Willoh was not having a fun time in her current state. She heard her breathing become more rash, adrenaline wracking her body and mind. It felt as if something was trying to claw itself loose inside of her, which she tried relentlessly to hold back, which only made her feel worse. It’s just an injury, an injury… It couldn’t be anything more. It couldn’t be. She would be fine…
Everything will be fine, everything will be fine… Everything…
Something moved in the corner of her vision, blue eyes slowly rolling in her skull to look up, rather dizzily, at a red-headed woman. It sounded like she was talking, but the slowly escalating pain and discomfort made it progressively difficult to focus on what she was talking about. It was getting harder to concentrate, harder to hear her own breathing, harder to see, with black spots appearing in her vision with her eyelids heavying.
But everything was fine, wasn’t it?
One thing did make her flinch; being the strange woman thrusting a Reiryuko-infused hand onto her chest, which didn’t hurt at all, rather giving the girl a warm feeling in her chest. Things turned black quickly after, only to shortly awake to the sensation of drowning. Her eyes flashed open, seeing nothing but black, murky water around her, the realization causing her to quickly swim to the surface, coughing and spluttering black water.
“W-what the heck..?” She looked around, soon lying her eyes on the white sands and the dead willow, which had the girl in a further bit of confusion. Swimming back to shore, she looked around for Marumaru, confused of what happened,
“Maruuu? Maaaruuuu? Are you hiding or something?”
Marumaru wasn’t one to play jokes or tricks; she was normally too lazy to do anything like that. Only passion she had was excessive knitting, which always seemed pretty lame and boring to the girl. Her blood ran cold when she heard the sound of bubbling behind her, slowly turning around to see something causing the ocean to swell and bubble a fountain.
“...Maru? Is that-”
No, of course it isn’t. Maru didn’t like getting wet.
This is what she realized, as whatever it was, jumped from the blackened sea, rushing at her with intent to kill. She rose her sword in a defensive manner, a loud CLINK breaking the silence of her dead Inner World. What she saw, would mark her memory forever.
A set of dead, cratered eyes bore into her’s, a mouth looking as if it were torn open releasing ragged, heavy breathing with a foul smelling exhaust. Whatever this thing was, it was skinny, bone-like, rotting looking in areas, but easily towered over her.
“What… T-the hell..?” She strained to get this thing away from her with shoving it away with her sword, but it felt as if this thing was easily pushing her back.
“Who… A-are you..?’
The creature’s head made a disgusting noise as it’s head tilted, it’s voice a gentle whisper, “You wouldn’t care, to know… Would you…?”
Willoh, in a very fear-controlled move, kicked this thing off of her as hard as she could, quickly moving away so the two were at a stand off, the distorted corpse staring it’s dark pits of void towards her. She felt gross, sick, and scared. What was this? What was happening?
Whatever it was, it wanted to kill her. It was irradiated with some sort of bloodlust, but what was scary was the fact that it showed no physical indication of anger, listlessly standing and swaying it’s tall, mishapen body.
It went for her once more, which only brought the girl into a further state of fear as she was being forced down once more, grunting, groaning, and overall wanting to cry and puke. But she pushed it down, she wasn’t sure what it wanted, she wasn’t sure what it desired, all she knew was her instincts screaming, ‘ITS GOING TO FREAKING KILL YOU!’
After a moment’s worth of struggle, something overcame the girl’s fear, suddenly feeling a strong urge to fucking decimate this thing. Her resistance turned into rage, her eyes growing wide as she yelled, kicking the damn thing once more. She didn’t want to be near it. She didn’t want to touch it. She didn’t even want to see it. She wanted it to be gone.
Another kick, into the black waves.
She wanted it to vanish. To fade. To stop. To leave. To die.
Another kick, to it’s disgusting, rotting face. It clawed at her legs, trying to get up, to retaliate, but she didn’t allow it.
“Go away…” She mumbled in a chilling tone, staring piercingly at the thing under her feet, raising her blade to stab, “Go away and never come back up again… Go the fuck away!”
Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.
Willoh, rather violently, began stabbing this waste of space, again, again, and again, mumbling curses and wishes for it to leave, to vanish, to stop. Every bit of her body was trembling, as within a blink of an eye, the spindly creature was gone. Sweating, she fell onto her knees, unable to properly process what just happened, her head dipping…
The girl quickly sat up, screaming her words, her hands quickly fastening to her chest as she coughed from straining her voice, panting for a spell, until she realized there was someone else next to her. This caused her to cease her breath instantly, pausing, and then adjusting her position as if she was saving face from doing something embarrassing, breaking out a grin,
“Uhh, hey? Wassup this fine evening mila- oooh your eyes are blaaccck...”
Very awkward, was this moment for Willoh. Way too much going on at once.