Discord
12-10-2025, 03:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-10-2025, 03:52 AM by Headful_of_Eyeballs.)
You look into the mirror, wiping a bit of stray ooze away from your eyes
You see a pastel blue slime cat looking back at you, eyes bloodshot from staying up late for days on end.
the lanyard draped over your neck shakes slightly, the name "Sunny" printed on it chipped and scratched from the constant running. You know it's not yours, you never even had a name to begin with, but it still feels just as significant to you as it did when you snatched it off that dying guard when you first escaped.
You pick up a half used tube of toothpaste, squirting some onto a rag before rubbing it across your teeth. You're not sure where the toothbrush is, but judging by the state the rest of your room is in, you probably don't want to know.
you spit into the sink, before gingerly throwing off your lanyard, revealing the arcane symbol seared onto your neck. It stings just looking at it, but you still have to clean it, or your powers will stop working again. After finding a box of cotton swabs, you carefully wipe the excess gunk away from the sigil, already feeling the strength starting to come back to your body.
Your mind is still a bit hazy, but you’re more then lucid enough to scribble down a few things in your journal.
Do you remember the Alchemist that reanimated you?
Are you aware of your past life?
And why did the Brotherhood seal you, the magnum opus of their quest for resurrection, away in the basement?
You see a pastel blue slime cat looking back at you, eyes bloodshot from staying up late for days on end.
the lanyard draped over your neck shakes slightly, the name "Sunny" printed on it chipped and scratched from the constant running. You know it's not yours, you never even had a name to begin with, but it still feels just as significant to you as it did when you snatched it off that dying guard when you first escaped.
You pick up a half used tube of toothpaste, squirting some onto a rag before rubbing it across your teeth. You're not sure where the toothbrush is, but judging by the state the rest of your room is in, you probably don't want to know.
you spit into the sink, before gingerly throwing off your lanyard, revealing the arcane symbol seared onto your neck. It stings just looking at it, but you still have to clean it, or your powers will stop working again. After finding a box of cotton swabs, you carefully wipe the excess gunk away from the sigil, already feeling the strength starting to come back to your body.
Your mind is still a bit hazy, but you’re more then lucid enough to scribble down a few things in your journal.
Do you remember the Alchemist that reanimated you?
Are you aware of your past life?
And why did the Brotherhood seal you, the magnum opus of their quest for resurrection, away in the basement?
