Of Haunted and Haunting Souls
A soft whistle of wind breezed over the prone, dormant form of Twilight, stirring her from her slumber. She opened her eyes, finding trees and a dark cloudy sky above her. Her anxiety spiked, causing her to bolt upright from her slumber.
"W-wha..." She managed, blinking rapidly to try and wipe the fatigue from her eyes. The sound of a crackling fire then made itself known, causing her to look around. She then realized she was at a bonfire, with a lack of pony or fauna life around her. But that's impossible... she quickly noted. There's always at least some sound during the night. Is there a predator nearby or something? I think Fluttershy mentioned that’s how local fauna act when there is one.
She quickly took a look at herself. She found herself somehow a human again, despite the fact she was recently in Equestria, with a white t-shirt and shorts. She looked around, trying to find any traces of magic, but only found a thick fog awaiting her. Seeing nowhere else to go, Twilight stood up and wandered into the fog, staying as silent as the forest as she went.
She went forward for what felt like hours on end, the scenery barely changing as she went with seemingly random meathooks occasionally appearing, until she stumbled upon a ruined house with what she recalled as a generator back in the human realm, wired up to something she couldn't see. She quickly inspected it, finding it was broken, but had enough fuel to work. She recalled the mechanic classes she took back there, though without tools she found herself at a loss.
Perhaps there's a toolbox somewhere around here? she quietly thought to herself, taking a left from the generator, and stumbling upon a pile of rocks with a chest on the side of it. Opening it, Twilight found herself with a assortment of goods. A flashlight, medkit, a broken key, and a toolbox laid within the chest. Seeing as she didn't need the medkit at the moment, she put it on the ground and took the flashlight and toolbox, carrying them all the way back to the ruined house, where she heard a growl emanating from within. She crouched next to the doorway, waiting for the creature to leave, heart pumping within her chest with vigor.
A small movement of grass in front of her was Twilight's only indication that the creature had left, though she stood dumbfounded as she looked towards where the creature was going. Squinting her eyes in order to focus, she found that it wasn't fully invisible, its cloaking was distorting the scenery around it, if only a little. Her scientific self told her to knock the creature unconscious and tie it up for research, though her instincts told her that it could potentially be the carnivore.
Twilight decided to trust her gut, seeing as she had no weapons on her to begin with, and that she wasn't overly athletic as a human or pony. She waited until the rustling of grass was no more before entering the broken down house.
She then proceeded to get to work on the generator, and found it made noise as she repaired it, causing her adrenaline to flow faster and faster as she progressed. Halfway through fixing it, she decided herself to hide once more, quickly moving to obscure herself behind what she assumed to be a windowsill. She heard grass moving once again, and the growl coming back once more until it was right behind the windowsill she was hiding by. She heard the sound of the generator being kicked a couple times, hearing sparks only a second afterwards. Quietly, she grinded her teeth in frustration, though was slightly intrigued by the development.
Why attack perfectly workable machinery?! Whatever this thing is, I'm going to hand it over to Canterlot researchers after I get the guard to restrain it. A few moments of utter silence passed by, save for the noise being made by the generator and the creature leaving the vicinity, before Twilight went back over the windowsill to work on her slightly damaged project.
She almost wanted to hum as she did so, seeing that it seemed to be even easier than it was before-hand. Only a half minute passed by, before some lights flickered above her. Twilight looked up to find an oddly out of place streetlamp above her head. So that's what this is connected to. Twilight thought, both satisfied and intrigued by her efforts. She then made to find another generator, keeping an eye out for any movement.
Twilight's blood ran cold, quickly looking behind her to see the source of the noise. What she found was something out of a true nightmare. The figure's eyes shone in the darkest dark, its eyes piercing the night and stinging her soul. In its right hand it held a skull with a blade protruding from where the lower jaw would be, causing Twilight's stomach to churn in fear upon realizing it had taken a life. In its left hand a ghastly looking bell, which was the dreaded noisemaker to Twilight's ears. A frown was etched into his face as it stared Twilight down.
Twilight didn't even hesitate, and neither did the murderer. She barely made it behind a wall as the blade chipped the brick surface of her savior. Twilight sprinted through the fog, adrenaline spiking in her veins as she ran through the fog-filled forest. A bell had sounded off in the distance, though Twilight didn't take it as an answer to stop. She ran until she made it to another building, stopping just as she reached the doorway. Still scared beyond reasoning, Twilight entered the building, finding a basement within and went inside. A couple lockers near the entrance of the basement, and a chest behind them, were able to fit her if she tried. Four meathooks were off to the left of the basement, and Twilight felt as if hiding in here was a gambit.
Seeing as the rest of her options would be incredibly obvious, Twilight opened the chest and entered it, lying in a sideways cradle. With her free arm, she closed the chest, and in that moment Twilight could've sworn she heard someone laugh. Twilight took the time she had to calm herself, her heart still beating rapidly in fear, as she slowly went back to normal breathing. Suddenly, the growl of the killer made itself known, along with humming, and Twilight held her breath. As she initially expected, she heard the killer check all the lockers within the room, finding a lack of life within each, before leaving the basement. Her heart having calmed down, Twilight exited the chest, finally having calmed down, though slightly cramped up from being stuck inside a tight space.
Her mind still swam with quarreling thoughts, screaming at her to get as far away as possible, to find a way to incapacitate the mystery human, or to stay hidden until help arrived. Twilight listened to the first, survival instincts taking over her scientific curiosity, and will to fight. She sneaked out of the basement, and out into the wilderness, running off in a random direction as she did so, eventually coming upon a gate.
Twilight switched on her flashlight, swiftly inspecting the gate, finding wires all over it, and a lever to the side. No wonder why they wanted the generators broken. The generators powered the exit gate! Twilight thought in a moment of eureka. Her mission was clear: Power up all the generators she could find and open the gate, or face whatever the figure had in store for her. Under the cover of the fog, she silently walked back to the house, keeping her eyes and ears open for any signs of movement.
She came back to the abandoned house, with no sign of the killer's presence. Twilight crept around the first floor of the building, finding a few pallets and a locker, before walking up a set of stairs leading to the upper levels of the house. She found another generator with a window a little off to the right, and quickly went to work on it, listening closely for the sound of the bell in assumption it was the killer's cloaking device. It wouldn't be impossible if Equestrian magic had leaked into the human realm after all. She knew how the humans would react to that after some research there.
She was just about to finish the generator, when the killer finally made itself known again, the bell ringing twice behind her as the generator turned on the lights around her. Twilight ran to the window, trying to jump out of it in an attempt to evade the killer's reach.
She failed, the weapon hitting her back as she fell out of the window. She screamed in agony as she hit the ground, shakily standing back on her feet as she made to run once more, as blood ran down her back. The killer rang its bell once more, and Twilight had just enough time to quickly look behind her shoulder and see the killer turn invisible, confirming her hypothesis. Twilight thought it would be a bad idea if she went back for the medkit, instead opting to find another chest as she frantically looked about her while running through the fog in panic.
She eventually came upon a chest, and Twilight opened it without hesitation, quickly rummaging through the chest in search of supplies. She ended up finding a medkit, and Twilight would've gone for healing herself were it not for the sound of the killer's bell. She ran, medkit in hand instead of toolbox, and came across a pallet. Seeing an opportunity to buy herself time, Twilight slammed the pallet down as she ran, causing the killer to stop for a second before proceeding to break the pallet.
She turned the corner just as the pallet gave way, finding another pallet. She threw it down as well as she went through, and saw to her left a locker. Twilight made some tracks for the killer, giving a fake indication that she went around another corner, before quickly entering the locker in silence.
The killer passed her by, as she had thought, but not before ringing the bell once more. Twilight stayed in the locker, not buying the bait as she remained perfectly quiet inside, waiting as the killer's growls faded. Eternity seemed to pass by, Twilight doing her utmost best to keep quiet.
Despite her best efforts, the doors of the locker swung open, and she saw the killer uncloak before her very eyes, grabbing her and putting her on its shoulder as it did so. Twilight struggled as hard as she could, not wanting to learn of what fate was going to befall her. Just as she was about to get off, a loud metallic clang sounded behind her, followed by the killer's abrupt stop. She managed to hit the killer in the face with her knee, stunning it briefly. She shakily stood back up and began to run again, but suddenly all her exits were blocked off by black spikes of darkness. She looked towards the source of the sound she heard before escape, and saw a meat-hook laying on the floor, before suddenly being lifted into the air, attached to a pole.
Now, stay your hand Philip. It wouldn't be fair to not teach the new immortal how the game works. It is rather rude don't you think? a dreadful voice said.
She saw the newly named Philip's widen in surprise. "B-but I wasn't aware of-"
Take your leave Philip. Or perhaps you'd like another round of punishment?
Philip didn't hesitate, phasing through the black spikes with haste. The dreadful voice then took form above the hook, spider-like appendages coming out of a seemingly endless void.
You'll have to forgive my harshness towards Philip, newcomer. He's not the best of us, and thus I need to keep him encouraged.
Twilight stared at the void in fear for a few moments, as this mysterious entity seemingly stared her down, patiently waiting for her to get over her initial shock. After she recovered, she went to patch her wounds, the entity chuckling in amusement as she fixed herself up. A few times she accidentally hurt herself as she did so, but eventually she patched up the wound, and felt herself invigorated with a mysterious energy as the wound stopped bleeding. Twilight looked upon the void, a curiosity slowly overcoming her fear. "Who are you?"
The void hummed in thought. I go by many names. Eater of hope, the monster that tortures the monsters, the gambler of life, and the rarest of the few even call me Actaeon. But those of this realm, chained within this place between life and death? They call me; The Entity.
Now Twilight was anxious. "Chained? Y-you mean I'm trapped here?"
No. I cannot take the souls of gods or demigods. Only a soul rid of divinity can I trap.
"Why am I here then? And what kind of people do you trap?"
Ah, I see Celestia hasn't told you of me. How predictable of her... she was never adept in the role of prey, despite what she'd think. I've once lost count of how many times she immediately died on the meathooks after saving a survivor.
This caused Twilight's eyes to widen in shock once more. "Died? You mean you've..."
The spider-like appendages twitched a bit around the hook. Devoured her time and time again? Yes. But I have yet to explain why I can't chain immortal and demi-god souls. For you see, I'm not the only god around. There are others who come here for amusement, but if I were to try and chain one to this realm, not only would it work heavily against me, but can end up causing gods to go against me. You arrived here, as do all gods when they rest within the realm I choose to haunt. To my realm, where the hunts and I rule.
The appendages then spread apart. The souls without divinity? When they die, the good and neutral ones are given a choice:Go to the place they're meant to go, or risk it all for a second chance at life. To start anew in new bodies with their memories. The souls of the corrupted? The appendages swung together, at what Twilight would assume would be a corrupted. Are immediately chained here, trapped for eternity until the day I truly come to devour them, to feed the bloodweb that is mine, and mine alone.
The appendages then went back to the way they normally were. I will have Phillip tell you the rest. He will be in the basement at that house you ran from. A few void dwellers wish to participate in my game, and I must learn of what they wish to earn. The spider-like appendages then disappeared, the void above her fading away as well. Twilight Sparkle stared at where the void was for a bit, before hearing the spikes disappear as well. A loud beep reverberated throughout the realm, and Twilight saw some kind of aura revealing two levers similar to what she saw at the gate.
Perhaps he's also giving me the opportunity to leave? Twilight thought to herself. But I still have a lot of questions about this game... Her curiosity unsatisfied, Twilight went back to the house in search of Philip. She entered the basement, and as the Entity said Philip waited at the lockers next to the chest. Philip stared at her in confusion.
"Why are you here? If you've come to gloat in my face after opening the exit gates, just so you know..." He raised his weapon in a threatening manner. "I don't miss so easily."
"I-its quite the opposite actually," Twilight nervously reassured. "The Entity told me you could tell more about this realm of his."
Philip sighed. "Threatens me with punishment, and then expects me to explain everything. I suppose I could tell you more about this place, though just so you know I can't tell you about how the other killers hunt. However, I did encounter them around here, so you can get a grasp as to what they are, maybe even learn of their stories." Philip began walking back out of the basement. "Follow me," he said, looking over his shoulder at Twilight. "I may not be the strongest of us, but I am the best tracker there is. Not even the stealthiest of killers can hide from me."
Twilight followed the man out of the basement, and thus Twilight's introduction to the Entity's realm, as well as those within it, began.
Author's Note
I ended up having to delay this, because I needed to find somebody who would let me see the Wraith's invisible locker catch. Which is harder than it sounds.
No, really, I spent 4 weeks trying to find a group for a raid over and over again when I wanted to see if a boss could be killed by his own minions. I just have the shittiest luck, when it comes for looking for people willing to do the shit I'm doing.
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Suddenly, Philip came to a stop, just as they exited the basement. "Wait a second."
Twilight did as he asked, though not before raising a brow in confusion. Suddenly, the humming from earlier came back, and she saw a woman with a bunny mask come through the doorway. She wore a belt with 5 hatchets all attached to it, an axe held in her two hands. She had a look of excitement in her eyes when she saw Twilight, and grabbed a hatchet from her belt to throw at her. Philip quickly took hold of Twilight, and gave a glare that told the woman to back off. Seemingly taking the hint, the woman backed off, though not before giving a menacing smile towards Twilight.
Heart pounding, Twilight took a moment to calm herself before speaking. "Who was that?"
"The Huntress... or at least that’s as much of what I can know from her. As the name implies, she's almost as good of a tracker as I am. Don't take that as a sign she's mature though, she's got the mind of a 7 year old. It's the only reason she hums as she hunts, and is able to lose her connection with the Entity by default." Philip paused for second, before continuing. "Don't tell her I said that either, she's a nasty one to tango with too."
Philip then let go of Twilight and walked out of the building, Twilight continuing to follow him. After a minute or so of what felt like aimless wandering, Twilight broke the silence. "So what is this game of The Entity?"
"The game of The Entity is simple. Repair generators, and then open the exit gates to escape, with a hatch being an alternative. We killers hunt, hinder, and sacrifice the survivors using whatever we can, with the special boon of killing them ourselves should certain conditions be met."
"Certain conditions?" Twilight asked.
"Mainly powerful items and offerings. You could take the form of a killer who can kill, or take lessons from ones who know how to use the fog's power to allow such a thing to happen. After the game, both the killer and the survivors are given rewards based on how well they played. Nothing beyond what they can earn within the average lifespan of whatever they are, however. Those level of rewards are reserved for when the killers or survivors have peaked their favor with The Entity, or they're already proto-gods."
Philip turned to point at Twilight, but stopped mid-way as if noticing something, which set Twilight on the edge, as she slowly turned around. Behind her stood a man wearing blue coveralls, who was watching her closely without any movement, a knife in his right hand. Almost as if he was a statue. "Word of advice? Never taunt The Shape. It'll be the last thing you do before that knife of his goes through your chest. He's the only killer who can outright kill survivors. Not even the Entity can stop his power from becoming strong enough."
Philip then focused back on Twilight. "Back to the what I was saying, take yourself for example, you're a proto-god, so if you're good to the Entity you can get weapons that can harm gods, maybe even get up to godly status."
Her eyes widened, her mind calculating everything she was told, as they walked on in silence for a few minutes. "So it's basically a high risk, high reward game that most may or may not get the chance of playing?"
"If you put it that way, yes. Though both demigods and gods will be reduced to nothing but a mere mortal's capability, with the fog either shaping their power into already existing skills, or weakening them greatly." Philip then spun the weapon around, as he mindlessly wandered around the map. "Mind reading would be changed to bond, healing factor to knowing how to heal oneself without medical supplies. I could go on for ages, but we'd be spending too much time listing each and every modification, and it would give you too big of an advantage against us." He then released a growl, his grip getting tighter on the weapon. "Especially once you learn that damn set of skills to basically guarantee your survival..."
Twilight was unable to hear what Philip muttered, but understood what he was saying by his tone. “Back to the conversation, you’re actually speaking with the oldest version of killers. Better yet, the very original one, that only the best of regular survivors get the honor of meeting.”
“Original?” Twilight asked, genuinely confused as to what he meant.
“Those that don’t fit the Entity’s requirements of a unique or powerful killer, are given a copycat form of us,” Philip said as they walked. “You’d see people like me, but they’d still act and talk in their own voices when not in a chase. And it seems the Entity has decided to let you meet all of the original crew. By the way, please keep your best behavior around-”
The sound of a bear trap went off, as Philip accidentally stepped on one, causing him to yell in pain. Twilight moved to help, but Philip raised a hand. “Don’t worry, I’m spiritual,” he said as he easily removed the bear trap. “Still hurts to have stuff like this happen to you though. At least there was no diamond stone… that shit hurts almost as much as the Entity’s strikes. In any case, just wait again.”
They did so again, and moments later a guy wearing a hockey mask and a machete came over to them, along with a butcher with a chainsaw and a mallet, wearing a mask made of faces. The guy wearing the hockey mask grunted. “Great” the guy said sarcastically. “Another weak demigod to deal with.”
“I don’t know, Evan,” the butcher said while staring at Twilight, who looked about ready to bolt. “This one seems like that she can pick up on things extremely fast. Chances are, she’ll have THAT loadout in a few dozen trials or so.”
“Please,” the newly named Evan said dismissively. “She looks like the type that can’t deal with pain at all. She’d leave within a few trials of my own.” Evan then walked away, not even sparing a glance at Twilight. The butcher looked to Twilight, then to Philip, and finally back to Twilight.
“You guys mind if I come along?” the butcher said giddly.
Philip sighed. “Yes, Leatherface, you can come along.” Leatherface released a yay. “No regaling Twilight of your previous life though. You’ve grossed away too many newcomers with your story, both killer and survivor.”
“Awww, but I really want to tell her about the time that me and Thomas made a home made bumper car ride with riding mowers in the backyard-”
“NO.” Philip said a little louder than he was before. Leatherface then proceeded to walk behind Twilight.
I’d want to ask, but I greatly feel like I should take Philip’s advice.
“So in case you didn’t know,” Leatherface said, catching Twilight’s attention. “We killers have an almost unbreakable connection with the Entity, which is shown by a red light that doesn’t go far. You can always see it in front of us.”
Twilight looked to Leatherface, not seeing a red light until she looked down at the ground, realizing that Leatherface’s vision was where the red light was. Which was directly on her.
“Interesting…” Twilight thought to herself, making a note to look for these lights in future trials of the Entity.
Philip then noticed a totem made of bone with a fire lit underneath it, and grew a devious grin. “Hey Twilight, you see that?” Philip said, pointing to the totem. Twilight looked to where the totem was. “That’s a hex totem. It feeds powers directly to killers. Go ahead and destroy it!”
“Don’t do it, Twilight,” Leatherface warned her, knowing the outcome already.
Twilight, being too trustful of Philip, walked over to the totem to destroy it, causing a malnourished woman covered in mud and very little clothing to appear, with claws that rip flesh apart easily. Twilight shrieked at the sight of this, running back to hide behind Philip, who was laughing his ass off. Leatherface simply cast a disapproving gaze towards Philip.
The malnourished woman looked at Twilight, who still cowered behind Philip. “Quite the tasty looking morsel you are…” The malnourished woman looked to Leatherface as Philip was still trying to stop laughing. Leatherface shook his head. “No, Lisa. The Entity lets nobody attack her as of now. Just leave the trial or something.”
Lisa growled for a bit, staring at Twilight for a few seconds before leaving the area, disappearing behind a wall. Philip had finally calmed down enough to talk.
“Knew the hag trapped that!” Philip said with a smile plastered on his face. “Oh man, never gets old watching it happen.”
“Hope your next trial is a shit one,” Leatherface said while giving him an angry glare, Twilight giving an equally angry one as well.
Philip noticed this quickly. “Oh come on! It’s not like I got you hurt or something.” He then sighed, before explaining why the totem is important. “Anyways, the totem is important because it can greatly sabotage the survivors, or greatly enhance the killers. This might be the totem that allows Lisa to directly kill a survivor, or prevent you from doing generators so well. Either way, just destroy it as soon as you see it. Makes your life a million times easier. As to figure out what it might be? Well, only your fellow survivors may know. We original killers can’t teach aura reading, in fear of absolutely ruining the trials.”
“That, and it’s the Entity’s rule to not do that,” Leatherface added.
Twilight nodded, before then proceeding to kick the totem, it remaining perfectly still despite the kick.
“You gotta meticulously take it apart using your hands,” Philip told Twilight.
Twilight let out a sound of acknowledgement, before squatting down and realizing that the totem was more complex than she initially noticed, with several blood red roots sticking into the ground to keep it in place. Twilight removed one of them, finding that it sprung back into the hole where it was quickly. Realizing this, Twilight kept trying to grab as many of the roots as she can, doing her hardest to prevent them from slipping out of her grasp. Eventually, she got all the roots out, and pulled on the totem, forcing it to fall to pieces. Some kind of magical explosion that she couldn’t see reverberated throughout the place, and a couple of seconds later she heard the sound of a chainsaw being revved up far away.
Leatherface and Philip sighed. “Oh great, it was Billy’s totem.” Leatherface said, before he revved up the chainsaw, waiting for Billy to come over. Sure enough, Billy had came over sprinting to where Twilight was with a chainsaw, only for Leatherface to block him with his chainsaw before he could even get close.
Billy growled in frustration. “What the fuck are you doing here Face? And why are you guarding the survivor who fucked with my totem?!”
“Billy…” Leatherface said in a warning tone. “You know the Entity doesn’t allow stuff like this to happen to new demigods.”
“FUCK THE GUY!” Billy shouted. “BITCH DESTROYED MY NO ONE ESCAPES DEATH! MY NO ONE ESCAPES DEATH, FACE!”
“That’s still not a valid reason to chainsaw the newbie, and you know it,” Leatherface said, arms now crossed. “And why are you even running that? Don’t tell me you got another bunch of Doom Engravings again.” Taking Billy’s silence as an answer, Leatherface sighed. “Even though I keep telling you that you got no iridescent add-ons, you still do this. When will you learn bro?”
“OH COME ON!” Billy yelled in exasperation.“The doc has one, wanna-be Voorhees has one, Amanda has one, hell, even Lisa and Philip have one! I call bullshit on us, and The Nurse being the only ones without them!”
“Billy…” Leatherface sighed. “Just leave. You’re scaring the newbie, and we have to meet the other killers.”
“Actually,” Philip cut in. “We’ve already met the majority of them. I’d rather not try to hunt down Freddy, The Doc, or The Nurse, and Pig doesn’t like to be found during these times. Especially The Nurse, as it’d be a lost cause trying to keep up with her.”
“Awww, come on!” Leatherface pouted. “Freddy and The Doc are nice people, just a bit mean!”
A moment of silence between the three killers.
“Okay,” Leatherface said with his hands up. “maybe they’re a bit meaner than a bit, but my point stands!”
“Never change, Leatherface,” Philip said while patting Leatherface on the back. “Never change.” He then walked back to Twilight. “We’re going to the exit gate now.” He told her, and the three departed from Hillbilly, who gave a searing glare at Twilight as she left under the protection of Philip and Leatherface.
As Twilight approached the exit gate, which for some reason was already opened and revealed a large clearing off in the distance, a loud rumble reverberated throughout the realm, causing Philip and Leatherface to look behind them in fear. “You should get going.” Philip said, still trying to maintain his calm tone. ”It sounds like the Entity is beginning to starve, which means one of us is going for marked targets.”
”Aye,” Leatherface said in agreement. “It is that time around isn’t it?” He looked to Twilight with a caring gaze. “Truly though, I’d ask if you could listen to some stories, but the Entity can quickly become so impatient, demigods may get fed on. It’s best for you to go.”
Twilight nodded, waving them goodbye as she walked out. “We hope you’re strong enough to meet us in a real trial!” Philip said, waving goodbye, as did Leatherface.
As Twilight woke up back in her realm, Leatherface turned to Philip. “You think if I do good this time, the Entity will allows us to have a survivor, killer fiasco?”
“No.”
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As I watched the young demigod leave, I felt the usual pang of disappointment for my hunters not killing her. She was ‘meat’, in my eyes as Amanda would put it, ‘meat’ that shouldn’t have escaped so easily.
However, I knew the stakes at hand. If I were to begin devouring other gods, demi or not, they would come for me, and it would be the last meal I would ever have. I couldn’t do that, not without knowing what the fog, the very thing I’m entrapped with, is. I cannot care for prey, as watching my favorites be forced to be devoured would loosen my hold on it. The only ones I can care about are those who work with me, my hunters, my beasts, my followers, and my children. All of them are a part of me, as me a part of them
She would live. Eventually she would leave for good, not wanting to deal with the pain that I am forced to cast upon her. Like all gods have, unwilling to go through the constant torture, or become banned from becoming a killer, maybe even vice-versa due to my punishments.
However, the prey has gotten strong. Too strong for me to pierce their souls. I would have to expand my horizons. Or else, risk the fog.
I opened the multiverse to me, looking for a realm to haunt once more, a different goal in mind as I knew my proxies would deliver me the food.
The game must be changed. A new hunter must be made, a non-native carnivore of blood to feed my power, so that I can live.
I turned into my traveling form, entering the multiverse. It was time for new meat. It was time for a new foe. It was time to hunt.
Author's Note
As it stands, the story is a one-shot. There's really nothing else I could do to add onto the story, other than have it meet other displaced and meet random characters, the latter I don't plan on doing as constantly introducing characters with unique traits, is not only pretty exhausting, but they'd inevitably leave in a single chapter.
So in other words, yes, this is a OC void dweller that's capable of displacement. Like Dead By Daylight, however, you will need to brave his trials in order to live a new life, or gain some sort of reward.
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