Post by W1Nd0ws 95 on Sept 9, 2015 3:56:06 GMT
[TW: GORE, SADSTUCK HEADCANONS, BRIEF NSFW]
Such a sad sight, the figure thought to himself as he stared at the 2 bodies laying on the ground.
This was 1 in millions of other failed sessions. So why was he so intrigued by these 2 players?
There was a troll man and a human woman laying on the ground. Their blood mixed and made a morbid orange. The woman was dead; she had been dead for about an hour, judging from the rigor mortis and the faint bruising on her arms, indicating the beginning of lividity.
Lord of Doom, and Muse of Life. Polar opposites, yet still holding eachother.
His eyes fixated on the troll. He was still alive, somehow.
The shadow tapped the troll's shoulder. "Hey. Look at me." The shaking Lord opened his eyes and looked up at him, yellow tears of grief streaming down his face at the loss of his love.
"Hey. You need help with that? I can help ya." The troll nodded. "P-please...just...save her...I'll do anything..." "Anything, ya say?" "Yes...!" "Nice. That's what I like to hear."
Before the troll could say anything else, the figure placed a hand on his face. His eyes widened as the life drained from them. He fell back, going limp. Just like the Muse.
The shadow sighed, looking at the ball of yellow light in his hand. He closed his fist around it, placing it in his satchel and doing the same with the woman, putting the purple ball in too.
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"I'll fix you two oddballs. A fresh start. Not just for you, but countless others..." He smiled sadly, opening the satchel and taking out the 2 balls. "All or most of your memories will be wiped. Except for your love for eachother, of course. You won't know it, but you'll feel it."
The shadow puased, then shoved the balls into the naked bodies in front of him. One of them was a troll, one a human. They weren't the same bodies as before; they were better. More powerful. Better for ruling this place of second chance, this safe haven.
"Good luck, you two. Don't fuck this up, ya hear?"
EXPLANATION:
End weirdass headcanons.
Such a sad sight, the figure thought to himself as he stared at the 2 bodies laying on the ground.
This was 1 in millions of other failed sessions. So why was he so intrigued by these 2 players?
There was a troll man and a human woman laying on the ground. Their blood mixed and made a morbid orange. The woman was dead; she had been dead for about an hour, judging from the rigor mortis and the faint bruising on her arms, indicating the beginning of lividity.
Lord of Doom, and Muse of Life. Polar opposites, yet still holding eachother.
His eyes fixated on the troll. He was still alive, somehow.
The shadow tapped the troll's shoulder. "Hey. Look at me." The shaking Lord opened his eyes and looked up at him, yellow tears of grief streaming down his face at the loss of his love.
"Hey. You need help with that? I can help ya." The troll nodded. "P-please...just...save her...I'll do anything..." "Anything, ya say?" "Yes...!" "Nice. That's what I like to hear."
Before the troll could say anything else, the figure placed a hand on his face. His eyes widened as the life drained from them. He fell back, going limp. Just like the Muse.
The shadow sighed, looking at the ball of yellow light in his hand. He closed his fist around it, placing it in his satchel and doing the same with the woman, putting the purple ball in too.
_________________
"I'll fix you two oddballs. A fresh start. Not just for you, but countless others..." He smiled sadly, opening the satchel and taking out the 2 balls. "All or most of your memories will be wiped. Except for your love for eachother, of course. You won't know it, but you'll feel it."
The shadow puased, then shoved the balls into the naked bodies in front of him. One of them was a troll, one a human. They weren't the same bodies as before; they were better. More powerful. Better for ruling this place of second chance, this safe haven.
"Good luck, you two. Don't fuck this up, ya hear?"
EXPLANATION:
My headcanon is that Lord troll was a Lord of Doom, and Lady muse was the Muse of Life. They came from a universe where trolls and humans lived in harmony. Neiros was a stoic yellowblood who liked things to be orderly. Rosaline was a wealthy (get it? because purple? No? Ok...) human who was fulll of energy. They somehow fell in love and had an interspecies matespritship. They one day started a session with several friends, but it failed. The shadow person....who knows who that was? Whoever he was, he had plans. Good plans, involving giving a second chance to those in faoled sessions. He needed a Lord of Doom and a Muse of Life who had a strong relationship to accomplish this, though. He had hoped they would coexist and form a utopia on the glitch. Boy, would he be mad if he found out about the war....
"You fucked it up. Why? Why did you fuck it up?!"
"....I trusted you...."
"You fucked it up. Why? Why did you fuck it up?!"
"....I trusted you...."
End weirdass headcanons.