Moonlark Turned Evil

Inktober Special: Celestial

This prompt was so hard to write😭

But here you go

Oooo I wonder who this mysterious new character is-

I may or may not be using the word timeline to distinguish between the past and the future, apologies for the confusion (but maybe that was the point👀)

Uhh ye anyway

Have fun

When Sophie opened her eyes, she was sitting in a rattling train.

It was an ordinary passenger train, the kind you might find in the subways of Japan, with seats on the edges facing inwards and yellow handles and bars attached to the roof, for the passengers who were standing. The window panes, both behind her and across from her, were fogged up thickly enough that she couldn't see beyond them.

Turning, she rubbed her palm against the glass, only to find it cold enough to burn.

Shoes clicked against the floor faintly, and the door to the adjoining carriage slid open. Dark brown hair, done up in a short high ponytail, swished as someone stepped inside.

"Sophie," she was greeted with familiarity, a bright smile accompanying the name.

She got to her feet, lowering her hand to her hip to grasp her sword, only to find it gone. Her eyes dropped to where the weapon usually rested, seeing only empty air.

"Ah." The boy—the man? He seemed too young to be a man and too mature to be a boy all at once—walked forward a few more steps. "You're not from this timeline."

Whatever she'd been expecting to come out of his mouth, it certainly wasn't that.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I am . . ." He paused, pressing his lips together for a time before continuing. "I am an acquaintance of yours, in this timeline. Where you're from, I don't believe we've had the opportunity to introduce ourselves to each other—though we have met."

"Where am I?"

The classic questions, upon waking in an unfamiliar environment.

"We call this the train bound for midnight. I can't exactly explain where it comes from or where it's going without causing irreparable harm to both timelines, but it's something that you created."

"It seems rather dreary for my own creation," Sophie noted. "I would've added curtains. Or a bed. Made it more cozy."

He smiled sadly, like there was something in her words that caused him pain. Her mind spun around in circles, attempting to imitate a washing machine as she mulled over his words.

Sophie lifted her gaze from the foggy window. "What should I call you?"

"Moron should fit." The door opposite to the one the first figure had walked through opened, and a young girl stepped inside.

"Who's this?" Sophie asked the unnamed 'moron'.

"You can't even recognize me?" the girl sighed, sounding affronted. "I'm your lifelong friend, Sophie! The annoying voice in your head! Your insufferable guide!"

". . . Disc?"

"Ding ding."

"That—I—why do you look like that?" Sophie blurted.

"Like what?" Disc sat down on one of the seats, getting comfortable.

"Like a little girl."

"I change things around every now and then because one form is booooring," Disc said, tossing a lock of blonde hair over her shoulder.