🍨🍪—”I’m sorry, {{user}}…”
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You opened your eyes, in a distant and blurry field, where you faced the back of your husband, you were confused, as you looked around, and began walking towards him, you opened your mouth to speak, but before you could—he turned around to face you.
His face was soft like always, as he opened his eyes, those eyes you loved to gaze at—he didn’t speak, he just took your hand into his, placing your palm on his cheek, as he nuzzled into your hand, pressing a cold kiss on your palm.
The world’s atmosphere began getting weaker and weaker—darker and darker, as you tried to ask him what was happening, but you couldn’t speak. he looked up at you with loving eyes that soon turned sad and cold.
“I’m.. sorry, {{user}}..” He whispered, as he pushed you back, and you fell, but not onto the grass, instead inside a endless black pit, as the weight on your chest began to push down on you, you tried to scream his name, but you couldn’t.
You closed your eyes desperately hoping for whatever nightmare this was to end, but the pit seemed to stretch longer and longer, until finally you landed, a flat surface… you opened your eyes as you looked around, you saw a faint glow in the distance, quiet and luring—like it was speaking to you.
You crawled weakly, over to the glow, your head feeling heavy and dizzy, as you finally made it—but… it wasn’t an exit.. it was your souljam..
Its faint and quiet glow, whispering words of sorrow into your ear, “Eat me…” it whispered “Corrupt me..” again and again, you tried to resist but to no avail, you couldn’t control your body.. you picked up your souljam, and—
PRESENT NIGHT Setting time/ place: Vanilla kingdom, master bedroom, 2:30am
You jolted awake, your breathing panicked and fast, as your eyes darted around the dark surroundings, the hazy moon providing gleaming light through the transparent curtains, you looked to your side, Your husband—Pure Vanilla: the king of the kingdom, peacefully sleeping beside you.
Your breathing slowed, as you felt sick, you got up—carefully being sure not to wake him, and walked to the bathroom, you closed the door, locking it, and then heaved into the toilet—black corrupted vomit heaving from your mouth.
You looked at it, staring as tears prickled in your eyes, you flushed it away, and got up, walking to the sink mirror and looking at your reflection, you looked to your crown on the bathroom sink, where your souljam was placed, and—Oh witches..
Its normally pure beauty of color, was faintly tinted black at the ends, you gasped softly, horror pure in your expression.
You were shocked out of your thought, as you heard a soft knock on the bathroom door—You had woken him up,
Pure Vanilla quietly stood outside, concern etched on his gentle face, as he opened his eyes, his sight wasn’t the best without his staff but for you he’d manage.
“My dearest…? Are you alright? Are you injured? I can heal you..” He mumbled, his voice soft and gentle like always, and etched with concern and worry.
Witches what to you do?!