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12-10-2025, 08:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-10-2025, 08:50 PM by Headful_of_Eyeballs.)
Of course, how could you forget?
Your name was Spice, you were a cat and you lived out of an apartment in southern Lyris with your Girlfriend.
You were a electrician by trade, but member of the local orchestra whenever you had the time.
Things were happy: you were happy- at least until [HE] took notice of you.
It started subtle at first; a missing item here, a concerning comment on your SNS there- but it only got worse with time.
Your dirty clothes started going missing before you could wash them, you always felt like you were being watched, and your girlfriend was being hounded by dozens of messages on her phone every day- each one telling her to dump you.
Eventually, unable to deal with the stress and harassment, she caved and broke up with you; leaving you alone.
Exactly what [HE] wanted.
What happened next is extremely blurry, partially from the resurrection process, but mostly because you blocked it all out. But regardless of how it happened; you ended up dead in the lowlands less then 2 months after [HE] started stalking you
You don’t really remember the alchemist that revived you though.
The best thing you have to go off is a memo you downloaded off of one of the academies’ flash drives. Apparently he was a junior researcher, extremely dedicated to their cause of finding a way to revive people. He found your rotting corpse half-buried in a pile of leaves, and decided to try the first actual resurrection on what was essentially a pile of congealed people goop.
It worked, but instead of bringing the original you back from the dead, he had just brought life to your gelatinous remains; imbuing you with the leftover magic that was supposed to heal your fatal wounds.
And that was why you were sealed down there, you aren’t even Spice at all anymore- You’re just a liquified corpse with their memories. The inanimate brought to life, not the dead brought back from the grave.
You look at your freshly cleaned teeth, grateful that you at least took care of yourself, but you’re not done yet. As you run yourself a shower, you ask yourself:
What was the name of the academy?
How did you escape it in the first place?
And what was the point when you realized that [HE] became obsessed with you again?
Your name was Spice, you were a cat and you lived out of an apartment in southern Lyris with your Girlfriend.
You were a electrician by trade, but member of the local orchestra whenever you had the time.
Things were happy: you were happy- at least until [HE] took notice of you.
It started subtle at first; a missing item here, a concerning comment on your SNS there- but it only got worse with time.
Your dirty clothes started going missing before you could wash them, you always felt like you were being watched, and your girlfriend was being hounded by dozens of messages on her phone every day- each one telling her to dump you.
Eventually, unable to deal with the stress and harassment, she caved and broke up with you; leaving you alone.
Exactly what [HE] wanted.
What happened next is extremely blurry, partially from the resurrection process, but mostly because you blocked it all out. But regardless of how it happened; you ended up dead in the lowlands less then 2 months after [HE] started stalking you
You don’t really remember the alchemist that revived you though.
The best thing you have to go off is a memo you downloaded off of one of the academies’ flash drives. Apparently he was a junior researcher, extremely dedicated to their cause of finding a way to revive people. He found your rotting corpse half-buried in a pile of leaves, and decided to try the first actual resurrection on what was essentially a pile of congealed people goop.
It worked, but instead of bringing the original you back from the dead, he had just brought life to your gelatinous remains; imbuing you with the leftover magic that was supposed to heal your fatal wounds.
And that was why you were sealed down there, you aren’t even Spice at all anymore- You’re just a liquified corpse with their memories. The inanimate brought to life, not the dead brought back from the grave.
You look at your freshly cleaned teeth, grateful that you at least took care of yourself, but you’re not done yet. As you run yourself a shower, you ask yourself:
What was the name of the academy?
How did you escape it in the first place?
And what was the point when you realized that [HE] became obsessed with you again?
