͆͘͜A̵̧̧̡̨̨̞̲̣̥̣͇̞̖̯̱̜̭͍̬̬̠͔͍͓͇̟̬̲̹̰͙̰̻͉̮̦͔̼̰̞̻̼̣͓̘̺͛̓͛͆̑̑̋͗̒͗̀̇̏̍̋̈́̒̄̎̇̔͒̍͗͆̒͆̋̎͌̚̚̕͘͘ͅÀ̵̫̲̤͖̠͇̝̣͙̦̖̠͎̻͕͎̱̜̳̲̟͇̟̏̈̐̓̅̔͌̾̀̇̈́͐̽̉̉̄͗̈́̉͂̕͘̕͜͝͝ͅͅA̵̡͇̻̩̗̠̻̽́͐̅̕͜͠͝A̶̢̘͉̥̞̩̙̩̼͌͘͜A̷̧̝͎̟͓̗̳̹̦̼̹̩͓͖̯͍̰͚͓͉͍̞̱̲͚͔̬̻̱̬̦̺̭̼̥̥͚͉̍͛͗͜ͅA̷̧̪͔̭̼͓̼͔̙̳̜͖̦̹̗͍̣̲̯̰̘̜̪͇̲̎͒̈́̈́͒̌̐̿̒̋̋͆̀̀̐͂À̸̧̠͕͆̿͆̆͒̓͛̌̕͝͝Ą̴̧̨̻͙̫̳̲̣͍̺͚̞͉̙͔͇̫̗̦̼̲̩̲̮̳̣̳̼̬̩̱̘̯͈̹͐̊̄̇̾̈́͑̏͗́̆͘̕͜͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅḀ̷̡̧̨̧̛̛̛̲̙̜͍͓̝̯̫̖͈̭̗͇͇̺̠͚̘̜̞̺̯͙̫̼̤̤͍̦̫̲̜͕̻̤̥̺͎͚̪̻̍̽̌̔̌͊̂̓͋̽̾̊̏͑̎͐̄̓̊͐̈́̄̈́̚͜A̴͈̯̻̠̭̯̫̔̌̌ͅA̸̡̧̢̛̹̱̹̬̬̻̪̟̹̠̭̟̥͉̜̫̫͔̹͍͇̱̿̾͑͌̿̚͜Ä̴̢̧̛̜̳̻̝̙̻̦̳̝̟̭̹̯̳̥͇̤̞͉̪̞̹̫̺͍̟͔̯̝̠͖̤̩̘̟́̾̽̅̈́̐̈́̑͗̒̎̌͌̇̅͒͆̽̈́̄̍͌̂͌̈́̆͛̅̉̊̑̆̿̍́͋̋̑̚̚͘̚̕͘͜͜͝͝ͅÄ̷̮͙̺̜͕͇͓͖͙̺̻̳̖̻́̿̋̃͌̈̊͆͋͛̅̓̉̑̈́͊͛̇̏̌̔̈́̋̅̿̾́͊̊͑͘͘ͅĄ̵̰̪͚̣̙̫͇͔̣̞͕̙̗̯͉̳̹͔̟͉͎̪͍̰̙̺̰̼̗̩͈̙̫͍̓͐̀̂͐̔̑̎͗͂̾͌̆͐͂̆͊́̋̄͂̎̓̈́̍̈́͛̆̕͜͠͝͝ͅẢ̷̢̨̛̪̪̹̫͙̭͇͉̝̪̪̼͕̙̰͖͍͉͇̝̦͖̘͖͇̖̦͓̫̼̣̝̐́̐̓̃̇̄́̿̆̔̽͘͠ͅ
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And that's what
“OH MY FUCKING GOD-”
THEY COULD BARELY PROCESS THE MOMENT THEIR FEET STARTED MOVING AS
R̸̠̈́̍̇͊̈̎͋̀͒͒̑̂͑͐̈́̈́̏͗́̊͛̾͆̀͊͛̓͒̇̒̂͑̈̒͐̍̂̕̕͘̕͠͝͝R̵̡̨̯̝̙̺̭͍̭̺̥͖̲̰̜̜̩̦̙̙͂́́͂̇̃̽̐̍́̐̔͊̿̍̏̏̒͒̏͑̐͊̍̒͑̕̚͝R̶̛̘̼̳͎͉̞̓̄͐͑̓͂̊͒̉̆̅̉̐̏̓͊̚̚͠͠͝R̷̡̨̧̧͔̻̗̬͚̜̼͖̞̥̞͈͚̮̮̙͈̣̤̩̦̮̖̭̟̩͎̙͖̬̰̞̖͎̓̅͐̈̂́̓̅͜͝͝͝͝ͅȨ̶̢̨̜̺̫̣̤͉͙̘͙̥̲͚͍̟̻̠͕̭͇͇͙͎͚̣̩̥͖̹̯̦̙̟͍̜͇̝̭̻̗͙͎͒͐͜͠ͅͅĄ̵̢̢̨̧̢̨̡̨̡͔͚̘̘̪̬̙͎̜̭͎͇͍̙̺͉̖̞͕̬̩̤̠̞͇̙̺̪̮̼̠͎̞͍͒͆̉̇̑̚͜͝͠ͅA̸̛͇͙̭̝̟̰͕̘̤̬͙̣͗͆͛͒̆͊̽̄͌̌̓̃̅̉̊̈̈̀̾̈͒͛̇̈́̓̄̉̓͋̈̍̈́̐̎̐͌͗́͐͂̒́̚̚̕͜͠͝͠ͅẢ̴̢̧̢̢̛̙̣͕̰̰̼̞͙͎̖͎̖̭̩̼͈͍͎̇̎͂̐̅͌̈́͋̈̽̃̂͊͂́̃̍̏̉̾͒̾͒̚͠͠ͅA̶̛̰̺̲̋͊͑̓̈́́͒͂̈̈́̓̊͌͑͆́̽̆̃͂̎̇̕̚̚̕͝͝Ą̵̨̢̧͍̟̺̦̞̫̝̺̦̪̤͓̻̫̰̝̟̹͚̯̤̳͔̻̞̜̺̗̼̯̤̟̭̗̥͕̩̳̦̮̮̖̰̻̥͊͆̔̏͂̓̾͋̃͛̆́͋͊́̋̂́̑̎̂̌͒̒̄͆̽͆̈́͗́͗̈́͊̓̉̃̎̒̀͘͘͝͝͠͝Ä̷̧̧̨̪͕̻͇̦̦̣̻̤̝̩̫͈̟͍̞́̇̀̂̈̕͜Ą̷͇͉̝͕̟̠̬̥͕̘̭͔̯̮̳͚̮̝̰͉͔̳̙̟̙̱̾̈̅͛͌̈́̎̇̒̉͋̊͆͜͠Ā̵̡̦̤̺̺͎̗̠̑͑͊̓̅̎̏̏̓́̋̏̇̊̕͜͠Ą̶̟̤̠̟̬͓͓̜̞͙͈̭̝͍̗͎͙͎͂͋̎͜͜A̶̡̢̡̨̤̭̪̲̘͇͚̯̰̬͓̳̱̙̱̭̟̤̳̫̜͔͇̭̜͙̥̝͉̻̣͑͊̈́̉̐͑̽̿̒́̊̊͛̔͛̂̃̀̔͂̈͂͂͆̏͂̊̈́͋̚͘̚̚̕̕͘̕͜͜͠͠͝ͅA̴͚͚͎̺̱͚̟̜̺̭̜͕̩̘͓̗̠̱̞̤̅͜ͅĄ̶̧̧̙̟̣̼̖̠̟͈̻͎͇̤̘͈̥̜͓͚̳̗͙̦̯̖͖̠̩͖̭͓͙̜͇̪̭̜̰͔̳̅͜͜-̸̼͕̓͗̍̍̀͝"̵̧̛͊̅́̓͐̓͒̀̉̌̀̄̒̈́̑͌̉̿̂͗̅̽̋́̍́̈́̓́̑̔̇͛͆̍̿̉̄͛̀̍͘-
Their feet stomped against the ground rapidly, those slamming footsteps and disgusting screeches right behind them.
Whatever was
Behind them
Was ten times taller than them, towering over buildings with a rotten corpse form
One they didn't dare to look at again.
They could hear it choking
Vomiting
Screeching as people seemed to be getting out Of the Way
Teleporting
Screaming
Yet
Never getting hit even once by the thing that was right behind them
Just TURNTURNTURN-
“FUCK-”
OKAYTHEIRFINEBUTITSTILLTHERE-
Who KNEW they would be praying to buildings of all things???? NOT THEM!!!
Quickly, they turned the corner like they never did before, hearing The thing trying to scramble forwards on its broken legs
And
Up there-
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A timer was ticking down to what they could only assume was their godamn deathbed.
Why was a book
WHY WAS A STUPID BOOK THE START TO ALL THIS???
A hiss escaped their throat as the stones on the path dug unto their feet but it didn't matter they couldn't die theycouldntdienow-
But
It was
As of the thing
Was faster than them.
“HHAAHHOLY-”
FUCKFUCKALMOST-
SCRRRRRRRIIIISSSSSHHH-
Okay so it nearly hit them straight on with its massive body which just crashed into a wall yeahTHATSFINETHEYSUPPOSE
COME ONCOMEONCOMEON-
Few seconds passed but their legs were already screaming and the thing was already right on their ass, nearly on all fours from the sounds
And
The Moon was red. With eyes. The entire sky was like flesh.
What the fuck
They were gonna die here, grasping a fucking book from a stupid fucking Mage that shouldn't even owOWOAAAA-
CRISH-
NEARLYHITAGAINLUCKTRULYISONTHEIRSIDE-
RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING NEARLY SEEING HEROES PASS THEM BY-
till they almost made a loop around to the stupid fountain that had somehow disappeared from the plaza
Good for the fountain-! THEY WANTED TO LEAVE TOO-
“PLEASE-”
They didn't know what they were pleading for
Maybe they could-
The Cherry quickly pulled out a dagger from their scarf, uncaring for the tears and the harsh breath that came and
The weapon disappeared
[Weapon privileges turned off]
[Magic privileges turned off]
[Shields turned off]
[Defense turned off]
Oh God
They are gonna die here
They could barely
Then around to the thing that was bleeding and vomiting from everything
Too tall
To stretched too
Damaged
Running towards them at high speed
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
I don't want to die
Ş̷̢̡̢̨̞̮͇̥͔̼̟͓̳̫̦̮̮̦͙̟̤̤͚͚̩̫̹̬̠͇̺̞̟̠̳͙̯͎̲͉̙͍̻̂͒́̿͒́̑͛͆̓̊͌͋́́͛͗̀̀̀̓̆̌̈̄̆͌͐͌̚͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅŞ̶̡̧̧̹͇̞̮̼͇̪̣͕̪̗͇̤͕̞̖͉̯̣͓̜̤̙̟̲̻̳̠̱̖̬͖̳̻̮͓͇̩̤̀͗̆S̷͉̭͎͔͔̩̲̆̒̎͐͊̇̌́̆̒̓̇̏͗̀͐̿̍̇̆͂̒́͛́͊̓̄̅̀͑̿́̕͘̕͠͠͠͝C̶̤̼̺̱̍͋̀̓̇̂̅̍̑̇̎̕͘͠͠S̶̢̧̝̖͓̰̣̘̥̤̣̞͉̥̯͙̼̭̠̪̜̳͚̰̱͔̮͙̠̤͉̫̭̟̾͒̑̉̌̿̓̃͜͜͝ͅC̵̨̧̭͉͈̹̗̙̬͔̲̠̲͉͉͙̙̦̣͑͊̇̇̋͌̐̏̔̍̚͠Ŗ̷̡̹̥̲͖̩̳̠͕̘̞͚̭̗͓̼̖͔̻̬͚͓̭̱͕̰̹̞͖̳̝̰̼̯̩̥̖͙̓͛͛̈́̽͂͌͐̈̎͑̋̐̅͗͆̽̀̏̽́̐̀͗̋̈̊͒́̌̇̾̍̏͆͂̅̄̍͂͆͋̚̕͜͠͝͠ͅR̵̢͎̝͓̙͎͓̩͚͓̺̊̍̀A̵̡̢̛͙͍̘͉͚̫͚̪̫͇͔̯͔̤̮̼̮̔͊̐͂̔̓̐̅̇̓̿͛͜͝ͅͅẢ̸̧̢̛͓͚̠̻̼͙̙̻̱̺͈̠̣̰̣̻̍̂̇̈̋̌͌̈́̒͑̍̂̎͂̾̈́̈́̃̀̊̎́̎̑̿̀̏͑̾͋̈́̐̀̔̒̾̎̚̚͠͝͝ ̶̨͓̞̪̜̙̣̠̹̫͈̱͚͔̩̭͔͙̦͎̱͂Å̵̧̡̡̡̢̛̙͚̠̺͈̳̮̝̙͕̱̣̯͚̳̯͙̪͇̻̭͍̩̤̼̦̫̜̼͔̙̻͙̫̖̻͇̮͍̮͛̾͑̿̎͒̈̃͗̄̋͑͗̃͂̆̇̈́́̾̏̚͘̕̕͜͜͠͝ ̴̢̡̡̢͖̮̺̳̹̱͔̖̠̺̭͎̟͔̗̻͚̖͇̩̹̘͍͇̹͕̠̱̫͔͍͕͍̩̓̂͗̾́̽͌̎͛̿̂̿͛̏̇͛̇̆́̎̎͋́͋̀̀̉͛͂̾̈́͘͜͜͝A̴̯͚̮̹̬̹̳̠͌̊̐̅̀̊͒̈́͌͂̆ ̴̡̨̛̛̻̪̰̮͍̠̜̭̞̘̝̬͚̪̯͆̉̈̓́̀̅̿͌̈́̌̄̑̈́̔͆͌͊̒̈́̈̅̀̔̌̓͆̀̒̍̈́̆̒̊̅̅̔̚̚̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝Ą̷̢̛̮̩̼͎͔̯̤͎͔̬̱̫̗͍̞̟̈́̈́̍̌̔̓͆̓̇̍̓̄́̾̉̾̈́͗̆̋͘͝͠ ̶̢̨̧̨̨̤̲͇̤̜͇̖̼̬̻̻̫̼̰̪͉͎͓̗̼͚͙̬͈̌̋̔̓̊͒̏̔̈́̾͗̈́̋̈́̋̔́̾̑̿͗̈́̍͗̃̚͜͜͜͝͠ͅͅĄ̴̩̼̬̠͍̦̔̅̊ ̵̢̧̢̡̛̻̙̻͈̥̯̗͓̹̪̥̹̱̘̥͍̗̬̰̦̩̳̥̯̣̭̥́͛͌̓̈̑̔̾̇̌̽̌̈͂̈́̄̒́̀̇̑̌̐̅͑́͛͂́̌͌́́̄͌̅̌̔͋̈́͐͗̈͘̚͘̚͝͠ͅA̵̧̡̢̧̹̦̞̼̥͓̻̻̺̩̬͔̼͉̣͍̻͙̝͍̟̥̟̭̱͍̪͍͖͈̳̹͑̈́͊̍̑̆̓̀̆̅̌̌̾͛̊̍̋̊̆̀̀̽̽̈́̑̾́̅̆̌̿̋̋̎̕̚͝͝ͅ ̷̛͓̭̣̭̑̊̀̂́̈́̄̒̽́͛̈̒̓͑́̓͋̓̾̆̇̔̄̽̑̃̈́̑̿̆͂̔́̐͊̊̈̉́̽̇̉̽̆̚̕̚͝A̵̢͕͔͈͔͖͎̼͇̯̰̠̞͙͉͍̮̬̙̹̦͎̱̘̣̙̓̓̈́̆̊̔̈́͌͒̀̂̽̽̊͛̈́͋̐͌̒̇̇̉̌̓̌̎̑͛͆̽͘͝͝͠ͅͅ ̸̧̧͈͉̈́̅̈́̒̊̀̐͐͗͌͂̋̀̊̀̂͋͛̈̀̀̿̃̒̂̅̓̀̔̎̀̓̌́̌̐̿́͛̑͊͂̐̒̍̊͐͂͘ͅÁ̸̡̡̨̛̛̗͈͇̰͇̖͎̰̙̣͓̼̗͇̭̖͚̘̪͖̬̝̟̖̺̺̙̮͚̠͖̻̺͒̊͐͛́̔͌͝ͅ.̴̢̨͓͍͓̭̥̞͇̰̪̱̥̗͍͙͓̮͖̥̰̱̲̗̟͕̠̱͚̯̩̫̩̖͎͖̩͈̺̘̘̼̞̂́̎̉̿̓̾̄̽̔̒̏̀̓̌̏̉̎͌̒̑̎̏͌̅̀̅̕͝͝͠ͅ ̶̰͕͖̜̯̬̰̤̞̀̄͑͑̐̐̌́͐̏͊̐̚͘͝ͅA̴̧̧̢̯̤̰̲͉͚̟̝͉͔̝̥̜͍͔̺̖͇̝̬̩̬̮̪̤͖̝̹̳̲̞͙͓͐ ̶̢̧̛͖̯̤̓̉̐̏͂̄̐͐̋̉͛̃̈́̓̓̈̉̚͘͘͘͝Ą̵̡̡̜͇͈̫̹̟͕͈̱͍̩̳̺̻͓̪̣̥̺͗̈̐̉̀̓̀̀̾̓̈͗͝ ̴̧̣̯̻̦̮̘̥͇̜͉̌ͅĄ̵̢̧̢̡̳̜͚̗̙̼͍̫͉͖͇̤̥̪̱͈͎̺̰̺͈̪͎͎̭͈͉̙̪͈̜̫̠͎͍̬̥̺̦̳͕̺̉̍̔̈̊͛͑̂̕͜͜ͅ ̴̛̟͉̬̭̠̻͚̳͙͛́͛̈́̆͑̂̐͒͌̋̆̀̅̎͐̍͋͆͠͝Ą̷̡̡̟̩̯̤̭̠̗͉͎̙͉̰̮̯̳̤͉͉̦͔̖̝̫̝̤͌̍̈̅͗̿̅͒̑̀̒̑͊̿̾̓̓̆̍́̚̕̚ͅ ̶̢̡̧̨̙̱͍̦̰̞͖̹͍̲̗̖̭̬̥͖̯͓̖̮̫̥͚͕̜̠̀͆̀̈́̓̇̂̒̈́͋̐̎̈́͊̓̇͘͘͠͠͠͝͠ͅͅA̴̡̛̩̤̪̠͍̩̰̲̲̮̯͚͈̭̩̫̱̪̰͇̦͙̠͍̩̱̎̊̔̃͋̔ͅ ̵̧̙̦̤̪̺͈̱͔̻̈́̈́̐͋̋̕͝Ă̷̼͗͋̀̃̊̋̏́̊́́͊̅̽̄͂̀̏̔̑̈́͆͑̽̅̇̈̂͐̽̿̾̿̈͛̆̓̈̈̆͘͝͝͝͝ ̶̡̧̲̺͔̯̦̝̗̲̹̌̾͗̓̉̏̏̀͗̋̇͌̀́̑͒̇̊̂̾̽̑̅͌͂̉̏̿̔̊̈́̊͊͒̽̈̚̕̚͝͝͝͝͠͠
BANG.
[BLOCKED!]
Huh?
Throughout all the glitches
The blood red sky, the smell of rot, the corpse right before them, the silenced people and everything else-
Someone
Somehow
Attacked back at the thing
Standing right before their body, suddenly laying down right on top of them, keeping them Down and in the shadows
And
Whispering
“Do not. Move.”
They wouldn't dare.
The sounds in the air were disgusting, undescribable in their screams and broken music and broken sounds but
Something
Changed
The figure that chases them had stopped
Moving. And now was-
Crrrriiiick.
Ccrrrrack.
Crack.
……
The figure.
Had turned smaller. Much smaller than before. Whike the sky turned into a more feasible red and blue mix.
That didn't stop the buildings from looking saturated and broken but
The music stopped as well.
They could see the people again and-
Is the fucking Kingdom thief currently protecting them from that WEIRD CARROT UUH-
You
You know what not the time they are not dead that's what's important.
Quietly, the Cherry breathed harshly in and out, laying flat on the ground and trying to catch a proper glimpse on the thing that had chases them.
Even when they were now clinging to the Carrot's scarf and coat, not daring to move away from the person that prevented them from being ripped to shreds.
Only faintly could they see how pissed off yet terrified Karoto looked.
Perhaps, that's reasonable.
….
Okay, just one look,
One look for safety while everyone else was looking at the thing too
Slowly
They stared at the figure that has considerably squashed down and is still actively bleeding.
And said figure was a carrot with the most distorted face they have ever seen in their life like holy fuck what the hell is wrong with them.
It was
A carrot. With windswept hair. A blue jacket with white fluff. Some weird black lines and….
Generally.
A bloody carrot who has vomit trails down its outfit.
Ew.
And even though it had just chased them down
It was just standing there, staring right at Karoto with broken eyes and a shaky posture, it's broken breathing being able to be heard.
The timer above it
Was going down way too fast now, not counting every second and decreasing second by second-
[1:12]
[1:06]
[0:56]
The cherry didn't know the intent of the faster countdown and didn't know why the carrot of all things made it stop attacking-
Or how the carrot even attacked, DIDN'T THEY GET THE PERMISSION TAKEN???
FUCKING LUCKY
But they didn't make the effort to stand up and investigate. Not with the carrot holding them down with a death grip.
Not with the thing still staring at them, with everyone watching in horror, fascination, fear-
As the timer
Ticked down
Both the Carrot's looks seem to almost copy one another, no matter how broken or different they seemed.
Karoto was starting to grow panicked and confused.
While the other one was….
They. Honestly didn't know how to describe it.
But they couldn't help but get a hint of melancholy from the situation, no matter who started it or how it went.
And just as it opened its mou-
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It screamed as it ripped apart compulsed expanded choked on its own lungs and organs and GREW AND BLOATED SCREAMING ITS LUNGS PUT AND
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The sky was blue.
The sky was blue, the clouds had returned, the moon was gone and the sun was shining in the sky, bringing its rays down to earth.
The houses looked absolutely fine, the fountain splashing against the heat of the warmth the sun gave the porcelain.
It was a rather calm day, so to say.
And everyone could not even utter a singular word for a while as there was no trace that anything she even happened.
And
The Cherry had just began to notice
That the book was still gripped in their arms, just between the elbow.
They
They didn't know
“You- YOU PIECE OF SHIT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU-??!?”
Okay, so maybe they needed a second to clock in that that comment was referring to theaaARGGH-
“Do you have ANY idea what you just risked-?! DO YOU EVEN HAVE A CLUE-”
The Mage’s words screaming and yelling nearly blurred out as they were grabbed by their bandana, now all dirtied and full of dust.
They were getting shaken aggressively as the heroes seemed to be…doing something-
Perhaps checking the civilians??
They didn't even know-
What they did know was the fact that the book was straight ripped from their hands, quietly put back where it apparently belonged.
To the Dark Mage that apparently had a book that could summon a rotten being.
And then, the Mage kept yelling.
Yelling while they were practically processing what they had seen.
A creature going above all else, looking like a decaying corpse.
Running matching the speed of a Lycans.
The way it
Didn't even need a mere quarter of the timer before it caught up to them.
Did it kill other people?
Did it
Even realise it was killing them?
…….
The Cherry didn't find out that day or many more after that.
In fact, they strangely got let go just a bit after this, just being told to not do it again.
They did go shaken up to their home again.
…..
They read about this, which is honestly why they started this.
People are dying due to this book.
Or specifically, seeming to die because they cannot read the sentences correctly. The language specifically.
Then why can the Mage do so?
Why does the carrot not attack the Kingdom thief of all people and giving him special privileges?
….
They wrote it down on their note wall.
….
Maybe someday, they will find out why all this is happening.
Or why all this even is.
But maybe
It's simply not meant to be figured out.