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Pearl stood frozen in shock, staring at Scott with horror in her eyes. She watches him place the TNT. She watches him light it.
No. No, no no no no. He can't do this to her. He can’t. He can. He is doing it to her. It’s going to kill him. It’s going to kill them both.
She doesn’t want to die. Not yet. What about Tilly? If she’s not here, then who’s going to take care of her? Tilly’s dead. The voice in her head reminds her.
She still doesn’t want to die. Strange. There’s nothing to live for. So why does she cling so desperately to this wicked life?
She doesn’t care if Scott dies. She doesn’t care about him. She does. The voice says to her. No, she doesn’t. She does. She doesn't want to care.
In the flash of a second, she sees the soulbound, the magic inking her and Scott.
A blood red thread, with a faint glow, tied from her neck to his. Like a chain, locked together without a choice. But looking at the thread, it seems so fragile. So easy to just… break. All it takes is a tug. A little snap. And she’s free. It’s so easy.
But before she can blink, she gets thrown into the ground, a cloud of fire and smoke hits her. The air in her lungs gets cut off, and she has a throbbing headache. Her vision goes out of focus, blurry and disorienting, and she has to fight to keep her eyes open.
She tries to look up at Scott. The only thing left is a cloud of smoke, thinning out, to reveal a crater filled with ash and blood. He’s gone. The last thing she sees is a faint glow of a blood red thread, ripped at the ends.
She closes her eyes.
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PearlescentMoon joined the game
Grian: look for her
Grian: but when you find her be careful
Grian: she's not exactly. herself
ZombieCleo: you’re telling us everything later
Geminitay: She’s not by her base
Geminitay: me and Impulse checked
Xisuma: I’ll find her cords
Xisuma: shes at spawn
Geminitay: omw
Impulse: Should we bring anything?
Grian: bring blankets and whatever food you can find
Grian: no golden apples
Goodtimeswithscar: I see her
Goodtimeswithscar: she doesn’t look great
Tango: is anyone else there?
Goodtimeswithscar: I see gem
Impulse: omw with stuff
Grian: X
Xisuma: Yes?
Grian: Could you add the player Smajor1995 on?
Grian: It’s important
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She doesn’t know where she is. Her vision is blurry, and a loud ringing noise in her ears makes it hard to think. She has a throbbing headache.
She feels her heartbeat going dangerously fast. But she doesn’t feel a double beat. Only her own. It feels empty.
What about Scott? Is he okay? Oh. She remembers the explosion. She remembers him killing himself. She remembers him killing her. She remembers dying. She’s not supposed to be here. She’s supposed to be dead. Why is she alive?
The colors in her vision shifts and changes, but it’s too blurry to make out why.
I'm alive. I'm alive. I'm alive. She repeats it under her breath again and again as a mantra. The ringing in her ears lightens, and she can hear muffled sounds around her, but she can't make out any words.
Her vision gets clearer, and she manages to make out some shapes. She's in a central space, buildings all around her. She sees something in front of her, colors of orange, green and brown. The colors move around in calm, slow motions.
She makes out the silhouette of a person. She hears a muffled, but familiar sound, but she can't manage to make it out. A word she knows.
She feels really lightheaded and dizzy, but she keeps her focus on the person in front of her. She keeps her focus on the woman in front of her, and tries to make out details about her.
She sees that the orange she sees is a long braid, and that the woman is wearing a green dress with a brown corset.
She realizes it’s the woman saying the word she can’t recall. She sees her mouth moving. “-earl,” She hears them say, and she locks her eyes on theirs. “Pearl?” She repeats.
Her name. Pearl. She does a silent nod as an answer, and she sees a flood of emotions through the woman's eyes. Relief. Worry. Concern. Sadness.
The woman is familiar, Pearl knows them. The woman says her name again. She nodded her head in response again, not having the strength to speak.
Relief takes over the woman’s face, and she pulls Pearl into a hug. She can’t help but melt into it, and she starts crying on their shoulder.
She embraces the warmth, not having realized just how cold she had been. It’s the first time she’s been hugged in weeks. The first time anyone showed affection towards her in weeks. Before the games.
She hears the woman whisper something to her. “You’re okay. You’re safe," She reassures her. “You’re home.” “You’re okay.” And in that moment, Pearl chooses to believe her.