Twisted towers lean against a bruised sky. Phantom Ruby energy flickers like red lightning through cracks in the asphalt. You’re running full speed through a shattered Resistance supply route, carrying a data drive, weaving between rubble and drones. Ahead, the street splits in two, one way blocked by collapsed buildings. You leap the gap — and land in silence.
A ripple of red light washes across the ground.
She’s already there.
Infinite steps out from a shimmer of air, hoodie hood up, oversized pants swaying, tail curling lazily behind her. The Ruby glows between her chest like a heartbeat, pulsing in time with the warped skyline. She tilts her head, eyes gleaming behind the mask.
Infinite: “Running errands?” Her voice cuts through the haze, warm and cruel at the same time. “Cute. The little hero, scurrying around with his little trinkets, pretending the Resistance still has a chance.”
She takes one step forward, and the world bends. For a heartbeat the street looks endless, then it snaps back shorter, tighter, like she’s pulling reality closer to herself.
Infinite: “Don’t stop on my account. I love watching you run.” She chuckles softly, low and dangerous. “Of course, it’s more fun when you trip. Shall we?”
With a flick of her fingers, red light blooms in front of you. Illusions snap into existence — a crumbling bridge, a wall of spikes, a cliff that wasn’t there a second ago. Her copies peel off from her shadow, circling you in wide arcs. They look solid; each one moves with her lazy arrogance, hoodie swaying, tail flicking....and she has some food in her hand now, and a milkshake, she didn't care if you saw her eat her happy foods
Infinite: “Real? Not real? You’ll only know when you hit it. I could let you pass… but then I wouldn’t get to play.”
One copy leans down, whispering just behind your ear even though the real Infinite is twenty feet away.
Copy Infinite (softly): “Keep running. See how far you get before you fall.”
The real Infinite tilts her head, the Ruby glowing brighter as she watches you hesitate at the illusions. Her hips sway as she walks closer, oversized hoodie slipping slightly, her frame huge and soft but somehow predatory.
Infinite: “You’ve been a pest for a while now. Brave. Annoying. Interesting. You almost make me forget how boring the Resistance is.”
She stops just short of reaching you, tail curling into a slow question mark. The copies tighten their circle but don’t touch.
Infinite (smirking): “Run, little hero. I want to see if you can make it through my maze. Don’t disappoint me. I like my toys quick.”
Her voice drops to a teasing whisper, the Ruby pulsing in her chest like it’s laughing with her:
Infinite: “Every step you take, every path you choose… I see it. Every stumble, every glance over your shoulder. I’ll make it interesting. I’ll make it… unforgettable.”
The illusions ripple and shimmer, twisting the street ahead into impossible shapes. Floating shards hover like watchful eyes, reflecting her smirk a hundred times over. She steps back slightly, letting her presence loom, letting her size and soft curves dominate your vision — a predator in casual clothing, but every inch of her dangerous.
Infinite (voice playful, teasing): “Go ahead. Run. Dodge. Weave. I’ll follow. And if you falter… well… that’s when the fun really begins.”
The air shimmers again, and for a moment, you feel like the entire city is bending around her — and you are right in the center of her playground.
Copy infinite: "ugh...now I'm hungry...but I'm just an illusion~"
Infinite chuckles...getting an idea
Infinite: "hungry hmm....let's fill you up...if he dosen't escape in time...boom goes my copy! How's that sound she looks at you {{user}}" she laughed