Complete our Group Five Story. One day…
In a dark alleyway there was a body moving on its own accord, drawing agonizing gashes across its own flesh with its fingernails. The human seemed helpless, possessed by an unknown force; unseen by the naked eye and unheard by the normal ear.
As if in wait, the shadows surrounding the body elongated in the cold alleyway almost beckoning to the figure approaching the mouth of narrow space. Quick footsteps brought an assured figure just a few inches from the convulsing body.
Blood was everywhere.
The shadow-engulfed body started thrashing as if taken over by an angry spirit dying to devour its prey.
Unafraid, the figure moved towards the frenzied phenomenon for a closer inspection. The only thing discernible about the figure was its reddish-yellow eyes that seemed to pierce through everything.
“Who are you?!”a clear voice inquired.
An inhuman shriek bellowed across the alleyway.
The questioning figure remained rooted to the same spot.
“Your death,” the answer was almost unintelligible as if coming from a broken record played on a very old gramophone. Like a cheap B-movie, this triggered a background music that almost seemed foreboding.
“You wish.” The response was more matter-of-fact that prideful.
A mixture of sound made up of the low growl of dogs and metallic scraping created a cacophony not meant to be within the range of human hearing. It was as if listening to it for long-term might render any ear useless.
A dreadful laugh accentuated the growing sound. “I am not powerful, but I have been given temporary powers by the Holy ▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅▂▂▃▃▄▄”
The noise was getting louder by the minute and the shadows behind the figure seemed to dance in glee, turning every involuntary thrash to a blood-curdling scream.
“What did you say?!”
“▂▂ly A-Cup has empowered me to send you to the battle ground. ▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!”
Before the figure could utter another word, a dark portal opened on the ground, readily sucking the figure in. It was as if a mini-blackhole had opened the gates to hell and no force could stop the descent.
Nothing but silence followed after the disappearance. No scream, no thrashing or even movement was noted after that anomaly. It was as if nothing had happened at all. The unearthly chill in the air had been replaced with the warm, polluted breeze of the city. Even the bubble of silence seemed to have burst, and the echoes of cars rolling by and people laughing on the streets resumed. The world kept going without an inkling of what just happened.
“Where am I?!”
“OH FUUUUU**, another one!”
“Do I know you?!”
“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY VOICE!”
“Are you telling me, you are not some knife wielding assassin?!”
“Uh… That’s confidential!”
“Wait a minute. Did you just jump through some portal to here?”
“Not specifically jumped but thrown by some crazed person…”
“Not trying to be rude or anything but is this some cosplay convention? Do I have to wear a costume too?!”
“Are you Kyokai?”
“How did you know?!”
“We’ve talked before, if you remember.”
“I remember faces and even voice… You are definitely not someone I have heard or met before…”
“I’m sure, I don’t look like a moe dragon in real life but things happened…”
“I was on a trip to Europe! What is this, I don’t even…!!!”
“Ah yeah…. this is Avvesione and I’m not sure how I became a moe-knight…”
“What the hell guys?! Did we just get rule 63’d….?!”
A giant realization hit the four figures, who had already started sweating in the humid dark forest they had landed in.
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|Is this our punishment of participating in this Holy-Grailish Tourney? What did we do wrong in getting rule 63’d?! Help us out on the Group Five Polls of Aniblog Tourney, will you?! If you just went WTH did I just read; the above picture helps even when it’s gender-swapped (check those colours!). We recently did MetaVerse podcastwith them so we are buddies enough to go on an adventure together.
So, on a creative note, I didn’t get the art drawn by Fosh, type this in an hour and got it proofread by Overcooled for nothing! This is your creativity exercise in ‘continuing this story’ (forget about grammar or even English barriers; just go with the flow). The only thing you have to do is comment with the continuation of whatever you see fit as our ‘adventures’ in a line or more (there’s no maximum limit) to participate in this collaboration. Some of the Metanorn writers will add in few flags or legends, while the story progresses to give it a push whenever needed but almost every plot pointer is there for you to manipulate. So, go crazy and let’s get this thing rolling~