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- Writing Levels
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- Genres
- War, Horror, Dark, Psychological, Medieval/Ancient, 19th Century, Crossovers, Dysoptian, Fluff, Cyberpunk & Steampunk
~Big Sister~
Erratic breathing and unsteady shaking seemed to abruptly consume the Big Sister. Standing on a raised platform where the remnants of her group resided at, she slowly looked to her right, noticing the unconscious Elizabeth and wounded Booker. An orgy of screams and panic filled the Big Sister's ears, and even within her tight, steel helm, the velocity and terror within those cries was clearly evident. Falling onto her knees, looking up blankly as she could see Chrom call out to her, the armored enigma felt frozen as a soft ringing seemed to drown out everything...
Fear.
It all came rushing to the Big Sister at once. She sat alone in a leather chair, strapped like some test-subject as she squirmed and cried. Puddles of crimson and viscera dotted the monochromatic floorboards around her, a dim, flickering light illuminating above her. From the shadows of the room, she could spot a cracked mirror, one that, upon closer inspection, revealed that the Big Sister wasn't wearing her helm. Seconds passed, and the horrid revelation arose, so horrid in fact that Big Sister began to thrash and flail. Abruptly and coyly, a soft, aging male voice called out to her, one that instantly shot the Big Sister up in her seat, although, it was body doing such actions, not her mind.
"Would you kindly?"
Oh god.
"Would you kindly...kill yourself?"
~~~
A scream.
A inhuman scream of the tortured and insane. A cry to the heavens from a damned and hollowed soul. A plea to whatever god resided high above to end her suffering. A desire to feel human once more, breathing the breaths of life and halting the exhales of death.
In an instant, the Big Sister lounged upwards towards the captured Chrom and the Kraken. The only weapons she had were her fists, but as evidence by her own instability, those would seemingly suffice. Her lights within her helm shifted to a bright scarlet, though, the mechanized adult didn't seem enraged. To be more accurate, she seemed more horrified, lashing out like some frighten animal.
Gripping at the tentacle that held Chrom, the Big Sister began to use her strength to pull the tentacle apart. Normal humans would not be able to even conceive that feat, but with all of the gene-splicing and altercations to the Big Sister, it was theoretically possible. Hissing and thrashing as she felt her muscles popping, the Big Sister did her best not only to free Chrom but to rip the tentacle apart.
However, by the time the Big Sister went to enact her vengeance, the Kraken fell to Chrom's attacks. Flailing and falling to the surface, the Big Sister collapsed, physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted.
@Klutzy Ninja Kitty
@Josh M
@Jeremi
@TheColourlessRainbow
@Crazy 8 Nate
@Kraken Peeps.
Erratic breathing and unsteady shaking seemed to abruptly consume the Big Sister. Standing on a raised platform where the remnants of her group resided at, she slowly looked to her right, noticing the unconscious Elizabeth and wounded Booker. An orgy of screams and panic filled the Big Sister's ears, and even within her tight, steel helm, the velocity and terror within those cries was clearly evident. Falling onto her knees, looking up blankly as she could see Chrom call out to her, the armored enigma felt frozen as a soft ringing seemed to drown out everything...
Fear.
It all came rushing to the Big Sister at once. She sat alone in a leather chair, strapped like some test-subject as she squirmed and cried. Puddles of crimson and viscera dotted the monochromatic floorboards around her, a dim, flickering light illuminating above her. From the shadows of the room, she could spot a cracked mirror, one that, upon closer inspection, revealed that the Big Sister wasn't wearing her helm. Seconds passed, and the horrid revelation arose, so horrid in fact that Big Sister began to thrash and flail. Abruptly and coyly, a soft, aging male voice called out to her, one that instantly shot the Big Sister up in her seat, although, it was body doing such actions, not her mind.
"Would you kindly?"
Oh god.
"Would you kindly...kill yourself?"
~~~
A scream.
A inhuman scream of the tortured and insane. A cry to the heavens from a damned and hollowed soul. A plea to whatever god resided high above to end her suffering. A desire to feel human once more, breathing the breaths of life and halting the exhales of death.
In an instant, the Big Sister lounged upwards towards the captured Chrom and the Kraken. The only weapons she had were her fists, but as evidence by her own instability, those would seemingly suffice. Her lights within her helm shifted to a bright scarlet, though, the mechanized adult didn't seem enraged. To be more accurate, she seemed more horrified, lashing out like some frighten animal.
Gripping at the tentacle that held Chrom, the Big Sister began to use her strength to pull the tentacle apart. Normal humans would not be able to even conceive that feat, but with all of the gene-splicing and altercations to the Big Sister, it was theoretically possible. Hissing and thrashing as she felt her muscles popping, the Big Sister did her best not only to free Chrom but to rip the tentacle apart.
However, by the time the Big Sister went to enact her vengeance, the Kraken fell to Chrom's attacks. Flailing and falling to the surface, the Big Sister collapsed, physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted.
@Klutzy Ninja Kitty
@Josh M
@Jeremi
@TheColourlessRainbow
@Crazy 8 Nate
@Kraken Peeps.