Soft winds brushed his hair as he awoke, he winced as he opened his eyes, shielding them with his armored hand. Looking around he found himself to be supported by a tree in a field of odd red flowers, quite a change from the Badlands. Though, how he ended up here, he really didn’t know, the last thing he could remember was the damn cyborg stabbing him through his gut. Patting himself down, he found that all of his wounds were healed, even the wear of his Exo-Suit was repaired, the man sighed, shaking his head he decided that he was not going to question why God deigned him worthy of being saved


Standing up, the man took a look around, seems as if there were more of the red flowers all around him, hills upon hills of red flowers, the air thick with their spores of sweet nectar. Though that was not what caught his attention, all around him were cobblestone paths stretching from the tree all the way beyond what he could see, snaking around the hills until out of sight.
Smiling, the man simply shrugged, if he was still alive and kicking, then he wouldn’t question why someone built these cobblestone paths in the middle of nowhere.


He expected the stone to either crumble or chip beneath his weight, he was pleasantly surprised when they simply held him up, whatever those stones are, they certainly are made from the tough stuff. He had to stop a few times, the air in this place was thick with the sweet smell of the nectar that the flowers secreted, with his head swimming he had no other choice but to wait until the nausea went away, if the vertigo wasn’t the enough, his limbs were getting heavier and heavier to move. Despite all of this he finally managed to get up the hill.


And what lay beyond stole the rotted stale air from his throat.


Gargantuan cherry blossoms now occupied the landscape, their petals slowly falling through the air in a way that spoke of peace and finality, the red flowers from before were now fully bloomed, showing their purple innards to whatever unfortunate soul wanted to gaze within.


An unexplainable feeling of sadness washed upon him, as though something of great value was lost, grabbing one of the petals that the cherry blossoms were shedding for a better look. It was odd, he had never seen a purple cherry tree before. Much less an entire expanse of them. A frown crossed his face. Where in the name of God was he? His ruminations ended when he saw that the cobblestone path ended right here.


Looking at the setting sun, he turned to leave, this place was a dead end from the looks of it, and the horrible sweet smell of the nectar is more intense here. Just as he started to walk up the hill, he stopped, looking behind his back was a young blond girl, her form contrasted heavily with the sunset. She looked caught off guard, likely not expecting you to hear her. Although you likely wouldn’t have heard her if she decided to sneak onto you through the path, rather than the flowers. While her initial shock wore off. He decided to tease the kid a bit.

Giving her a mirthful smile he says “Mind telling me why you’re hiding in those flowers, miss?” rising to her full childish size, casting off her flowery disguise, she says brightly “I’m hunting for food, sir!” Chuckling, he decided to entertain her. “Oh, and what is it you hunt for, little one?” The blond girl smiles “humans!” He did a double-take at that “Come again?” The child oblivious to his startled confusion simply smiled and said “I am hunting for humans, sir”. A confused expression passed through her face. “Do you not know what a human is?” He rolled his eyes “Tsk, of course, I know what a human is, I’m asking you why hunt them in the first place?"

She, again, gave a bright smile to him “Because that’s what I do,” her voice starting to ring with pride “A Youkai’s job is to eat humans and that’s what I do, I eat them!”. As she goes on and on, you tune the childish tone out of your mind and focus, she hasn’t attacked you yet, so there’s still a chance that you could negotiate with her, and if that doesn’t work, you’re pretty sure you could take her on, looking to the percentage of power on the suit, it read 75%. Although you’d rather not slash a literal fucking kid to ribbons.

[] She doesn’t seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed, persuade her to let you go.
[] Prepare yourself for a confrontation, she may be just a kid, but there’s something off about her
[] Write-in


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I have been reading quite a bit of fanfiction on this site for a while now, and I have some ideas that I want to write
just saying here that criticism is appreciated.