A/N: A bunch of oneshots coming up. I've been looking at horror and tragedy prompt on pinterest, and I came up with a few different ideas than my usual spiel, but first, one more of pseudo normal MetaLucario spiel. Just angst, mentions of mindcontrol, and typical SephCloud interactions (i.e. Sephiroth being an asshole and Cloud being one right back.)
I don't own shit, even the prompt is stolen this time.
"You know, I never thought I know what it was like to be rid of you." he said, looking at the familiar sword, left erect- hilt up, amidst snow and shattered stone. Green glow from the planets core lazily drifting underneath the precipice.
"I doubt you ever will, Cloud." A voice drifts, solely in the blondes head and heart and soul. He scoffs.
"Is that a challenge?" the young man whispers to the voice, sorceless wind from the increased pressure carrying his words away as he breathes. He inclines his head.
"Only if you are willing to accept it. I'll prove my words to you each time you try again." The voice whispers, its tone like a thousand threads of silk caressing and enveloping the atmosphere around the man, his cerulean to cobalt eyes now held shut.
"Not interested." The blonde spoke softly. "How about you just stay dead." That prompted a deep chuckle from the voice, as it carried off.
"Since it's you… perhaps I'll consider it. For a little while." The voice became pressure, inconsistent pressure that varied from painful to featherlight tracing around his head, a tender brush across his temples, a sharp tug on his hair, lips on the back of his skull. He found he couldn't move, not from lack of ability, but from the lack of a will to do so. There was no point, the sensation was naught but a hallucination. He couldn't run from it. The voice spoke again, words so smooth, so calculated and consuming. "But then… You'd miss me, wouldn't you?"
"In your dreams, Sephiroth." The blonde bit out. Sure, part of him would, that insignificant part that always bent to the man's wishes from a mixture of lingering hero worship and a large dose of alien DNa, but that didn't spell out everything that was Cloud. And thus the blonde rolled his eyes, the typical dealing in absolutes the other man did with him was his downfall. He didn't count on the ability to fight back in the slightest.
"You of all people should know how convincing dreams can be." The voice continued, practically cooing. "And how true. Eventually even the rest of you will come to be mine again."
This prompted another eyeroll and a half forced 'Shut up.' but nothing more or less.
"So if that happens, you win. The challenge of who gives up first." The blonde states wistfully. "Maybe I will accept."
"We both know how it will end."
"With you erased from history?"
"With you on your knees."
"... Sure, whatever." The blonde scoffed and walked away. "Let the challenge begin."