WeepingWisteria

Neptune nodded. "It truly isn't." He- No. It wasn't he. Not right now. Not anymore. But Neptune didn't have time to think about that. "Let's get going."

Neptune came to a stop, holding on the a nearby tree for support. Air whistled through his lungs painfully, but running was worth surviving. “I really-“ He wheezed. “-shouldn’t be ...

Neptune Neptune took off, tapping their cane with a certain agility that only comes from growing up with Nellie. He narrowly avoided tree branches, not afraid of running into any ...

Heliodor Everett sighed. “Try to lean back, then.” He tossed it fairly accurate through the ghost’s head. Its face flickered, but it seemed fairly unaffected. It continued choking Estella Fay, ...

“Stop me you hog-nosed bastard.” Cyra glared at the irritated one, refusing to give them a single hint of power. “You can’t do anything to stop me.” A group of ...

Cyra growled. “I. Don’t know. You mean. I am a subterra, born in the British Underground. And the hell do you mean, a machine? Like a fucking train? Do I ...

“I don’t.” Cyra groaned. “Where the hell did I end up, the Palace of Delusions?” The scientist huffed. “Stop avoiding the question! Who created you, and what are you?” Cyra ...

Lin eyed the fruit suspiciously. It looked similar to apples, except it was stretched out. He had never had an apple before since he only ate what grew in his ...

The scientist growled. “What are you?” Cyra snorted. “How original. I’ve never heard that one before. Have you never seen a subterra before?” The scientist gawked at them. “A what?” ...

Heliodor Everett grabbed another ball of fire. “Is she immune to being burned? Because if not, this might hurt her as much as the ghost.” Estella Fay desperately shook her ...

Cyra shook their head, trying to force their eyes to focus. "What? Do you want me to say God? I don't believe in any of that, so fuck off." The ...

Cyra Cyra was pissed. No, pissed was an understatement. Cyra was about a half second away from burning the entire city to the ground and forcing the survivors to eat ...

"The creature." The scientist pointed at the four-armed person. "Did it mention belonging to anyone? Being created by anyone?" The four-armed person stirred, and the entire team of scientists gasped, ...

The scientist scowled. “What are you talking about? We left our smog problems on Earth about a hundred years back.” They shook their head. “Whatever. If this isn’t your creature, ...

The scientist rolled their eyes. "I'm keeping you with that thing." They pointed towards the four-armed person, who appeared to be knocked unconscious. "That's your creature, correct?"