This is a challenge I set out for myself, as I'm going to use sunshockk's writing prompts, but unlike the other challenges I've seen in here, I'm going to use only the prompts that are closest to describing a character's life (e.g. Mae). Plus, there's going to be like only 50 chapters of this!

Of course, I'm also warning you that there might be spoilers for the game, so if you're spoiler-sensitive, you could avoid the ones marked with the (Potential Spoliers) tag. That includes the supplemental games as well. Though, if you don't mind being a little spoiled, read away!

This might update either every Friday, or every Friday and Saturday, depending on how well I can fully develop the prompt — with that being said, the length of the chapters may vary.

Name of prompt will be generated via random/./org, just letting you know that.

Without further ado, let's start this.


STAR
(Potential Spoilers: Main Game/ Supplemental Games)

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

Mae Borowski wasn't the type to pay attention to educational things, of that much she was aware, but there was always something that fascinated her, no matter how hard life could've hit her, no matter how many years would pass — and it seemed like Possum Springs never really changed — or how many dangers she would face.

It was stargazing.

Something drew her each twilight towards Mr. Chazakov's house, to learn more and more about the billions, and billions of stars that gave the sky a beautiful glow, a serenity that she never truly grasped when she was at the church — though she wasn't religious, she was still going on the church grounds to visit her mom, and see Pastor K — it seemed that the blue bird was more than willing to help Mae on her path in life, while the latter wasn't still convinced of certain, to put it mildly, things in life.

It wasn't surprising that Mr. Chazakov actually liked Mae's inquisitiveness, despite the fact the young feline was prone to anger issues and mental disorders — and the blue bear was proudly smiling each time he greeted Mae, ready at paw with his telescope.

„Why, hello there, Mae!" the bear said in a rather low, guttural voice. „There was no need of you to climb all the way here!"

„Uh, I'm fond of climbing things, Mr. Chazakov," Mae replied in a neutral tone. „I just came by to see how you're doing."

„Mae, wait." the blue bear said, „Would you like to hunt dusk stars with me? Despite your general attitude, you're still my favorite student. I have never seen someone so passionate about astronomy as you!"

„Sure, Mr. Chazakov, but...what are dusk stars?" Mae asked, a little unsure about where all this was going.

„Stars that aren't usually visible, the light of the setting sun and a trick of the atmosphere helps me study them. This happens every spring and fall."

„Well, I'm ready!" the dark-coated feline replied, taking command of the telescope. „Uh, it burns! Why am I watching the Sun?"

„Not my fault you're out of practice, Mae," Mr. Chazakov said, „Now, what can you see? Find me a pattern."

„Found one!" said the young feline after a few minutes of search. „It's uh, a cat holding a head's mouse?"

„Let me see..." the blue bear gently pushed his student, „Ah, you've found Dohr, the Murderer."

„Whoa, that's a creepy name. What's his story?" Mae said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

„Well," the bear started to say, „he went past Bern the King's procession on the street. Dohr was quiet, and the king was offended."

„Huh, that's weird." the cat noted, her ears twitching in a strange manner.

„Yes, royalty is indeed something strange. Anyway, the king insulted Dohr and so on, until he insulted Dohr's chickens." Mr. Chazakov said.

„And...?" Mae looked at the bear with pleading eyes.

„And then Dohr started killing everything the king had, until he reached the king. This time, the king was silent." the blue bear said, adjusting his tie.

„This story is cool," the young, dark-coated cat said, „I mean, he was treated like a nobody. And I want to get a tattoo of this guy, I dunno."

„Well, the story is real. Real people died." the bear deadpanned.

„Okay...Let's find another pattern," Mae said, taking the telescope once more.

After a while of fumbling, she found another pattern, only this time she described it as „a fox that looks like Gregg while popping bubbles out of it's mouth.", and Mr. Chazakov consulted his guide for this one — and he wondered if Mae would enjoy this story too — so he cleared his throat and announced: „That's Castys. She was a woman who tried building a tower to heaven —,"

„Whoa, geez, that's weird." Mae interrupted the old bear. „Must've taken years to make it, right?"

„I don't know, Mae," Mr. Chazakov said, „but legend has it that she was punished by the gods, and thrown into the depths of the sea. Even then, she refused to die."

„Wow. That's interesting. Can I look some more, Mr. Chazakov?" the dark cat asked, gently scratching the back of her head.

„I'm afraid not, Mae. I'm quite tired, and you'd better head home."

"Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me."

That night, Mae had another of her strange dreams.
It was full of weird stars, and she was running in an abandoned town of sorts, trying to light up her way as she jumped over them, but nothing really made sense — except for these four musicians that seemed to appear everytime in her dreams — and each time she managed to find them all, some weird creature came above her, disappearing in the nether.

And then she was back to reality.

Groggily as ever, Mae was aware that all these dreams had to mean something, she was sure of it, in some way. Though she couldn't dawdle on those thoughts for too long — she had to hang out more with Mr. Chazakov, learn more about the stars! And she was quite excited to share this to her friends, while Angus was indeed surprised to learn Mae was back on learning — well, something, at least — and congratulated her.

[maewitchdagger]: So, uh, hi. I'm going to see Mr. Chazakov today. Maybe I'm going to hang out with you guys later!

[ladanseducerceuil]: Mae. You know the drill. Ol' Pickaxe.

[maewitchdagger]: Yeah, Bea, I know. :3

[greggthesnalconlord]: Hey dude. At the Snalcon, work work work.

[maewitchdagger]: Will be there, dudder.

[angusthedtbear]: — Away message — I'd like to believe stars expand beyond billions and billions of black matter.

Geez, Angus, you and your away messages." Mae deadpanned as she was getting ready for the second lesson on dusk stars with Mr. Chazakov, but not before she'd stop to talk with her mom about various issues that the latter thought they were worth mentioning — and making Mae uncomfortable in the process — but the smaller dark cat wasn't really paying attention, for the constant headaches that were making her nauseous didn't want to stop right now.

„Mae? Mae, sweetie, are you alright?" her mother asked, helping the smaller cat stand upright. „Maybe you should rest today, you're not —"

„I have to go see Mr. Chazakov, Mom!" Mae said, a little harsher than she thought. „S-sorry. I'm just — weird."

„It's okay, hon. Just, take it easy. Please..." Candy Borowski said, looking worriedly at her daughter.

„Will do, Mom." Mae nodded.

(After a few minutes of wandering...)

„Ready for another hunt?" the blue bear asked, adjusting his tie as his eyes were glistening with joy.

„Sure, Mr. Chazakov." Mae nodded.

„You know the drill, Mae. Find me a pattern." Mr. Chazakov said.

After a few moments of fumbling with the telescope, a shout of glee could be heard as she found a pattern that looked similar to „Bea, but a lot more uh-specialized in something." The bear looked through his guide and raised an eyebrow in curiosity, mumbling something about how fast Mae found that constellation. Silence filled the air as Mr. Chazakov seemed to enjoy the rising suspense, while Mae was starting to get impatient by the minute, until the blue bear realized it would be better to stop teasing the dark feline like that.

That is Adina Astra. You know the story, right?" the blue bear asked.

„Yeah, my granddad used to tell me this story." Mae said. „She journeyed to find that Frozen Lake and that star, and nobody's seen her again."

„Well. That is the legend, after all." Mr. Chazakov shrugged. „Find another pattern."

After a thorough search, it seemed that Mae found another constellation, this time representing „some bird that spits...fire?" and the bear took the telescope in his paws, wondering how did she manage to find them this fast. Eventually, after a long pause, Mr. Chazakov replied, saying it was „Rubello, the Pope."

„I think there's a statue of him. Outside the church," the dark-coated feline said. „I have no idea what's his story. Didn't ask Pastor K about it..."

„Well, there were two rival popes — one of them was Rubello — and he won by burning them with fire from his mouth."

„What? Geez, that's weeeird." Mae said, throwing her paws in the air.

„That's not all there's to it. He then ate his rival —" Mr. Chazakov said, before being interrupted.

„Creepy times back then." the feline shook her head.

„— and then his family poisoned and stabbed him before throwing him into a canal." the bear said, waiting for Mae's reaction.

„Geez. That's why the world is now upside down!" Mae said. „Thanks for this second lesson, Mr. Chazakov!"

Perhaps we'll hunt more stars together, little Mae." the bear thought to himself as he ticked the constellations found this far. „Through them, we learn more about our world, and more about why we can find all these patterns."