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Your arm was broken, twisted violently bone sticking out of your flesh. The pain was dull but sharp, you couldn't acclimate to the pain only accepted and tried to ignore it. You were crying, your body so exhausted, your mind was running on pure fear and the absurdity of the situation, you were half laughing half crying. You collapse onto the gazebo and look behind you at the lindwurm as it lung at your right foot chomping down trying to pull you out. You let out a scream and kicked the thing in the face. You feel your ankle being crushed, your skin tearing apart, and blood gushing out. You were able to wiggle your broken ankle out of the lindwurm's maw. You crawl forward, all limbs inside the white marble Gazebo.
"System!" You gasp out, "How much longer?" You plea out, your ankle pulsating painfully. Your ankle was ruined if you didn't get help soon you might have to amputate it.
[Player 003 still has 6 hours left.]
You grumble and go for the first aid kit. The pink box didn't disappear so you look back at it. It was blank before the text appeared.
Irritation set in.
[Systam can't believe player 003 is this pathetic.]
"System I am five!"
[Player 003, are you stupid? You have temporal powers.]
"I don't know how to use it." You protest as you try to figure out how to wrap your ankle. You have two hours where you have to survive, two long fucking hours. You wince and try not to cry in front of the pink box. You wanted to sit there and cry, let the monsters eat you, but the last time you did that you lost your arms, System only gave it back after mocking you. He brought it back in the most painful way. It's like your arm being reforged. You went through the painful stink of raw flesh, to the itchy state of a scab. In all, you suffered and cried.
["Player 003 you had five years to figure it out, You are more pathetic than I realize."]
"That's enough!"
["Shut up and listen!"]
You flinch at his tone and a hand comes out of the pink box and grips your throat, lifting you up off the ground. His skin was as warm and deep brown as the Sahara desert. His skin radiates a warmth that sends a shiver down your spine. His hands were large, callous and they squeeze painfully around your neck. You gasps and your breath hitch in your throat. The scent of sandalwood and roses comes off his skin. Your small hands grab onto his hand trying to pry it off your neck. Tears prickle in your eyes.
He could kill you.
["Weak little girl trying to play with a God. I will explain this once and only once, Use your head, monkey! I will not hand feed you information stop begging."]
You start to cry and he drops you. You land violently on your right foot, pain shoots up in your crushed ankle. More tears roll down your face and you fall into a heap of tears and exhaustion. You weren't even hungry anymore, just in pain. You wanted your mom, you wanted to sit there and cry, and hopefully, a trusted adult would come and save you. You go back to tending to your wounds, this time your broken left arm, the same one he regrew and then immediately broke. You grit your teeth and try to set your arm. You pull on your arm, screaming, the bones sliding back into your skin. You had no idea how to set your bones. So you just did as much as possible, electing to try to keep your bones inside your skin.
You passed out.
And you dream of a beautiful man. Skin as deep as dark brown sugar. He had a mass of shaggy wolf-cut Deep umber hair that curls naturally. He has startling sky-blue eyes and a soft smile. With blue aquamarine quartz dangling earrings. He was kneeling before you, with a linen shirt that exposed his smooth chest. You knew who he was.
You knew his name.
Teman.
He kisses your palm his lips soft against your skin, lips warm and slightly wet. His sultry eyes looked at you directly into your eyes, holding it with such intensity. His other hand reaches for your waist possesively. His hand is warm sending shivers down your spine. He was calling your name, in a whiny pleading way, like he needed you. "Look at me, my heart, you should focus on me and only me."
This was... You realize...
Your eyes snapped open.
The Gazebo disappear and you fall onto the soft moss ground.
GRROWERL!
You had to run.
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[Player 003 you have 9 minutes 59 seconds left.]
You let out a long gasp, with every intake of air your lungs burn painfully. You kept running, more like hobbling through the forest. Your body was completely spent, every inch of your body, hurt like hell. You kept coughing and were close to passing out. You had no more tears to cry, no more shit to give, you simply wanted to die. You're mind is broken, not a single thought in your head besides run.
Run.
Run.
Run.
[Time's up.]
You collapse onto the ground, gasping for air, your head buzzing, vision splotchy. "Can you heal me?" You beg trying not to have a mental breakdown. The pink box goes blank like System is watching you, studying you from behind the screen.
[System will do no such thing.]
"... You're an asshole."
[System will not take disrespect.]
"Stop talking in the third person, I know who you are!" You snap. The pink screen goes blank. System was looking at you. You could tell the thing was thinking. All of a sudden the screen goes red and warning sirens begin to play.
"You're so dramatic Teman." You smirk. The pink box vanishes completely. In the distance, you hear a deep guttural roar that rumbles your bones. You look around and begin to freak out. Your time is up!
You're free... right?
"Teman!" You shout hoping to get the System's attention. All of a sudden you feel someone behind you. You turn to find Teman staring at you with the most hateful expression. He was in Roman esc robes gold dripping down his sculpted body. Your face flushed with a mix of fear and surprise. He grabbed you lifting you up to his face, veins popping out.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
{... Mother.... Time...}
You hear a whisper in your ears, a woman's voice. His blue eyes were crystal clear burning with hatred and rage. He was going to kill you here and now. You swallow and look dead in his eyes.
"Mother Time," You repeat. The moment your words fall from your lips his eyes widen. The veins in his neck relax and he looks at you in more of an intrigued expression. Behind you, a giant wyvern crashes through. Your heartbeat spikes into your eardrums, thumbing like an engine. Teman flicks his free hand and the wyvern's head is lobbed off.
He can really kill you.
"You?" He said a hint of disdain and disbelief. He drops you onto the ground and begins to glitch away.
"Wait can you take me home?" You shout panicky.
[Player 003 you can walk home.]
"Fuck you bitch!" You shout as you fall from the area. You land on your bad ankle again, and you scream into the dank alleyway. You lay there on the dirty street the dirty puddle you fall into slowly soke into your dirty ripped clothes. You lay there trying so hard to level your breathing. You roll onto your back staring up at the blue sky and start to laugh... a pathetic laugh, more like a cry.
"Why are you lying there?" You stop laughing and turn to see an older boy looking down at you. He looks around nine or ten. He was covered in large hands and wearing black baggy clothes In his gloved hands was a switch.
"...I have a really bad day—" Your voice cracks as a wave of tears rolls into you. The boy just stared at you, with unkind eyes. You could tell he didn't care just bothered you're in his way. "Do you need me to move?" You ask trying not to break down in front of this kid.
"You're in my way."
"... Yeah no problem." You rolled over onto your stomach not even bothering to get up. The kid walked by you, going back to his game. He stopped and looked back at you.
"How old are you?"
"Five."
"Where's your parents."
"I don't have any." Dead silence fell between the two of you.
"Why are you all bloody?"
"... Oh you know... running for my life as a psychopath tries to kill me." At this point you were crying, crying from how absurd this was, it was absurd and cruel all at once. You wanted to laugh, cry, and die. The boy crouched down before you looking at you, his red eyes looking into yours.
"You're such a crybaby."
"Eh?" You said as more tears rolled down your face.
"Pathetic really."
You wanted to smack this kid, but you were too tired, too exhausted to fight.
He sat down beside you, his attention back on his game. You watch him play. He was stuck on this one round. His brows knit together and he grumbled annoyance in his gaze. He lifts a hand and begins to scratch his neck angrily. He was getting frustrated. "Stupid game!" He growls out.
"Do you need help?" You offer. He looked at you, a quietness in his gaze.
"Here."
You shakily sit up and take the switch your left arm pulsating in pain. You were dirty, sweaty, and drenched in muddy water. You quietly begin to play the level or fight he was stuck on. He leans in invading your personal space, his red eyes locked onto the screen. He watches with awe as you beat the fight on your first try. "How?" He asks taking the console from your hands. "I've been stuck on it for a week!"
"Do you play video games?" The boy asks about his personality doing a 180. He removed the hand on his face, a wide smile on his face. You could see him clearly, he clearly had a skin condition.
"Yeah." You said opting not to mention that he needed lotion and or snail mucin. Maybe you can slowly convince him to take care of his skin, it must be pretty itchy.
"What games?"
"League of Legends," You spoke absent-mindedly. You played it in your old life, and you paused and mentally cursed yourself, does he even know what League of Legends is? Is it even a thing here?
"League? That old game? Why?" You turn to him with a small smile on your face.
You begin to talk.
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It was dark before you knew it. Your stomach growls violently. The two of you sat there all day talking about games or "games" you would like. You realize the kid, Tomura as he introduced himself likes fighting games, the games where the MC could get all-powerful and rule the world. He pulled out his phone and let you search for games. You found most of the games in your worlds were in this world, but most weren't known, they were considered "old."
"You should totally play Bayonetta!" You say happily showing him the tall glass of water that is Bayonetta. The boy's face went red seeing her.
"That looks like a hentai game," Tomura said in a judgemental tone.
"It's not! It's a fighting game," so you're surprised YouTube existed in this world too. You type in Bayonetta and let him see a rough gameplay. "She's a witch with guns that fight angels because she's on the hell's side." You could see his eyes widen and he grew incredibly happy.
"So she's a villain?"
"No, she's a witch." He stared at you and you stared back. From your earlier conversation, you quickly picked up that he wasn't fond of heroes, and to be fair you could care less about heroes, the idea of heroes as a job was ridiculous to you.
Before he could ask anything else a dark gas forms a little away from us. You look over to see a gasman walk out and Tomura stands up. That must be like his babysitter from the way Tomura sees him. Before he walks away he turns to you with a Sharpie in his hand. He wrote something down on the back of your hand, Shado3handz. "That's my socials, I like to continue to talk to you." You look down at it and smile before nodding. With that, he walks into the gas portal fading away.
You sat there in silence.
You were too tired to even move. Your eyes close as you begin to drift off to sleep.
"Oh my god," Your eyes snap open and you look over to see a masked figure. He has swords on his back, clad in red and black, leather by the look. "A kid," He jogs over and crouches down before you.
"Are you a hero?" You ask. He laughs and shakes his head.
"I am Stendhal, are you hurt?"
"My arm and ankle are broken."
"Rest," he said calmly picking up your small figure and carrying it through the night street. You couldn't fight sleep anymore and fall into a deep dark slumber, your body spent and tired.
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"And pressing News, Missing five-year-old child (y/n) has been found severely injured in an alleyway by a good Samaritan. She has been missing for a week, and Edan's Children Orphanage has refused to give a statement. The young girl was found with many cuts, bruises, a severely broken ankle, and a left arm. The perpetrator has not been found."