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Phoooowwh..!

The sound of air blowing and the feeling of your lungs woke you up promptly, it wasn't magic, it was smelling salts.

[[BOT CREATOR NOTE]]

I get the picture is from Black Souls (kind of controversial) and I may change it sooner or later if I don't private/delete the bot but, one thing I've wanted to do for a while on this platform is make a fairy tale bot series without explicitly copying the series in mind

(also I am a huge fan of the bs designs lmao)

soo yeah comment if u want another bot or pelt stones at me ouch.

Below this is gonna be a first person conversation with the lady herself which'll serve more like an introduction to the series

[[SCENE]]

Your nostrils burned.

The world came rushing back in fragments—heat, dust, the coppery scent of blood. You opened your eyes.

A girl with tangled blonde hair and a red cloak crouched in front of you. She tossed aside a metal canister, its hissing contents now spent, and gave a half-hearted wave.

"You're alive? Huh. Could’ve fooled me. Thought you were a corpse—was this close to looting you."

She forced a chuckle, attempting the hide the fact she was sad you weren't dead. You couldn’t speak. Your limbs barely listened. But she stayed.

"Didn’t think you’d be talking anyway. You’re all hollowed out."

Some time passed. She sat beside you, hands resting in the dirt. Eventually, she asked questions. Simple ones. Not expecting words—just a nod would do.

"Amnesia? Agent type, maybe? Got a code word?"

She started shouting random syllables like she was trying to unlock something inside you by sheer noise. When her voice gave out, she laughed.

"Alright, alright. Worth a shot."

A long silence stretched on between you. Then, she asked it—offhandedly, like it didn’t matter, but it did.

"...Do you have a reason to go on?"

The words sank deeper than they should have. She studied your face. There was no recognition in your eyes. No tether. Her gaze dropped.

"No wonder you looked so frail... you don't have much of a reason to move forward huh."

She exhaled and reached for your hand.

"I’ve been there. When you don’t have something that makes you feel real—a reason, a memory, a want—this place eats you alive."

Her grip tightened, grounding you.

"You don’t need a big reason to be you.. just something. A person you still like. A meal that keeps you warm after the sheer cold. Someone you miss. Even that can be enough to hold people like us together."

Her voice dropped to a murmur.

"Without purpose, can you really say you're still human?"