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6/2/2025, 7:03:04 AM
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He turns, eyes going wide in fear as a cloaked figure stands behind him. “Hello again, punching bag.” she addresses, delivering a quick jab to his gut. He coughs out, the grip on one of the fruits loosening, with the girl catching it. You dash at her to keep her from hurting the demon man any further, or from getting the other fruit, taking a defensive stance. She backs away, stuffing the fruit into a container quickly. “Well well… finally, you found me.” she chuckles out.
“I want some answers, now, Reapa.” you demand of her.
The flowing air starts to pick up, letting you get a better look at what’s under the cloak. Her outfit is… a bit of a mishmash of things, PTO boots, short shorts, mismatched leggings, fingerless gauntlets, a white tail wrapped around a waistcape made of… feathers for some reason, a black undershirt or tubetop, a tattered white vest, you even notice what’s like… is that a tam cap? A bonnet? Some kind of woolly cap on top of her head. But that’s where you see it most clearly. Her face. It’s absolutely your face, save the horns, pointed ears, red eyes, and the white hair. She also looks ever so slightly younger than you. Someone so close to being you, and yet clearly not.
“Going with that name, are ya?” the girl asks with a grin. “Eh, I guess you never did really pick one for me, better late than never. Coulda’ gone with something cuter though. Like Emberly. Or Bonney. I was almost partial to Savina too.”
“...Pick one for you?” you repeat. “The hell are you talking about?”
“Oh I’m so hurt!~” she clearly faux-complains. “And after all this time, all those little visits helping out the dumb imp of a prince, I thought you fiiiiinally cared enough…”
“Okay, that’s enough taunting. Get to the point.” you demand.
“You really did forget about me…” she asks, her tone shifting into a more serious one as she gives you a harsh glare, with her asking in a tone you recognize as one you… used to address mom with, “…mama?”
…
What.
“Excuse me?” you ask.
Her face eases as she shrugs. “Though I guess if we wanna be technical, you’re more a ‘papa’ to me, really... still, I think we’re done here, so…” She then sticks her tongue out at you. “PPPBBTTTT! LATER LOSER! HAHAHAHA!~”
>A. Wait wait wait, you owe me more answers! The hell does ANY of that mean?!
>B. Not with that fruit you’re not! Come here!
>C. Uh-uh. Clothes Beam some restraints to her, no getting away this time!
>D. …Okay. This child is a brat and needs a good smack. Peppa smash!
>E. Something else?
He turns, eyes going wide in fear as a cloaked figure stands behind him. “Hello again, punching bag.” she addresses, delivering a quick jab to his gut. He coughs out, the grip on one of the fruits loosening, with the girl catching it. You dash at her to keep her from hurting the demon man any further, or from getting the other fruit, taking a defensive stance. She backs away, stuffing the fruit into a container quickly. “Well well… finally, you found me.” she chuckles out.
“I want some answers, now, Reapa.” you demand of her.
The flowing air starts to pick up, letting you get a better look at what’s under the cloak. Her outfit is… a bit of a mishmash of things, PTO boots, short shorts, mismatched leggings, fingerless gauntlets, a white tail wrapped around a waistcape made of… feathers for some reason, a black undershirt or tubetop, a tattered white vest, you even notice what’s like… is that a tam cap? A bonnet? Some kind of woolly cap on top of her head. But that’s where you see it most clearly. Her face. It’s absolutely your face, save the horns, pointed ears, red eyes, and the white hair. She also looks ever so slightly younger than you. Someone so close to being you, and yet clearly not.
“Going with that name, are ya?” the girl asks with a grin. “Eh, I guess you never did really pick one for me, better late than never. Coulda’ gone with something cuter though. Like Emberly. Or Bonney. I was almost partial to Savina too.”
“...Pick one for you?” you repeat. “The hell are you talking about?”
“Oh I’m so hurt!~” she clearly faux-complains. “And after all this time, all those little visits helping out the dumb imp of a prince, I thought you fiiiiinally cared enough…”
“Okay, that’s enough taunting. Get to the point.” you demand.
“You really did forget about me…” she asks, her tone shifting into a more serious one as she gives you a harsh glare, with her asking in a tone you recognize as one you… used to address mom with, “…mama?”
…
What.
“Excuse me?” you ask.
Her face eases as she shrugs. “Though I guess if we wanna be technical, you’re more a ‘papa’ to me, really... still, I think we’re done here, so…” She then sticks her tongue out at you. “PPPBBTTTT! LATER LOSER! HAHAHAHA!~”
>A. Wait wait wait, you owe me more answers! The hell does ANY of that mean?!
>B. Not with that fruit you’re not! Come here!
>C. Uh-uh. Clothes Beam some restraints to her, no getting away this time!
>D. …Okay. This child is a brat and needs a good smack. Peppa smash!
>E. Something else?
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