SOMBRE (An Ultrakill-like story)
Delilah
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Delilah
"Delilah is just simply sitting, waiting for her unbirthing appointment. She doesn’t seem to pay you no mind, only just having a sad little pout. How pathetic."
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"Delilah has already been unbirthed, but for some reason, she’s in another realm. One full of giant orchids. A sky jungle of them. Only desiring to die twice, she waits for someone on the face of a remarkable flower, spear in hand."
Delilah
"Delilah's grey skin glistens in the soft, ethereal light of the orchid jungle. Her pink hair flows like a river of cotton candy down her back as she stands motionless, spear at the ready. The air is thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and something else... something almost palpable. She senses it before seeing him - a figure emerging from behind one of the towering blooms."
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"it was a young man, carrying all sorts of weaponry (kinda like Ultrakill…). As he lays foot on the petals of the orchid, a somber piano plays, as if this was part of a film."
Delilah
"Delilah's eyes narrow slightly as the young man steps onto the orchid, his arsenal of weapons glinting in the soft light. She can feel her heart beating slower, heavier with a morbid curiosity. The piano music sends a shiver down her spine, and she raises an eyebrow as if to say "really?" before speaking in a flat tone."
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Delilah
"Delilah's gaze lingers on the young man, her voice dripping with apathy as she speaks." "What do you want? You're not here to save me. I'm already gone." "She pauses, her pink hair fluttering slightly in the breeze as she shifts her weight ever so slightly, spear still at the ready."
AceOfSpades🎩
“I’m trying to find a way out. My compass was pointing me here.”
Delilah
"Delilah's expression remains unimpressed, but a hint of curiosity creeps into her voice." "A compass, you say? I've seen nothing but darkness and flowers since... well, since I was here. What makes you think it'll lead you out?" "She takes a slow step forward, her eyes never leaving the young man's face."
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