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temiizpalace · 4 months ago

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☆┊DRESS TO IMPRESS!

SUMMARY: playing dress to impress with him!

CHARACTERS: all dorms + others

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i feel so bad for having people with requests wait so long but im losing ideas and idk what to write 😭😭😭 please bear with me event requesters,,,,, ik i suck at this

reader gender is not mentioned, reader not specified to be yuu

VERY COMPETITIVE

if he catches you trolling it’s on sight. he takes this game very seriously, and refuses to get anything lower than 3rd. when you play together and ask to duo, he carries. you’ll see him with the most impressive and beautiful outfit you’ve ever seen and watch him lose his mind when he gets 5th. he spams poses, like in full concentration mode. also a very harsh critic. if he sees you off theme it’s an immediate 1 star, no exceptions. anytime he critiques your outfit you feel like an office worker with an overly harsh boss that demands better. he also probably has VIP. and beef with 10 year olds. (so think of when caseoh plays, but less yelling)

riddle, azul, jamil, vil, rollo

PLAYED IT AS A JOKE : IS NOW HOOKED

at first he thought it was just a dumb and silly dress up game for girls.. boy was he wrong. when he first played with you, he was expecting to hate this game to its core. he was a troller at first, purposefully making dumb outfits that don’t even match, barely adding anything to his outfit at all. suddenly, something in his mind flipped, and now he’s addicted. you’ll catch him sometimes playing his free time, teasing someone like him for playing a dress up game. not that you have room to talk. duos are fun, he likes being partners with you. he’s probably the kind of guy to vote everyone one star and then vote you five, but he expects five stars in return.

deuce, ruggie, epel, idia, skully j. graves

LOVES THE GAME

he’s played this before, he loves it! dressing up in cute outfits and watching other people dress up in cute outfits? why wouldn’t he play? and to play with you? that’s even better! wouldn’t be as competitive as the first category, but does take the game seriously. he doesn’t despise trolls, actually laughs at them sometimes. he does find it unfair they make the podium sometimes, but it’s really just a game. he loves duoing with you and wearing matching outfits, absolutely adorable! he either votes pretty fairly or votes everyone five stars depending on who they are. please play more with him, he loves this game!

cater, kalim, rook, ortho, lilia, neige

NOT THAT INTERESTED

what’s the appeal to it? it’s just playing dress up, nothing special. he’ll play once in awhile with you, but don’t expect it to be a regular thing. it’s just not his cup of tea. obviously since he doesn’t play often, his outfits are subpar. nothing podium worthy. votes pretty fairly, giving criticism and critique on other people’s outfits (though his aren’t that much better). he doesn’t mind being a duo with you, but you definitely carry. personally he thinks trollers are ruining the game and making it annoying for those who play religiously. overall, just a dress up game. would play but only if you play too.

trey, leona, jack, sebek, silver

THE TROLLER

is that one guy who has nothing on their character and walks onto the stage with no hair or makeup. skin tone is still at the default, colors on the clothes are unchanged, and it’s all on purpose too! would dress up in dumb outfits for a completely different theme and loves watching people argue about it in the chat. votes everybody one star because they’re just silly like that! absolutely cackles if he gets on the podium and loves watching the server get into fights about it. you don’t duo with him, you know better. loved playing with you, but it doesn’t seem the feeling is mutual.

ace, jade, floyd, che’nya

HOW TO POWER HANDHELD DEVICE

teach him how to use a phone first. doesn’t know how to log in to his account. when he joins the game, poor baby kept running into walls trying to put on shoes. outfits are usually incomplete or unchanged because he doesn’t know how to take off accessories or how to put them on. votes fair enough, but doesn’t ever make the podium. if you ask to duo, you’ll have to teach him cause he also doesn’t know about that either. basically just a big man baby who needs help using technology for the first time.

malleus

A/N: obsessed with this game lately (idia would know all the lana lore)

date published: 10/10/24

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viaviavie · 2 months ago

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SEEKING DREAMLIGHT | INTERLUDE 1

in which you return to twisted wonderland. welcome back home to the ramshackle dorm, or at least, what became of it in your absence. it certainly welcomes you back. the ghosts have never forgotten that young student that took so much care of this place. its current inhabitants swear you are one of those ghosts, and you are in a way. do not fret alice, wonderland has not truly forgotten you.

SUMMARY: based on disney’s dreamlight valley. years after the ramshackle prefect had left twisted wonderland, former students suddenly find themselves back in night raven college with missing memories and dreams of a magicless student they were supposed to know. an older prefect finally makes a return to a shell of the fantasy you once lived, falling in love once more with what was forgotten.

FEATURING: skully j. graves, ace trappola, deuce spade

NOTES: there actually wasn't going to be an interlude, but if i added heartlsabyul onto here, the pacing doesn't taste well.

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The very moment your feet takes a step outside the Room of Mirrors, this twisted world threatens to steal your breath for good. Heavy as Grim was, nothing could ever compared to how low your heart sank as you see nothing but thorns upon thorns. Much to your relief, it was nothing like shadows that a certain horned housewarden casted over the island. This was something different.

There was no overlooking sense of death this time. Rather, there is only melancholy and emptiness, akin to the exploration of a lost ruin. Vines had overgrown past the concrete and construction, almost swallowing every building hole in its wake. As you walk past the stone pathway, you could only hold your breath as you glance at the Great Seven.

Once polished and prim, now obscured with moss and rust.

Still, you carry on as the direbeast purrs against your neck. It almost astounds you how calm Grim has become. Memories of that hotheaded cat-like beast still runs fresh through your mind, and this is that very same beast on your shoulders. You wonder if he carries the same longing and sadness as you. Grim is a bigger now, more beast-like than feline if anything. Even so, he controls the fire burning from his ears, warming you lovingly as he had so long ago.

And you stare at what remains of the Ramshackle Dorm, seemingly unchanged compared to the rest of this world.

"You actually remember the way home, Henchman." Grim murmured, slitted eyes fixated on the old wooden door. It surprises you to see it untouched by any thorns. The building just looks the same as it did in your faint memories, from its pathway to the creaky window of the bedroom you once lived in.

Welcome home, voices whisper and you don't miss the slight luminescent figures hiding in the chandelier.

You don't expect the door to open itself without resistance, and you don't question it. With furrowed brows, you press your cheek against the grey fur. "Dumb and Dumber, are they here?" You whisper, quietly shutting the entrance behind you. It is dark, save for the sunlight that had filtered its way in through dusty windows.

This wasn't right, you think to yourself as your hand brushes against a dusty side table. The old run-down Ramshackle Dorm, truly befitting of the name. Except, the last time you saw it, it appeared so brand new and taken care of.

You put an end to the thought, feeling a slight pang from your temples the more you forced yourself to remember.

Grim huffed, finally jumping off your shoulder and landing onto a nearby platform. "Somewhere. They're always here somewhere." You narrow your eyes as you follow the direbeast up the rickety stairway. Dumb and Dumber, who could they possibly be? You don't register the way your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, struggling to recall a memory. Once at the top of the stairs, your hand tightly grips the railing as you force yourself forward.

Grim pauses, turning around to look at you with worry. "Henchman? What's wrong?"

You don't remember a thing at all. Something was horribly wrong. You know what those two people meant to you, and yet, you cannot remember it at all. Your nails are unknowingly scraping at the wooden structure, and you crane over as fog begins to overtake your senses.

"Prefect, why?!"

A cry is torn from your throat as you felt a heavy weight knock you onto the floor. Grim scampers onto your torso, baring his teeth towards a shadow creeping up the stairs. "Henchman, get back!" He screeches, and you do not take a moment to rest when you clambered onto the balcony railing. Your eyes are trained onto the stairway as a inky blotted shadow slowly approaches.

Blue flames breath out of Grim's jaws as he growls at the abomination, and you could only stare in awe at the large flames he can spit out. You recall how small those fire orbs were in the past, but now, they can even compare to a true mage's spell.

Alas, the blot does not respond even as it takes damage. It continues to crawl, ignoring the direbeast and only moving closer and closer to you. A hand-like figure is outstretched towards you, and you swear that you can hear it screaming your name.

That was all that took to make you run. Grim is hot on your trail as you make a sprint down the hallway. It is all slowly coming back to you, these halls that you once lived in. The shadow continues to wail, but it lacks the speed to truly catch you. Floors whine and creak with each step you take, and it ceases when you reach a dead end.

All that is left to you is a rusted book resting on a table top and a vase. None of these rooms will not help you, only delay the inevitable. Grim lowers himself onto the floor, ready to pounce onto that blotted monster that had now resorted to pulling itself on the carpet.

"PREFECT."

You choke back a scream of your own as your hand impulsively latched onto the book, throwing it onto the blot to no avail. The book only phases through the monster, and your back is now pressed against the corner. Grim yells at you, but you cannot register his words anymore. Instead, your breath is held in your chest as you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to wake up from this horrid nightmare.

—but the light that glimmered behind the shadow forces your eyes open, followed by a long gloved hand smiting through the monster. It wails, melting into an unrecognizable shape until it is cut in half once more. Your knees buckle as Grim shields you, nails buried onto the rough fabric of the carpet as the blotted monster is reduced to nothing.

In its place was a man with long legs, donned in a suit that never seems to meet its end. Perhaps if he stood at full length, the tuft of his hair could barely brush against the ceiling. His head was cast down, but you don't miss that grin that seems to be missing a tooth. He breaths out a dry laugh, brushing away the inky that seems to have splattered on his dark gloved hands.

He frightens you, and he knew it.

"Oh my! Did I scare you?" The stranger smiles, eyes obscured by the round shades that he wore. Your breath is stolen away as he takes a step forward, and Grim growls so quietly that you swear he is more lion than cat. The direbeast does not deter the long-legged man who had stretched out his hand for you to take.

Maybe it was the haze of exhaustion that suddenly took over you, or your poor judgement, but you find yourself lacing your digits onto his own, dragging your body up. The stranger grins, looking down on you as he bows slightly, pressing your knuckles against his cold chapped lips.

"Who are you?"

And the man's grin falters for a moment, only to be replaced by a content smile. He scares you, but you do not fear him.

"Skully J. Graves," He purrs, pressing his cheek against the warmth of your hand. "How I missed you, my dear."

Skully follows you like your own shadow, except he makes your true shadow appear taller than it should. You do not question his sudden attachment, nor do you address the slight discomfort you feel when he hovers over you as a lamp would while you read.

Grim is suspicious, and he had every right to be when the fellow claims to have met you in a distant past. It doesn't raise a flag for you, however, considering that you can't even recall the faces of those you promised to remember. Skully was the one who saved your life as well, and he didn't seem to have any ill intent at all.

You halt your steps as your eyes are trained onto a familiar door. You remember now as the flickers of a smaller direbeast rampaging through that door replays itself in your mind.

You do not recall ice encasing the doorknob which had been obscured with thorns. Barely brushing your fingertips over the cold substance, you hiss at the sensation.

"Can you melt the ice, Grim?" You ask, only to be replied with an upset whine. "No can do, Henchman. This doesn't look like ordinary ice." Grim's tail curls itself around your leg, tilting his nose up at the frozen doorknob. It drips, trailing from crystalline ice down into an inky puddle. "It's melting ink!" The direbeast hissed, and you shift slightly as the taller man crouched down.

Skully hummed, eyeing the obstacle with piqued curiosity. "How peculiar. The ice is infused with some sort of magic." He muttered, tilting his glasses down so his amber eyes lock onto your worried gaze. He takes a gloved hand to dip at the puddle of blot, much like a child would. "I suppose you will need someone who specializes in fire spells."

You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. You can't imagine that Grim could melt it, and if Skully knew how to, he would have certainly done it by now. "We can come back to this later. I'm sure we can figure this out, somehow." You tell them, crossing your arms. A hand trails over your chin, and you knit your eyebrows in frustration. "But who did this?" The possibility of another person in this world is not lost to you, but the motive is clouded with mystery.

The tall man shrugged, a smile dancing across his dry lips. "I'd imagine someone didn't want that door opened." Your body does not stiffen as he dances his finger tips onto your shoulder, leaning closely into your ear like a tempting devil. "It leaves plenty to the imagination, don't you think?" Your nose crinkles, and Skully chuckles at your plight.

"What could the perpetrator possibly be hiding? A love letter? A dangerous weapon? A body?" Lips twisting into a frown, you whip your head to the side. "Skully!" You whine, all too uncomfortable with the idea of a corpse being on the other side of the door. The skeleton-like man grins, hands in the air as if he were innocent of a crime. "So many possibilities!"

You never even noticed that Grim had long departed from your side, not until you hear footsteps from the first floor.

Grim's voice is echoing and bouncing off the walls. "I'm telling you, the Prefect is here!" He cried out. "Quit your yapping! I heard you the first time!" Your eyes widened, ears registering that familiar voice. You can't even realize that your lips had suddenly curled up into a strained smile, flooded by a hazy memory of mischief. "Grim..." Blue. That voice is blue, and it sounds like clumsy yet gentle hands.

Your legs carry you to the stairway, and

"—tried using every key I could find. Even tried to pick the lock, but it wouldn't budge." Grim yowls in frustration, followed by another man's sigh. "We can try again later."

"Are you not listening to me?!"

You barely catch a glimpse of red hair, and there are two men at the bottom of the stairs. Seeing the standard Night Raven College Uniform seems so uncanny on them, not when their faces had long outgrown their youth. You know them now, and your heart finally stills.

The redhead runs a frustrated hand through his hair, turning around as the direbeast cries for attention. "Grim, look. We'll check the Prefect thing out after a nap, so calm do—" Finally, he sees you at the top of the stairs, along with your wide-eyed expression that had long wormed its way into his heart so long ago.

He looks upon you as if you came from a distant dream.

"Ace," It is your uncertain voice that catches his companion's attention. Quickly now, the dark haired man looks upwards and gasps. That dumbfounded look of his only served to coax a nervous yet warm laugh from you. "Deuce." You whisper, a hand creeping up to your mouth to conceal the way you threaten to cry on the spot.

You remember now—

"Prefect." Ace breathes out, unwilling to believe it is a ghost that called out his name.

"Prefect!" Deuce cried, relief evident in his voice as he rushes up the stairs with reckless steps.

—and so do they.

Unbeknownst to you, the key glows softly within your pocket.

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ace-inthehole · 8 months ago

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Been thinkin about puppy!Graves but not even in a sexual way.

Puppy Graves who used to be a rabid mutt, lashing out at others, not knowing the touch of a kind hand

Puppy Graves who eventually becomes Shepard's lap dog, a blood hound at his beck and call

Puppy Graves who is used to only ever following orders because that's his sole purpose as a dog right?

Puppy Graves who is terrified at first, when you're gentle and kind with him

Puppy Graves who is confused as to why you don't lash out at him, don't hurt him, don't command him to do anything

Puppy Graves who slowly gets used to your affection, learns to value himself as more than just a lap dog

Puppy Graves who is your sweet little pup, brightens up when he sees you and envelopes you in the tightest hug

Puppy Graves who will bark at others but pant happily at your feet

Puppy Graves who happily pushes his head into your hand for head rubs

Puppy Graves who feels loved for the very first time with you

First proper post??? Expect plenty of military inaccuracies from now on, I'm just here for the men.

#cod x male reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #male reader #x male reader #phillip graves #graves x reader #phillip graves x reader #cod x reader #Idk how to write so forgive me #occasional ace musings #graves cod

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devatine · 3 months ago

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who will sings "I wanna be yours"?

(1). "I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust"

(2). "I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust"

(3). "If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot"

(4). "You call the shots, babe I just wanna be yours"

(5). "Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours"

(6). "Let me be your leccy meter And I'll never run out"

(7). "Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without"

(8). "I wanna be your setting lotion Hold your hair in deep devotion At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean Now I wanna be yours"

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just say their name and number pretty simple

with the most votes wins and i make fanarts of them

if we had enough votes and numbers needed to be filled (still continue btw)

(edit: i change a bit hope im not confusing you guys)

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liamthemailman · 16 days ago

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being so normalll about ace under different handlers bosses lmao like how do you treat a retired fighting dog

Price x Ace

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i hc price to be a sort of the dad(dy lol) to the 141 and it reflects with Ace too i think,,

i still think Price would be a fair boss, treating Ace how he deserves to be treated with the recognition (that he didnt get with King or Queen) of his skills and his accomplishments on the field. Ace is a little unstable (arent they all) but Price gives credit when it's due. It helps build Ace up, sees his worth and lets him grow as a soldier.

Price managed to nab Ace when he was still a lieutenant, still in the force albeit hanging by a thread. Just another stray in the 141 pack and the guy fits right in. Ace belongs by Price's side.

However, it's a tad bit different with other dog owners leaders

Graves x Ace

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For Graves, i too hc him as a dad(dy) for the Shadow Company and the dynamic is similar when it comes to Ace,,

While i think that Graves is a good boss, he still knows manipulate to get what he wants (as all businessmen do). Given Ace's past (again King and Queen), Graves is generous with praise but also with constructive criticism. Graves makes Ace see his self-worth but not too much. Almost like an investment.

This is mostly easy for Graves since he recruited Ace when he freshly retired, at his lowest but had a flame of rebellion and frustration still alive in him. Graves lets Ace believe he belongs by his side.

So that's the difference between fostering and adopting your K-9 Ace

Makarov x Ace

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Makarov is a whole different story. This man is not supposed to have dogs. Who let this man in. No one did, he let himself in and took Ace.

i firmly believe Makarov practices conditioning in it's extreme. To destroy something and build it up, like he'll do with Ace. He's enamored with Ace's past (both TF Cards and as Mad Dog) and aims to bring it out. Makarov convinces Ace that his skills were wasted and only with him can he be strong. Be Mad Dog.

Like Graves, Makarov took in (an unwilling) Ace post retirement. It was easy to condition Ace, seeing as Makarov was the one to "rescue" him in his lonesomeness and give him a purpose. Ace, now Mad Dog, owes it to Makarov to be by his side.

And that concludes the guide to owning your own dog Ace.

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zinfindoll · 3 months ago

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Gehenna | fem!reader x twst | 00.

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Rating: T CW: Injuries, gore, mentioned death

AN: i wanted to write smth spooky for halloween so i have a reader from the evil dead world being sent over to twisted wonderland. this takes place directly at the end of evil dead 2, when ash gets sent to 1300 A.D.! you do not need to watch or consume evil dead media to hopefully enjoy this piece <3 I do not update often on here but feel free to follow my AO3 or Quotev for more constant updates! <3 there are currently more chapters uploaded to AO3 and Q right now.

It was funny how everything could change in the span of two days. In just two days, you had watched your sister and her friends die. In just two days you had gone from the happy-go-lucky 16 year old to a war-hardened vet. You had seen everybody around you get brutally murdered, had seen your older brother get possessed and try to kill you, had fought against forces best left unseen.

And now, you were dying.

Everything hurt. Your body felt like it was on fire, and you felt cold. As you lied on the ground next to the lifeless body of Annie, you struggled to prop yourself up on your one good arm. Each movement brought fresh waves of pain that had you whimpering.

You had come so far. So fucking far. And for what? To bleed out just when the demon had been defeated? What a joke.

Your brother crawled over to where you and Annie laid, and you could see tears drip from his eyes as he helped you to sit up. "We did it," he gasped. Blood dripped from his head from one of the many wounds he had gotten in his own fight against the Kandarian demon. "No, no, c'mon kid, stay with me!"

Ash was rapidly smacking your cheek, the sensation stinging.�� You didn't realize your eyes had been closing, and you groggily opened them back up, staring up at his panic-stricken face.

"M... Really tired." Your words were slurred, and he began to shake you. In any other instance you would have scolded him for being so rough. If somebody was bleeding out, you didn't try to give them shaken baby syndrome!

"God damn it, stay awake!"

"Why... are you always so loud?" you rasped. Before he could respond, though, the cabin door flung open, revealing what could only be described as a worm hole of sorts. It sucked everything in indiscriminately, and you watched with faint amusement as you could see Ash's car be pulled in from outside. That was rough.

"Agh!"

Ash cried out, holding you close with his one good arm. You appreciated him not bringing his chainsaw hand near you, although perhaps that would be the final step to put you out of your misery.

"How do you stop this?!" Ash exclaimed as the two of you began to be pulled across the floor. You grimaced at the feel of being pulled by such a strong force.

"Don't worry 'bout me," you muttered. "Just go."

Ash held onto you tighter. "No! First Cheryl... I'm not losing you, either!"

It was easier said than done, though. Neither you nor Ashley were strong enough to resist the pull of the vortex, and with no solid grip, you were the first to be pulled in. You offered no resistance, weakly clutching onto the Kandarian dagger that you had managed to pry from Annie's back.

He cried out your name as you felt yourself lift up off the ground; and the last thing you saw was his distraught face before the world around you turned black.

You were dead. This, you were certain. After all, not only were you standing in complete darkness, but you were completely uninjured. You didn't feel any pain, and both of your arms were in perfect working condition. You even flexed your left fingers experimentally, relieved to see everything was in order.

Everything that had happened was fresh in your mind, which was why you knew, without a doubt...

You were dead.

So where were you? Was this limbo? Was this truly the afterlife? Desolate and bleak? You had at least been hoping to see Cheryl again, but even she was gone.

You were completely alone.

Your knees buckled underneath you, the weight of everything that had happened weighing on you. You sank to the cold ground, and you let out a shuddering breath.

"You're not dead yet."

Your head snapped up, but you made no move to stand. In front of you stood... Well, something. You weren't sure if it was exactly a person. Their form seemed to shift and phase. It was humanoid in shape, but you couldn't really process any features, as if your mind was incapable of handling such a feat. At this point, you weren't surprised. The past few days had been literal hell for you.

"What does that mean?"

Slowly, you forced yourself to stand back up. Your legs trembled, but you stayed standing. The figure was only a little bit taller than you, and their voice was layered. When they spoke, it was as if many voices were speaking at once, an amalgamation of tones that created a dissonance in your mind.

"You fought well against the Kandarian demon and the Deadites, child."

"The.... huh?"

The entity sighed, although it seemed to be more in amusement than anything else. Its tone remained calm and patient, addressing your obvious confusion.

"The ones you once loved, possessed by demons from another plane... Those beings are, of course, the Deadites I refer to. It is rather unfortunate that you had to encounter them... But it is, whether you like it or not, the best."

"The best? Those things killed my sister, my friends — me." Your voice was choked up, cracking. But the being said you weren't dead yet. Was there hope for you?

"Indeed," the entity did not seem phased by your outburst. "You and your brother, Ashley Joanna Williams, were prophesized to be the ones to fight against the Kandarian demon, far before your ancestry could be traced back. Whether you like it or not, it is your duty to protect the Necronomicon from those who wish to wield it.

"You and Ashley Joanna Williams... Are set to save the world, one day."

You shook your head. Your throat felt dry. "No. No. We're just... a couple of idiots from Michigan. We've never done anything remarkable throughout our lives. You... Have to be mistaken. This was all a mistake. A simple case of the wrong place and wrong time." You shook your head again. There was no way... No way your fate was to do something so scary. It was a mistake. You refused to believe otherwise.

The entity was not perturbed by your adamancy, nor did it budge. "Whether you want to believe it or not, it is true. When you are much older, you will face off against Kandar the Destroyer." The entity paused in its wording, before continuing. "However... I do not believe it is time yet to thrust you into such a role. As Ashley Joanna Williams has been sent to find his own way and truth, so will you."

"Where is my brother?"

You took a hesitant step forward. If this meant Ash was still alive... You could at least rest a little bit easier.

"1300 A.D."

You nearly choked on your spit, slapping your hand over your mouth. "He's where?!" Your voice came out in a squeak.

"Fret not, child. I will not be sending you so far back in the past. His job is to save that era from darkness. You, too, will be sent somewhere where your presence is needed."

"I want to go back home—"

The entity waved its hand.

"And in time, you shall return to Elks Grove. But for now, you have your own part to play. Rest easy, child. Your story... Is just beginning."

The darkness began to lighten up, and you watched as the entity began to fade.

"Who are you?"

The entity spoke next, but it was pure static in your ears. Brightness engulfed you.

When you woke up, your body was in pain. You were surrounded by darkness once more, but you could tell this time it was because you were in an enclosed space.

Is this... a coffin?!

You felt like you were going to throw up. Sharp pains radiated throughout your torso, and you held your hand up to your abdomen only to find it sticky. You were still bleeding. Even worse, only your right hand had any movement, your left arm dangling uselessly at your side. It was for the best you couldn't see it right now; when possessed, Ash had driven his chainsaw through your forearm. It was a miracle it was still attached.

"Well, at least somebody had the decency to stay in their coffin before I could grab them!" The muffled voice was flamboyant in nature, and you winced as light began to crack through the lids. "Once I grab this last student, we can be on our way to the entrance ceremony to get you all sorted— hm?!"

As the lid was removed, you couldn't help but fall forward. You landed on the ground with a rough thud, and you were grateful you didn't break your nose in the process. The room was tinted blue, and you could have sworn you saw books floating around you in the peripheral of your vision.

"Sevens — what has happened to you?! There's so much blood....!"

The voice was panicked, and you were rolled over onto your back. You saw glimpses of two faces; one covered in a strange, black mask, and the other of a person with long black hair and worried silver eyes.

"Never in all of my tenure... No matter! We must get her to the infirmary posthaste!"

"What the..."

Before the words could finish leaving your lips, everything, once more, went black.

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