So, this is my own OC in the SINoALICE world. I say OC, but it's just a twisted version of a fairy tale character like all the rest of the cast. I've always liked the story this character is from, so I thought why not revive her through the world of Library? I'll add a few things to her backstory, just to give her a bit more character and personality. I hope she can at least blend in with the rest of the cast, and that her character is just as unique, even if she might seem a bit like Delusion and Languor at first


"There's no snow," a girl said, while curled up on the ground

The girl stood up, swatting her clothes to remove any dirt she might have picked up on the ground. It wasn't much, just a white chape that hid her short blonde hair, and a shirt-like red dress with a few golden horizontals striped near the bottom that went down to just above her knees, as well as an old brown apron

The shirt wasn't hers, it had once belonged to her mother, and the chape was truthfully the only piece of clothing she had ever owned. It covered her body when she was a baby, and sufficed as a shirt in her early childhood, but eventually found something proper to cover herself with while rummaging around in her home

How long ago was it she found that shirt? The last memory of her mother? No, she also had the apron. The apron? Why did it feel so heavy for being a piece of cloth?

"This is!"

While reaching inside of her tattered apron, she found boxes filled with matches. When she took them out, she finally remembered what it was she was supposed to do

"I need to sell them if I want to go back home…"

"Is there a home to go back to?"

"Did they even sell, to begin with?"

The girl turned around, trying to find the owners of the voices that just spoke. When she looked up, a pair of puppets fell from above and landed on either side of the girl's shoulders, both devils, not one angel

"This is your home now"

"But there's a way to leave your home"

"Ah, my father will beat me if I can't find someone to buy these matches"

The girl, holding a bundle of matches in one hand, quickly looked around. There might not be snow around her, but the lack of proper clothes: shoes and a long dress to fit her, not just a slightly oversized hand-me-down, made her legs feel chilly. Staring at the matches, the girl lit a few and brought them close to her legs so she could feel the warmth of the flame, when suddenly

"Food!"

In front of the girl, a table was set with a large roasted chicken, vegetables, and a giant cake. She remembered once more, it had been New Years when her father forced her out into the cold, pitch white streets to sell matches that nobody bought

It was the last thing she remembered, the hunger she felt while walking about. She had never had a proper meal of her own. It was always scraps of food she would find here and there that satisfied her stomach, but now there was an entire chicken just for her!

She reached out to take a piece when both the flame of the match, along with the chicken, vanished into nothing but smoke.

"Ahem," Noya said, annoyance showing through her expressionless face, "we were saying"

"Revive your author," Parrah continued, staring at the girl, "kill to bring him back, and you can go back home if you'd like"

"No…"

"Huh?" both puppets asked in unison, "No?"

"No," The Little Match Girl muttered to herself lighting another match, "Bring it back"

This time, before her eyes, another feast appeared. Turkey, potatoes, pastries, and candles adorned a white-clothed table with a seat just for the girl. Her eyes wide with hunger, her mouth drooling in anticipation, she went to sit down in the seat of honor

"Nothing is there," Noya said, tilting her head

"The lights growing dim," commented Parrah, lifting a hand to point at the match in the girl's hand

Sure enough, as though on cue, the match disappeared, and along with it the shine in the girl's eyes. Instead, they were filled with dread, hunger, and longing. She was about to light a bundle of matches when one of the puppets, the long-haired Noya, lowered herself and sat on top of the girl's fragile hand

"Listen!" the puppet frowned, or rather tried to as best she could, "Why you're here, we don't know, but what matters is you were born with Inochi"

"Inochi?" the Little Match Girl asked as she eyed the matches in her hand

"A soul," Parrah explained, "A soul unique to character born in a story, or one born in Library"

"Whether you were meant to be doesn't matter," Noya went on, "You were made in a story, and as such you belong here with the rest"

"The rest?"

"Kill everything that gets in your way, and gather the Inochi that falls from nightmares. We can revive your author when you give us enough to grant you your wish"

"Kill?"

The girl was confused. She didn't want to kill. She never thought she would have to kill. All she wanted was to go back home, to go back…. back… but why? There was nothing for her back where her story took place. Her mother was gone, her grandmother was dead, and her father would beat her until she could barely stand if she went back empty-handed. As for a wish… what could she want? For someone born with nothing, who got nothing, earned nothing, and was seen as nothing, what sort of wish could she have? It would be obvious to assume she'd want everything, but for that, she'd have needed a taste of something.

Something

She remembered her last memory, the something that would spark her wish

"Get off of me!" The Little Match Girl yelled out, surprising both the puppets and herself, "I… I need to see her..."

The puppets tilted their heads and flew back, letting the girl light the third set of matches, and watched as the sparked in the girl's empty eyes returned once more as she pointed towards the empty sky

"I want to see her again in front of me! Let me be with my grandmother," The girl said, then hesitated, and added "But this time… forever"

"Then kill"

"We'll grant you your wish"

"Of course, if you don't grant it yourself first"

Both puppets laughed with hollow voices, and turned away as another set of matches was lit, and another expression of joy came from the girl they were leaving behind

"What does she see?" Parrah asked, eyes rolling in disgust

"I preferred the delusional idiot" Noya answered shrugging her stiff shoulder

"Is that an illusion?"

"She's living in a dream"

"But she knows they're not real"

"Lost in her thoughts"

"She'll drown in those dreams"

"What is her sin"

"Was she even meant to be?"

"She's the sixteenth"

"It matters not"

"The goal is the same"

"Kill everything in your way"

"Revive your author"

"Grant your own wish"

"Hehe"

"Haha"

"Kekeke"

"Fufufu!"

Once again, the puppets' laughter filled the sky as they rose towards the clouds being pulled up by their strings. The sixteenth sin in the world of Library. One who wasn't meant to be, one whose path was carved out of handmade illusions, of forced out dreams. Yes, the girl would eternally live a life governed by the sin of willful reverie