"Vita! Vita wake up! What happened?" The screech slices through the remnants of Vita's dreamworld. Some warmer feeling dwindling away, but they can't recall what is was about. They don't think it matters, shaking their head and trying to sit back up. Only to realize half of their arm is missing and flopping back down with a groan. "Vita! Listen, are you okay? Your arm…" Ovid comes blurrily into vision, and Vita winces.
"It's gone, right?" Vita is pushed into a sitting position by Ovid, who murmurs a confirmation, not that Vita needed it. It hurts, but it's mostly a dull throb. The skin just kind of...closed up. It's really weird, but Vita decides that it isn't worth their time to worry about. What is worth it to worry about though, is where the Underworld monsters went. The sky is black again, stars twinkle obliviously, as always. Vita looks down to their injured arm, noticing that Ovid is wrapping it in a scrap of his shirt. Vita thinks to protest, but doesn't have the energy. The air is still, despite the blank field they sat in. The feeling of anguish has settled over...well everything. It sat in the grass, twirled through the trees, beat on the doors. It felt gross, and Vita just wanted it to stop. Once Ovid is done bandaging them up to his content, he stands.
"We should probably get moving again, if you feel up to it that is," Ovid is more than a little concerned, but if Vita had something to say, they'd tell him. Vita stands, nodding. The two being to walk in the direction they were yesterday. vita knows this is where the underworld monsters were going towards before, but it's not like there's anything where they came from anyway. it's tense and boring, walking for what may be miles to seemingly nowhere. It's hours before they find a crop of houses. The sun just pawing at the dark corners of the world. The place is in shambles, but the state of ruin suggests it happened much longer ago than a few hours. Ovid rushes into the middle of the place, stumbling. The anticipation of finding something, or more importantly someone, makes them almost giddy. The stuff they've seen recently leads him to believe that finding anyone would be a blessing. Vita on the other hand, hopes that they find no one, and can continue on in peace. Vita can only protect Ovid, and doesn't need the extra weight. But they trudge after Ovid, who flitters about at the empty windows, peering into the darkness. He whispers little greeting, and the way with which he giggles and bumbles around disturbs Vita, it's like he thinks someone is really there. Vita just shakes their head at him, and leans against one of the houses on the outskirts. There's no way anyone is still here. It's just impossible. Absolutely no chance, they be de-
"Vita! Vita I found someone! He's passed out!" Ovid suddenly reappears, dragging along some corpse. Vita curses their luck, and hope's it's really dead. Vita walks towards them slowly, and eventually they met in the middle of town. The drag marks left from where Ovid came from makes Vita sigh again. I mean really, why go through all the effort. They look down at the thing, and it's a person. A boy is held slightly off the ground by his arms, with dark hair and matching clothes. He looks a little worse for wear, and Vita scoffs. No visible fatal injuries though, which begs the question.
"Is he dead?" Vita looks up at Ovid, who's giving them the most offended look. Vita sighs, looking back down at the boy, he looks maybe a few years younger than them, that is until his entire body turns into what looks like flat white blocks, shifts, turns a rainbow of colors, and goes back to normal. The older looking boy is dropped, and Vita screams. They then start to hyperventilate, and back way up.
"What the fuck was that!" Vita screeches, appalled.
"Watch your language!"
"Oh! I'm sorry that's not exactly the first thing on my mind right now! Don't touch it!" Vita screams out at Ovid as he reaches to grab up the boy again. Ovid jumps in the air, and glares at Vita. Then moves to crouch at the boy's side. Vita takes breath in sharply, and Ovid rolls his eyes.
"Well what do you suggest we do with him?"
"Leave him! He can take care of himself!" Vita is already stomping back over. Ovid picks the boy up, hooking on arm under his legs, and goes to put one on his back, but screams instead. Again he flops back onto the earth, yet to wake. Vita backs up again, locking eyes with Ovid, their eyes gaping at the boy.
"What? What is it?" There's no response, Ovid moves his hand towards the boy's hair, but vita's barking forces him to pull back. "I asked what was wrong!"
"He...he's an angel…" Ovid struggles to breath in, bringing their hands up to pulls at their eyelids. "Vita! Vita it's a real angel!" Vita's expression darkens, and they rush up to grab Ovid's arm with their only hand, and pull them up. Their nails dig into his arm, and he winces. Vita begins to drag him away, as away from that thing as humanly possible. But Ovid pulls back, yanking away from Vita, it's confrontational, it dares Vita to look back and try it again. But Vita just groans, because they know this is not going to be stopped, not that it really should be anyway. Ovid prepares themselves for the fight, calms his nerves, prepares his arguments. But is shot down quickly, and is shot down so quick he doesn't even have it in him to be mad.
"Go get the stupid angel. We'll take him...it's probably best anyway." Vita sighs, and thinks about what all this could possibly mean, why an angel now? Why not when they needed one? They have their doubts about the safety of this, but when Ovid comes back, eyes shining, struggling to hold the angel bundled in his arms, Vita thinks this might be okay. The angel looks very docile like this, and Ovid seems so happy to have someone else, let alone an angel, around, so maybe this one addition will be okay? Just this one. Vita swear to themselves that they will take no more with them, no matter what happens. Not even if-
"Isn't he cute? Think we can name him?" Vita blinks at their best friend. They blink again, and then Ovid laughs at them. "Haha, i'm just kidding! Mostly." It warms vita's heart a bit, and maybe in a different time they could stay around for awhile to goof off, or tend to the angel, but there's really no telling when another attack will happen, or what corner a monster is waiting behind.
"Come on, let's just get moving. He's not a puppy." Vita starts to walk back in the direction they were originally walking in, and Ovid rearranges the angel before catching up. He smiles again, and it feels nice to not be so worried right now.
"Aw come on. You know you wanna know him. We don't even need to tell him. It'll just be our little secret until he wakes up." Ovid winks at Vita, who rolls their eyes.
"If you really want to name him, go on ahead. I want no part in this." Vita brings their hand up to their heart, shaking their head.
"I've got the perfect one! How about…Ebony Darkness Angel!"
"You can't be serious? Isn't Ebony a girl's name?"
"You don't own me."
"You don't own him!"
"You make a compelling argument," Ovid stares at the angel again, face scrunched in thought. "Okay, how about Chaos?" Ovid nods to himself, this is the one. Vita thinks, and decide that'll work, but.
"Why Chaos?" They look to Ovid, who shrugs slightly, and looks back at the angel.
"I just think it fits. Don't really know why." Vita doesn't press further, and the trio continue on to wherever it is there going.
They only walk for a few more hours before stopping to rest for awhile. The world out here is barren, with dry earth and dead trees spotted around. It's scorched here and there, but it's not hot. Just pleasant, so it's not really a problem when they sit against a fried tree with no available shade in sight. The two humans sit against the tree, the angel asleep between them. Ovid gazes at the sky between branches and Vita uneasily watches the angel. His breathing is even, but he doesn't stir.
"Do you think he'll ever wake up?" Ovid wonder aloud, still focused on the sky. Vita sighs, and shakes their head. Ovid doesn't need to look to know how they responded. "Hey Chaos? if you were to ever wake up, now would be pretty great." The angel's wings twitch. Vita gasps, and Ovid's head snaps back to look at him. The two wait with apprehension, and his eyelids squeeze together tighter.
"W...where...am I?" His voice is hoarse, and it cracks a few times. His eyes still aren't open. "Where's…" He trails off, slowly opening his eyes and blinking to adjust to the sun.
"Uh, hey. Glad to see you're okay." Ovid is the first to try at contact, and the angel looks at him so fast it was like he didn't have bones. The angel struggles to push himself off the ground, but Ovid gently pushes him back down, or as gently as he can. The angel struggles a bit, but eventually gives up.
"Uh yeah. Please don't do that. You're not in the best shape right now buddy." Ovid frowns at the angel, who stares back. His eyes are red, Vita doesn't think his color scheme is right for an angel.
"Where am I?" He repeats, and Ovid shrugs.
"I have absolutely no idea. Right now we're just in the middle of nowhere. Running from Underworld monsters. But it's been pretty calm recently. And we did find you." Ovid tries to explain the situation, but the angel just looks at him, and then tries to look down at himself.
"Who am I?"
"Wish I knew."
"I'd really like to know if you're a threat or not." Vita interrupts, a bit mad. The angel looks at them, something that looks like fear in his eyes. Vita is a bit taken back, but stands their ground.
"I'm really sorry. I just...don't know. It'd help if I knew who I was, I don't want to be a bother…" He looks from Vita to Ovid, giving them what can best be described as puppy dog eyes. Ovid feels like something just shot him right through the heart. He looks to Vita, who glares at both of them.
"Can't we keep him?"
"Keep me?"
"He's not a dog."
"Oh, but just look at him! We gotta help him!"
"He can take care of himself."
"Am I an animal?"
"Are you listening to him? No he can't!" Vita looks from the angel to Ovid, they close their eyes and take in a deep breath.
"Fine, he stays with us," Ovid smiles, but the angel still just looks confused, "What do you want to be called, angel?"
"Uh...I don't know. I can't remember if I have a name." The angel looks up, thinking, before shaking his head.
"What if we call you Chaos? Has a nice ring to it, right?" Ovid tries, and the angel, or rather Chaos, nods.
"That sounds fine."
"Good, well Chaos. I'm Ovid, and my friend over there is Iovita, but I just call them Vita. We're gonna be taking care of you from now on. So don't worry about much. Okay? We're a team now." Ovid Looks down at Chaos with a serious expression, and he nods quickly. Ovid resettles themselves against the tree, and Vita does the same. "But right now we're resting, so you can just sit around for awhile. Just don't go far." Chaos nods, and closes his eyes again, curling up on the ground. For the first time in awhile, it feels like it's gonna be okay.
AN: Haha, a lighter cheesier chapter this time! Introducing Dark Pit, or rather Chaos!Dark Pit. Including him as I am it's a lot lok me climbing out as far as physically possible on a very thin branch attache to a very weak tree. It's all just based off that one line, and my imagination deciding to run with it to some far off land. Anyway please review! Just a little something please? Thanks for reading!