Greetings, dear readers,
I have resumed writing, and while I haven't given up on my other story, this one will take priority for now. Sorry for keeping you waiting, but life is messy and confusing and wonderful. Now then, a fair warning, this story is not for the faint of heart, I make no predictions how gruesome or twisted it will get, things may even take a turn for the perverse, but if you stick with our heroes they may just make it through.
Disclaimer for the whole Fanfic: I own nether Darkest dungeon nor Star vs. the forces of evil.
This Story branches off from the season 2 episode "Bon Bon the birthday clown"
If you feel like it, you can watch that Episode again, until the point where Marco says... wait for it...
Prolouge: Disturbing Divergence
"I'm not letting go!" Marco declared firmly.
Star gazed at her dearest companion with supressed terror, residual guilt, a desire to save at least him, and a pang of grattitude. Her features were highlited in the sickening green glow of the abyss behind her, pulling her in with sheer inexorable force. The two of them felt a rush of hope when Jackie and Janna added themselves to the chain of would be saviours, and they began pulling with all their combined might.
Just when they mabe an inch of progress backwards, Marco felt the hand of his bestie slipping, his heart lept, his knuckles turned even whiter as he expunged the last of his strength to save her, but the sweat of terror that greased their hands knew no mercy.
"STAR!" Calling her name in desperation was all he could do, as she slipped irrevocably. Tears filled their locked gazes just before the tips of her fingers left him, sending the princess hurtling backwards, to be to be devoured by an unknown beyond.
Not a fraction of a moment too soon, the portal to nowhere closed in an instant blinding flash, knocking all of them to the cold soil.
The confusion settled as slow as the dust around them. The hispanic's adrenaline levels were about to subside, when his dizzy mind comprehended the terrible noise that pierced the night. He looked up to see his dear Star wringing strangled cries from her painfully contorted face, her fingernails digging into the earth to the point of splintering. Propping himself up to look at her form was all it took for any relief about her not being sucked in to morph into abject horror. Star was writhing miserably, because her legs were missing from the hem of her dress down, and her royal blood was pooling rapidly behind her.
The die is cast, now only time will tell what will come of it.
Every review and criticism is greatly appreciated