I... have no idea where to take this story. I had planned to go further in Tokyo Ghoul but watching the ending left it on a happy ending. I definitely should've watched the last few episodes before choosing to start my story near the end. For now he'll be in the world of Darkest Dungeon. I'm going to try and make this a longer and more personal story of character development. I'm not the best at writing but I'll try to improve just because I enjoy working on this story.
Void is definitely getting pretty stale for me. Is this what I get at the end? If so I'll live with my decision. Haha, live with it... I'll just wait peaceful for once. Did I do enough in the end? Could my choice really matter in the end? Am I still on that bloody table or stomping through those rusted halls...
No... I must keep going forward. Every step forward means I'm still alive. Why? I'm... what am I anymore. Can I really cling to the fragments or just let them go?
"NO! I Am Hoshino Doriru And I Choose To Live!" I can feel my metaphysical drill pierce through the nothingness. Getting blinded by light is the first thing that happens on the other side. Before I can even see I'm hit with how physically wrong this place is. Almost like the feeling of rotten between your fingers. With fingers being everywhere on your body.
Maybe not being able to see was a good thing. This swamp is straight out of a '90s horror film. It also seems like I'm the ghost in this story now. At least I'm not boxing other ghost for ham scrapes. Stumping forward isn't the right words for what I'm doing. Can't really stump when you can't touch anything. It's definitely a good thing I can't touch anything with how rotten everything feels.
Wow, there's even zombies walking around in here. Don't really want to fight one of those missing two arms and a everything. Haha, why do I loose everything...
Sunlight at last! Oh, this is even better than fresh air! Now that I have some mana that isn't tainted, I can remake my magic core. It's too bad I can't continue my trench to the Earth's core. It's back with... my sister. Did what I do let her live in peace? I'll just have to ask her myself.
Ohh, why do you have to go down sun? The mana in the swamp sucks ass! Hey wait a minute. Are those zombies coming at me? Oh hoho, you approach me. Your lucky I don't have the time to waste on you. It's a simple matter to just walk up non-existent stairs. Why didn't I think of that sooner? Anyway, how about finding somewhere, anywhere, out of the swamp.
Light is always a good indicator of life. Let's just walk up to them and ask for directions. Maybe they're good neighbors and will even have some suger for me. Hmm, nope... just some bandits killing people. Why does so many people kill needlessly? Can't they just kill the shit ton of zombies all around?
My thoughts need to hold for now. The knight running away got his head blown off with how long it took me getting here. I need to think of something quick. The wrapped up one looks like she's one foot in the grave. I'll need to use as little mana as possible.
Muck water shoots out right down one of their nose. With a pull, the water rips out his chest and down another nose. All of the backline fall without any of them knowing. They run as I rip a new hole into the largest one of them.
I'll choose to heal the two survivors. Probably don't even have the mana to heal them. The wrapped up chick still standing so she's fine for now, but the... cyborg chick looks... ya.
First thing is stopping the bleeding. Four slashes down the right side run far too deep. She'll have to deal with scars for now. The last wound is a deep bullet hole in her thigh. A pulse of magic is need to find all the missing pieces of her gun arm. As the pieces float over the other one limps up to us.
"Hmm?" Turning around makes my body react. An arcane blade cuts the disgusting line coming from the void. " Hmmm Hmm Hmm!" Oh fuck what did I do? Glowing blood squirts out of her... heart? Stop the bleeding... Fucking hell, this fucked up mana is causing havoc on her body. Cycle, purify, mend, cycle purify, mend, cycle, purify, condense, and mold.
Shit... She's at least stable for now. I'll have to fix up her gun arm tomorrow. For now I'll drag them out of the water and onto the bandits little camp. Ten feet is almost runs me dry, but I have enough mana left to carve out some fuck off wards on some stones. The dark blue glow of my core runs out making the last one. Now all I can do is wait.
