Eclipse's Heart Game ☉ Session #3

[idolpro]

You drift like you're floating in water. It's almost relaxing, actually. As long as you don't think too hard that what you're floating in may be bottomless, because under you lies only a deep darkness that only the ocean can provide.

Then something grabs you and drags you deeper, down, down, down into the abyssal depths. You can't breathe, but that's not on the forefront of your mind now, is it?

There is a mounting sense of anxiety and dread.

Who do you want to become? Will you even get to see tomorrow? What if all roads lead to ████████? Can you still stay '███'? If people see the ████ you, will they think less of you? Will they feel cheated?

You want to live. Even if it's a ███, even if your hands must be covered in █████, you want to live. You want to be '███'.

Finally, a voice pierces through the darkness. It's a woman's voice.

"My, how unfortunate. Your journey ends before it even begins."

"... Just kidding. That would be terribly boring! I suppose I can do the boy a favour just this once."

You feel someone grab your arm and pull you up to the surface.

...

When you come to, you are standing somewhere else.

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FOR SHRIKE

[intheshade]

As you walk along the alley, the lanterns suddenly extinguish -- like darkness came down to smother them out and blanket you in its cold embrace.

You find yourself experiencing a very vivid hallucination, like you were the ones in his shoes when it happened.

"You do not deserve a painless death—but as I am merciful and kind, I will ask Amy here to lighten your suffering if you pray to me or simply beg for my forgiveness. ♥"

You're going to die. You're going to die a slow, painful death and you know it.

It's going to take a miracle for anyone to save you, and bound as you are there isn't much you can do. You're going to die here alone while this stupid bitch lords how much power she has over you, and you hate it.

You hate this false god and hate her accomplice who is going to enjoy this far, far too much, and you hate that you didn't do more to fight back. You hate that this has become a spectacle and perhaps afterwards, people will pity you. Maybe they'll remember you as the kid who got executed on a Live, or maybe it'll just get lost in the flurry of bad experiences that this place tends to gift upon everyone. Who knows?

You hate. You hate. You hate. You must deprive them of as much enjoyment as you can, even if in the end they get what they want out of this.

You're going to die and you can't do anything about it.

(Ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsitrhurtsithurts --

You learn what it is like to choke on your own blood, excruciatingly, before you can't feel anything at all.)

... When it ends, the torches flicker back to life.

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[softlyfalling]

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[softlyfalling]

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right. looking for Conviction. it makes sense that things like that would be in here, since there's what blooms from the root of his conviction: that survival is fury, that he refuses to succumb to the cruelty to the world and will instead fight it to the last breath.

she digs her nails into her palm, one by one, counts up: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten... ]

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[intheshade]

At ten, the door opens.

... The person standing there must look very familiar, with her red eyes and purple cloak pulled over her.

"Holy shit."

Also, very familiarly poor manners.

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[softlyfalling]

Oh—

[ she blinks rapidly a few times, eyes refocusing properly— ]

Ah, sorry, I'm not disturbing you, am I?

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[intheshade]

"Uhh, I mean, no?" She shifts, somewhat uncomfortably. "Just -- get in here, okay?"

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[softlyfalling]

Oh—er, sure.

[ she makes for the door, also, you know, shifting uncomfortably. ]

...are you Conviction?

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[intheshade]

"That's me," she says. "Can't believe someone really decided to go through all that shit..."

She steps in through the yellow door, leaving it open for you.