Hey there fellow fans! I realize that I should probably write the next chapter to Sonic Trauma, but I've been reading too much fanfiction abou my favorite game lately and can't help but pitch one into the bucket. Take care, and I hope you enjoy my Hollow Knight fanfiction, Wandering Benches.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I just want to express my love for this game. Now with that out of the way, you may continue.
You had always felt something when you were with Quirrel. You were always getting this strange, warm, fuzzy feeling when you saw him at the next bench. You spent hours sitting next to him, listening to the strange and majestic stories he told about his vague memories over and over again, so when you came across him at the Blue Lake you once again had that feeling that you had whenever you saw him. You trotted over to him, quickly at that. You always felt as if he was smiling, even if you couldn't see it. Though, it felt different this time. As if something was wrong. After at least five hours of just sitting there listening to Quirrel you got up, thankingly bowed your head in return for the story's, and continued your journey.
It had been awhile since you had last seen Quirrel and you were beginning to think you had missed him in the last area. You had been through two new locations and still hadn't seen him. Filled with a new feeling, that was not unlike the one when you got hit, you went back to the Blue Lake only to find his nail left on the ground. Had he forgotten it? Had he left it? Was he attacked? Questions blurred through your mind some disastrous, some hopeful. You didn't know what to do. You wondered if he was even alive. Had the husks done this? Had he done this to himself? You didn't want to think about it. You fled. You ran from the blue lake. You didn't want to think that you friend was gone. You felt something, you didn't know what, but you felt it. It felt strange. It brought void down your cheeks. You didn't know what was happening. You ran towards the nearest stag station, not wasting any time. As much as you wanted to know what this mushy feeling was you had to make it there. The void streaming out of your mask's eyes blurred your sight. You tripped because of that and blacked out. The last thing you saw before you fell into an unwilling sleep was Hornet, running toward you with what seemed like an expression of worry. You realized that you had just felt both fear and sorrow.
Thank you for reading this so far, I am open to any suggestions on how to improve this and, as it's constructive and not destructive, am open to criticism also. I wrote this in the second point of view, so you are the knight. Any and all other characters will be written in the third pound of view. Thank you for reading, and I hope you stick around for more of my bad writing.
It has come to my attention that I am a dumb stupid idiot and should pay mor attention to what I'm writing. there was a mishap that caused there to be literal code in the story. I wrote this in google docs and they too have a horizontal line feture and I thought that would work. Sorry about that. I'll make sure to check for these things in the future.