#i gave hungstla one of the backstories of my oc she doesnt have a name because i always forget it

[hqmillioncorn]

FFXIVWrite Day thirty: Amity

“My name is            .  I’m a little different from other people. I can pass through walls and talk with other people. I’m alive but at the same time I’m not? I think that makes me different. I have a little sibling! I take care of them and make sure they’re safe! I haven’t seen them in a long time but I still have to make sure they’re okay. I remember what they look like! So I will find them! If I just keep looking. I heard that they were a little sad before we last talked. I want to make sure they’re okay!  …My name is           .”

Tilika could still remember how excited Babycorn was when she had agreed to come with her on a trip to the library. Apparently Babycorn had put it together that because Tilika was so smart she must really like to read books a lot. It also helped that Tilika tended to read books while at home, sometimes even walking while reading at the same time. 

Babycorn would have to yell at her whenever she was about to crash into a wall or furniture. 

All that being said, when the day of the library visit finally came, Tilika was a little suspicious when Babycorn reminded her not to forget to take her sword and shield. 

Tilika found that a little strange but it wasn’t too terribly odd for Babycorn herself to be sidetracked on days where she went out by herself and asked to do things for other people. Most of those things she was asked to do involved having to fight so it made sense.

It was totally normal for Babycorn to bring her scythe and staff with her.

It was at the point when Tilika and Babycorn found themselves walking in Idyllshire that she began to have some bigger suspicions. Tilika had heard some things about this place, a city that the Sharlayans developed then subsequently decided to flee it altogether. 

Babycorn explained to her that a lot of other people had tried to salvage any treasures from there and eventually decided to move in since it was empty. “I see. Well it’s nice that people could find a home here!” Tilika looked around. Taking note of a drawing on a wall that had two people on there that looked very familiar.

Before she had the chance to think more about it, Babycorn led her by the hand towards the outside of the settlement.  “Let’s go! Let’s go!!”

At one point Babycorn had told Tilika they would be flying the rest of the way to the library. Tilika decided that this still made sense, maybe Babycorn had just gotten tired of walking and just wanted to take it easy for the rest of the trip. 

After grabbing onto a bunch of balloons and seeing the area below them it was pretty clear now why Babycorn had wanted to fly the rest of the way. There was an entire section of a bridge missing right behind where Babycorn had landed them. Along with a lot of stairs that led to the ground below them. That also explained a lot. 

“Ta-da!! The Great Gubal Library!!” Babycorn proudly spread her arms and gestured towards the building still a ways in front of them. 

“The Great Gubal Library?!” 

“Yeah!”

“The same one that the Sharlayan’s made?! The same one filled with countless upon countless of tomes that could hold priceless amounts of knowledge?!” Tilika had heard of it and knew it was still standing but she never in a million eons would have imagined Babycorn knew about it. Let alone could get in it.

“I think that’s what Y'shtola said! So yeah!”

“The same Great Gubal Library that’s been abandoned for years and is probably crawling with animals that moved in because there was nothing stopping them?!”

“And a bunch of voidsent!!” Babycorn paused, “I think that’s what they are! I’m not sure!” 

Tilika gulped, taking her sword in one hand shield in the other. 

In the end, Tilika didn’t have much to worry about, when it came to her and Babycorn’s safety at least. Both of them were freely able to wander the library at their leisure despite the clear signs that they were not alone in here. Tilika was even able to sit down and skim a book or two while not having to worry about anything ambushing her.

Instead Tilika’s worries were placed on just how easy it was for Babycorn to cut down anything that stood in front of her way. 

Most of the time all it would take was one or two swings from her scythe to defeat whatever weird animal or living object decided to try and attack them. 

Was Babycorn really that strong? At some point it looked like the creatures living here even realized that there was no point in trying to fight them, so most just started to avoid them altogether. 

‘Of course she’s that strong idiot! She’s the Warrior of Light! She’s fought primals, you saw her!’ Is what Tilika kept telling herself. But it was hard for her to believe that the same Babycorn who she had seen accidentally sticking herself up on the roof when mixing pancake batter was the same Babycorn who was known and feared across the world as the warrior of light.

Then again, at the same time, it made perfect sense.

Somehow.

“Tili-Tili!” Babycorn came running up, “Did you find a cool book?” Babycorn was carrying a bunch of other books in her arms. Tilika noticed that she had dropped a lot more other books on her way running here. “I found a lot of them with a lot of complicated words! You know about those right?”

Tilika smiled, “You could say that.” Right now she was just skimming through one that was pretty much just a cookbook. But Tilika was the type of person who just loved learning anything about everything. 

“Did you know that the garleans have a different name for each level of hierarchy?” Tilika said, referencing one of the other books she had picked up.

“Wow! Cool!” Babycorn had no idea what Tilika was talking about but she still wanted to support her. “I think this one is about dragons!” Babycorn waved a book in the air, “Cause it’s got a dragon on the cover!” 

Just as Tilika was going to ask her what else she noticed about it, she saw Babycorn drop the book to the ground. “Babycorn?” She noticed that her cousin was staring far off into the distance, right past her. Tilika looked behind her just in time to notice a shadow turning around the corner and running away. 

Babycorn ran right after it. “Babycorn wait!” Tilika cried out, but Babycorn had already turned the corner after the mysterious shadow. “Babycorn!” She grabbed her sword and shield hanging at her side and brought them out. 

Tilika had a bad feeling about this. It was good to be prepared.

It didn’t take a lot of running for her to catch up to Babycorn. “Babycorn?” She found her cousin knelt down in front of a pile of books. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Tilika kept a tight grip on her sword, just in case. 

“I’m fine!” Babycorn pointed at the pile of books in front of her, “I think there’s someone in there!”

“Is it someone dangerous?” 

Babycorn shook her head, “I don’t think so. Look!”

Tilika looked at where Babycorn was pointing but she still couldn’t quite see what she was looking at. 

That was until a small backpack peeked out at her from under the pile of books. 

“Oh!” Tilika was almost surprised at what she was seeing. Though considering that she had seen both living tomes and inkwells inside this library, the shock of seeing what looked like a living backpack wore off pretty fast. 

“Hi!” Babycorn stepped forward, “My name's Babycorn! Who are you?” 

The backpack wiggled their arms around. At least, Tilika thought those were arms. It had a mouth with big sharp teeth but no matter how much their mouth moved she couldn’t hear any words coming from it. From the way Babycorn was also staring blankly at them, it was safe to say she couldn’t hear anything either.

“I think their name is Hungstla!” Babycorn picked the backpack up and didn’t even jump when the backpack wrapped its straps around her. “Ha ha! That tickles!!” 

Or maybe she had heard something?! That was odd but not the weirdest thing about Babycorn.

“I guess it's friendly…” Tilika put her weapons away and walked closer to look at the weird friend that Babycorn had made. “Hello there! My name is Tilika!” Having known Babycorn for nearly two years now, Tilika had found herself more accepting to talking to supposedly inanimate objects. Because most of the time, they were not inanimate.

Tilika held out her hand and the backpack gladly shook it. 

“And it’s polite wowie!” 

“Can we take them with us?!” Babycorn pleaded, holding her hands together and looking up at Tilika. The backpack also looked at Tilika, with huge pleading eyes. Somehow.

‘Wow she’s wasting no time.’ Tilika saw this coming. Normally Tilika would be a little apprehensive about letting something like a magical sharp-toothed backpack live in her home but it couldn’t possibly be any less dangerous than the other things that lived with her and Babycorn. 

“Well I mean, if you want to! It’s up to you!” It’s not like she was her mom or anything.

Hungstla seemed to understand that she would be able to come along and happily wiggled around. “Aw, look at them go!” Tilika laughed, “It's kinda cute isn’t it?” 

“Really cute!” Babycorn hugged Hungstla tighter. Then Hungstla used their arms to reach down into its own mouth. To everyone’s surprise it pulled out what looked like a freshly baked chocolate cake. 

“Woah!!” Babycorn was drooling, “That looks delicious!!”  

“What.” 

Tilika tried to wrap her head around how something like that could even be possible. Unless there was a bakery in here that they missed (which would be impossible to do if Babycorn was here) there was no way a backpack that had been in here for who knows how long would have food inside it that looked that good.

It defied all explanation.

That settled it, somehow this weird backpack and Babycorn were meant to meet each other.