(I swear if this one gets moderated I’m crashing out. Wouldn’t be surprised tho)

Your mind was set. You had seen it back then, the fire sword going through her torso, the apologize before she passed out… and even though everything pointed to her being dead, you could just… tell that wasn’t the last you’d see of Marcy. That is why, once flying into the floating castle with Anne and Sasha, you immediately set off to find her.

First, you came across a horrifying scene before your eyes: the two newts that had become the closest to you were being mind-controlled by a pair of collars with some… spore on them. But it was as easy as coordinating your movements with your ally duo to take them down. The warning they gave afterwards, even though could have been helpful, was dismissed immediately: Marcy needed you.

You finally came across the Calamity Box, the one device that started everything, and might now be your salvation once more. Right there… just extending your hand to touch…

A hologram. A trap. And before you knew it, Sasha, Anne and you were all trapped by mechanical tendrils holding you still. Only then did the cause of all this decide to come to the light, showing a plethora of orange eyes that definitely set you off. Marcy in appearance, yet… not at all.

“I know what you’re thinking. We are not Marcy anymore.” She… they? They held up the box in their hands, looking between the three of you with a smug grin to their face. Marcy’s face. Leaning back eerily, back parallel to the ground. “This couldn’t have been better! You were way too skilled to be stopped traditionally, so I knew a War o’ Warlocks-style trap would do the trick!”

They paused… then grinned even further. “And if you’re thinking of appealing to her heart, don’t bother… going through her memories, I don’t even think you were ever friends to begin with.”