#I sure love giving the orbs identity crises

[zombiecicada]

That was… not how they wanted their first mission to go.

They could already hear Enmity taunting them for being unsuccessful at such a simple task. There was nothing more simple than finding and killing the saviour of the universe. They had nobody to blame but themself and their morals.

No amount of debriefing or training prepared them for some wimpy runt blowing up like a hydrogen bomb.

If it was not for the horrifying amount of embarrassment flooding through its body that far rivalled any pain they felt, they might’ve considered telling Doctor Cruce they needed a raise when they got back.

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Were they….even getting paid at all?

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Better yet, where were they?

It finally pried its eyes open. Pain in their eyes wasn’t anything abnormal. They supposed, cynically, that they could add ‘pain from being blown up’ to their roster of different experienced painful sensations.

The pain was quickly forgotten as its surroundings came into place, a void��� but this one was different. It wasn’t white. It was a mix of blues and dark purples, massive glowing shards of some glassy material floating around with them.

And then the equally as massive eyes blindly fixated upon them.

Rem bit back a sharp gasp, spinning helplessly in the spot as gravity seemed to be nonexistent. The massive beast merely listened to the faint sounds of the small sefortian struggle, the massive rune dotted tendrils making up almost a mane around the head of the beast slowly weaving like black waves.

Perhaps it was the realization that struggle was futile, or the final onset of recognition. It stopped struggling.

“You’re a riftwrath. A demonbeast.” They uttered out. “I thought- all of your kind were bested in the war.”

Maybe this was an ally..?

Rem was suddenly overcome with the weirdest, most awful sensation they had ever felt in their entire life, every finger going stiff, their wings clenching, their tail going rigged.

Their mouth moving all on its own, like their body being puppeteered, as their own voice spoke back to them.

“Is that what Nightmare said? That my kind was ‘bested’, as if we were not some spite at life, machines built to participate in a war not our own? We were bested, not slaughtered as we fought a doomed battle against the brightest celestial?”

The force let go of Rem’s limbs, they shook and gasped and tried not to heave, clutching their chest as they realized autonomy had been returned to the body that seconds ago had been controlled and used to speak, all while their mind was helplessly aware.

“…….. what.” Rem choked out, a scream of protest being silenced as the force once again grabbed it.

“Nightmare left me to rot for failing to be a useful pawn in his game. You are simply his next pawn in this war. When your duty complete, succeed or fail, this board will be wiped and his pawns replaced, you need escape while there is still a chance to do so.”

Rem gasped a little less when they were let go this time, eyes stinging fiercely as orange tinted tears bubbled up around the corners of its eyes.

“Nngn.. hhhnn…” Rem panted, they needed to get out of here. Their paws clenched, electricity running throughout their feathers. Their tail twisted attempting to right themself, if this was even right side up.

“Let me out of here,” it demanded, the demonbeast looming over them like a black mountain didn’t grab them again, and Rem swallowed back saliva and bared their teeth. “Let. Me. OUT.”

They shot a bolt of electricity at the monster, the monster shook his head a bit as if he was shaking off stubborn water droplets, before flicking Rem like it was nothing more than a pesky bug.

Their eyes slammed shut just before the limb hit them, and like waking from a dream where you fell to your death, just before the impact they were awake again, stumbling upwards. Their wings and tail slammed by the return of gravity, their chest aching from the sharp inhales.

Back in the void. The first one. The weird white one. Completely alone.

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Maybe they’d lay down for just a minute. Not to think about the horrifying words that they- he-

No. It … just needed to rest for a minute and then get back to work. Shut up, do their job, and as long as they did that, everything would be fine.