[SIDESTORY] Morbit Oneshots

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The Angel's Egg - A One Shot  CW: Mentions of injury. 

 

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You're in the middle of an unfamiliar place, trying to scramble together your memories of everything leading up to it. You were in the middle of something incredibly important and now you're here. You can't remember it in full detail. 

 You feel bits of yourself not quite fading, but certainly not where they belong. A name is on the tip of your tongue. The cool breeze coming down from the hills around you is fresh and delicious but distracting you right now. You need to focus. 

 You were protecting people, evacuating them from some kind of unnatural disaster. There were many models like you around but you were doing something particularly special. The people you were helping out of there were gods maybe.... you were designed for this express purpose and now that you've committed it's terrifying where you could have ended up.

 It takes all your energy to come up with cohesive thoughts right now, and any time you even think about resting you're nearly launched back to square one. You need something to cling onto. 

 You needed to buy time for Apollo and Mori. Taking the fall was absolutely part of the plan.. Is this the afterlife? Some kind of twisted colorful blunder of landscapes you were surrounded by in life? No that doesn't make any lick of sense, you weren't designed to have a soul.
  You were meant to be perfect fodder for angels. 
 Why are you feeling so much fear right now?

 Maybe because people were nice to you. Maybe because you want to go back to them but... you're not entirely sure you can. 

 A name, you need a name so bad right now. No you have one, you absolutely do.
 Dorothy. That's what you were called, Dorothy. 

 Oh god you're fading, melting away, the land is claiming you so fast. You need to resist, think about how you got here, think about what you have to do still. 

 You were talking to Apollo, he was off on one of his rants about the moon. He needed to go there for something but he hasn't had any luck.
 Mori was talking to you about meeting up with some of their friends after work. You've done that a few times before and they're always pretty good to you. Last time the bunch of you went and bought funnel cake. It's not particularly good for you but it's sweet.

People were infected, they all were being slowly claimed by the great corruption into a reanimated hivemind of sorts. They lined up and melded together, so many of them just merged as one into an orb in the sky. 

 No, this isn't some far away world, you're still here. Every metal fiber of your body's outer shell aches with intensity. If you're still here, someone bailed you out. What were you doing that fucked you up so hard?


 You look down at your hands, there's a rich blood-like fluid with a ghastly glow all over. That's not yours, whatever you were taking on you managed to hurt, pissed off pretty bad. It's probably a miracle you're alive right now... and if you're alive that means Mori and Apollo are probably safe too. They're both stronger than you after all, right? They had enough time to bail, you going down was always something that they must have known could happen so they probably didn't stay behind. No, you told them to go, you told them to not look back. This was your call.

 Those lights in the sky, those aren't stars. They're people, and they're being drawn toward the now giant merger in the sky. It's an egg, the egg of something larger and more terrifying than you could possibly take on by yourself. You watch it, fixate on it as you try to hold out..... 

 You see it start to hatch and you can't look away. It's like a nightmare you can't wake up from. 

 You cling onto the name you were given by those nice people, Dorothy.

 You hope they find you, come back for you when they're safe.

 You can rest for now, whatever happens next is out of your hands.....