"𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵." - 𝘊𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴
In which [Name], a travelling Oni, filled with guilt and a strong longing for happiness, finds themselves caught in the drama of the serpentine and meet the ninja...
A distant sniffling sound could be heard throughout the bounty, as the others were confused as to where the sound was originating from, and who exactly. They didn't know who was making the sounds, because they were all doing their own things, just as they heard a gagging sound of someone vomiting.
That someone, however was [Name], who had gotten a 'stomach bug', and was now currently vomiting in the bathroom. They had earlier felt unwell in the stomach, but simply dismissed it, a habit of what they would have to do in their.. childhood.
"Ugh.. why does this shit always happen to me..?" [Name] spoke with a hoarse tone, feeling their stomach tie in various knots, if that were possible. "And before Jay and I even go out to that restaurant.." [Name] winced, feeling an almost unearthly feeling crawling up their stomach, as they shook their head, not needing to vomit even more than they already have. "No.. no... NO."
[Name] could no longer see the area around themselves, to recognize it as the bathroom they were just in. They looked around, recognizing the familiar area of their childhood home, as their brow furrowed in both confusion, and a small hint of sadness. "What in the world.." They asked, looking around, no longer feeling the sickness in their stomach. "What.. just happened.." They muttered, as they stood up from their crouching position.
Their eyes looked around, seeing the tapestry on the walls, alongside a familiar, poorly sketched drawing that they- yes, [Name] had attempted to call a 'family photo'. A poor excuse for an escape from reality. They focused on the stick figure, with horns sprouting of his head and the one that resembled [Name] themselves, while dismissing the figure who looked human. [Name] continued staring at the photo, tears threatening to sprout out, until a gagging and a choking sound bought them out of their trance.
They gulped, standing completely still, not daring to look around, scared that they will remember. Remember the.. attempt.
"Mum! Why are you-" [Name] heard it clearly. Clear as day. Clear as pure red blood in the water. [Name] clasped their eyes shut, just wanting to get out of there. The nightmarish place that they once called home, now a figment of their memories. Their upbringing.
"Shut it you little brat! You don't deserve to live ever since you're only a child of a filthy demon! First Spinjitzu Master, why did I even fall in love with an Oni!" [Name]'s Mother screamed, as they could only reminisce of the memory. The memory of themselves. The memory of their birthday. Their 9th birthday. The day their Mother tried to kill them.
[Name] could only bring their hands to their ears, pushing down in an attempt to get rid of the sound. The dreaded sound of themselves choking on the poisoned cake flooded their eardrums, and into their head. "No.. no... no... no... no... no... no... no... NO."
[Name] finally succumbed to the silence, and opened their eyes, seeing them back in the room they were in when they were vomiting. [Name] let out a quiet breath of relief, but of confusion. 'Why in the world did that happen?' That was the only thought that went through [Name]'s head, before they looked in the mirror, only to scream out of dread seeing their reflection only being the colour of blood. Maroon.
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A/n: i am so sorry for not updating this in a while, well- not updating at all these past weeks or so. i hope you'll enjoy this small lore filled chapter before i focus on the actual plot line once again. remember to eat food, drink water and sleep regularly, love y'all 🫶 - M
