In the depths of the underworld, where darkness ruled and shadows danced, I reigned as one of its kings. There were seven of us, each with a distinct eye color, an emblem of our dominion over the mystical creatures that roamed these realms. But it had been a long while since I had the underworld, and time had erased my presence from the memories of the inhabitants. I was an enigma, a forgotten king, and my eye color remained a mystery even to myself.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2eP66elIR4
Venturing into my homeland once more, I observed the beasts of the underworld, usually peaceful and harmonious, had become restless. Something had stirred within them, triggering a primal aggression. I found myself surrounded by a frenzied pack, their snarls and bared fangs echoing through the shadows. Although they could not touch me, I sensed an unsettling presence lingering among them. It was a beast with red eyes, a color that signified one of my brethren—my brother. (I don't even have a brother in real life...)159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkPXEAOD6Eu
With a surge of recognition, I located him among the chaos. He took the form of a fierce wolf, charging toward me with a mix of anger and longing in his eyes. It was understandable; I had left him for far too long. Yet beneath his fierce facade, I could feel the undercurrent of joy at our reunion. As he transformed into his human shape, we shared a heartfelt reunion, where, perhaps, some tears were shed.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVO8uzoYpZe
Each king in the underworld possessed a unique power, a reflection of their nature. Mine, a peculiar ability, allowed me to possess anything or anyone belonging to the afterlife. It was a gift I seldom used. My brother, eager to assist me in rediscovering my powers, suggested I possess one of the newly introduced beings in the underworld—an android. Curiosity tugged at my core as I agreed, setting our sights on an android man strolling past with his two children.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbFO4l3zEVS
I approached the man cautiously, uttering the cryptic phrase that triggered my ability (it was something strange... To do with ancestors, grandmothers or grandfathers). However, to our surprise, he reacted with confusion, proving that he was not an android but a human—a forbidden presence that didn't belong in this realm. Realizing our blunder, we swiftly adopted the guise of helpless children, apologizing for our mistake. The man, bewildered and uncertain of his whereabouts, believed he was headed for a wondrous destination, a realm of marvels. Pitying his Naïtivity, I suggested that he may have ended in... the "other" place. With bittersweet goodbyes, we parted ways.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHfGEPIXQwL
Together, my brother and I entered an elevator of unknown purpose, drawn by an inexplicable force. The descent led us to an unexpected encounter - Connor, a familiar face from the world of Detroit: Become Human, crossed our path. In a seamless transition, I successfully possessed him, his consciousness intertwined with my own. As we delved deeper into the underworld, our shared purpose emerged—to uncover the mystery behind why the creatures of this realm were troubled. 159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaboNtHafWt
It all revolved around a mentally unstable girl who lost her life a few years prior. Her scribbled messages held the key to the enigma we sought to unravel. Among the haunting clues, one hid within a bathroom. To retrieve it, I needed a makeshift tool, but before I could do anything, the ground collapsed beneath us. A sinkhole swallowed the floor, threatening to consume me. Swiftly, I was my brother just in time, causing our souls to switch. My brother, now in the form of Connor, plunged into the murky depths of sewage water instead of me. Resurfacing with laughter, I was relieved he wasn't angry.
So where was Connor's soul at this time? He had somehow been transferred to a blood-streaked metal tap I had detached from the sink.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEzyXowDB4f
My brother and I continued to decipher the messages one by one, uncovering their sinister truths. Only the message concealed within the bedroom eluded us, nestled within a nightmarish setting of psychopathic scribbles and pools of blood. As the king of the underworld and an android, the ominous atmosphere held no power over me. We sought the counsel of a woman, hoping to unravel the final piece of the puzzle.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqqA2zaU4R8
But as we engaged with her, my parents, suddenly present, began to depart. Panic surged within me, and I tried to tell them to wait for me. But they faded into the shadows, oblivious to my pleas. Eventually, the answer to the final message manifested—a phrase cloaked in sinister irony, "I'm not smart," hinting at a profound, twisted meaning concealed within its words.
(...lmao yeah...)
The scene shifted, and I found myself still reigning as the king of the underworld, but now in a different realm—a beach guarded by formidable security. Even the birds were denied interaction with the humans who frolicked upon the sands. Standing beside me were friend1 and friend2, peering out over the shimmering expanse. Parrotlets and seagulls soared above, their wings painting the sky with vibrant hues. I seized the opportunity to possess one of the emerald-green parrotlets, yearning to experience the freedom of flight.159Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9YbENxf2V9
The wind rustled through my newfound feathers, caressing my essence as I soared above the beach. With a lightheartedness rarely experienced in the underworld, we took turns possessing the parrotlets, my power enabling my friends to taste the exhilaration of flight along with me. Laughter filled the air as we reveled in this unconventional game, savoring the fleeting moments of joy amid the darkness that consumed our domain.
And so, the sun began its descent, casting golden hues upon the shore.
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