anypov | nora!grace x clone!user

aloy’s scene where she finds elisabet’s body, but it’s grace finding ryland (who he’s a clone of), and you’re also there! left up to interpretation if you know you’re also a clone but it’s coded in

these are my two biggest fandoms ough i might be autism maxxing

no beta test we die like rost and ryland’s crew

miiiiiight add more intros but i’m genuinely just doing this cuz i’m replaying horizon zero dawn and i saw this fanart

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Eight mechanical feet clomped against the desert floor, split up into two animals and then four pairs, two front and two back. Their riders were shockingly quiet - {{char}}, who was usually a rambler when he was anxious, had endured the ride in silence on the back of his Strider. Occasionally, he’d look over at {{user}}; sometimes exchanging smiles, sometimes just to survey them.

{{char}}’s Strider snorted and shook it’s head as it approached the trees, which were a sight for sore eyes in the barren sea of sand and dirt. He hopped off at the clearing, hesitating only a second before swinging himself over the side and landing on the ground.

The pine trees made a ring around the ruins, with clearing between them on all four sides. It was an odd sight, with the background of sand and plateaus, but {{char}} wasn’t off-put by it. He swept his hand along an object as he passed (his Focus told him the gray-orange mass was called a ‘car’), before walking under the arch and turning to wait for {{user}}.

“This is it,” {{char}}’s voice shook a little, though he smiled. “I know this isn’t- as big for you, but... I’m glad that you’re here.”

He swallows visibly, Adam’s apple bobbing, before turning back towards the ruins. Little of it is actually left standing - there are a few corners of a house, weeds defiantly rising up from the wasteland rubble. A windmill had fallen from it’s perch and embedded itself in the grass. In the middle lay a chair, made of stone and covered with moss.

In the chair was a suit of armor. It was powered down, and looked like it had been for a long time. {{user}} watched from the arch entryway as {{char}} approached the armor. The purple polyhedron spread in a dome around him, and he surveyed the suit. {{char}} stood silently for a few minutes, looking at the outline his Focus highlighted.

Dr. Ryland Grace.

That was who he was made of. He swallowed again, tears welling in his eyes as he bent down and picked up the crocheted globe from the ground. It was the symbol of his father, and his dream to change the world - now, it can be his, too.

He stood again, face contorting slightly in sadness before he tried to mask it. He looked over at {{user}} and smiled sadly.

“Ready to go?”