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(Shitposting auto-success https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQx5EVQRKnM)
“I…” you croak out, but the sounds stretch and die in your throat.
The faint sound of raindrops over dry reeds and mud slowly comes to the forefront as the silence settles between you and the goddess. The hut’s already dark interior — lit only by small slits carved high into the structure’s walls — seems to be swallowed by an incoming darkness.
You deliberately slow your breathing. It’s not labored, simply more deliberate and paced, like you’re trying to calm your nerves. Your jaw tightens; you clutch the staff with every ounce of strength.
She tenses. Shoulders visibly pulling inwards as if to make herself smaller. The goddess crosses her arms, not impatient, simply guarded.
Both of you look away, refusing to meet each other’s gaze. Nary a minute passed, and yet it feels like an eternity of unspoken words.
Her lips split. She wants to say something, perhaps words of comfort. It could be that despite being a goddess, unable to truly grasp what it means to be mortal, she understands the seriousness of the moment.
To sacrifice something that’s a part of you for power shouldn’t be a decision anyone takes lightly. “Goddess, what you’re asking of me is rather—” you glance down at your hands, fingers white, taut against the metal.
Teeth grit against each other adding the off-putting sound of enamel scraping against itself to the already somber atmosphere.
You force a few tears out through sheer willpower and tactical reminiscing of childhood memories. She chances a glance at you and her breath catches. Her projection flickers.
“It’s harsh. But I’ll do it, I’ll give you something that truly matters to me.”
Slowly but resolute, you walk towards the bed. To Remu. The goddess’ eyes widen.
You reach down, brushing your hands lightly against Remu’s cheeks. And right past her. From below you pull out something soft, purple, feathery, and straight pimping.
“My hat.”
Wearing an exaggerated grimace, you offer the pimp hat to the goddess.