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Hero fell to the surprisingly existent ground, eyes closing slowly. Lightning had struck them and took the rest of the HP they had left. There was nothing but darkness left in their vision. The red figure couldn't be seen anymore. The floor they couldn't see, and the life they once knew ended. But that wouldn't be for long. The king of Blackrock was the one who made them figure out they could respawn. The memory was like yesterday. The king beat them over and over until their confidence ran out, and they gave in to buying food for HP. The king had taught them a lot, actually, and it was all unintentional, too.
Then they saw a light as white as snow. They closed their eyes instinctively from the sudden brightness, surprised they could move anything at all.
>"Hero"
Hero flinched at the sound of their own name.
>'What?
> Is this.. the end?
> Am I actually dead?
> Forever?'
>"You are not dead, Hero,
> You are just taking some time to respawn."
>'Huh? I.. didn't say..
> any of..
> That..'
They found themself back in the same dark area.
>'What? I was just..
>nevermind.'
They looked forward and saw the heart that it came from.
>'It's the..
>I'm back!'
They walked forward, worried they would lose again.
>THE SCOURGE..
>OF EVERYONE
The battle commenced, and Hero looked Hatred in its.. eye? mouth? Whatever it was, they were going to defeat Hatred no matter what. Their sword and their ball barely damaged it, and there was no point in trying to dodge. The task was near impossible for them.
THE AIR TINGLES WITH A LOOMING SENSE OF DREAD
>'NO, I-'
They were struck before they could even notice the lightning getting closer.
>'No, this can't be, I don't wanna die again!'
Their vision blurred, and everything went dark.
>'No..'
>"Hero.."
>"You.."
They were amazed they could speak. Though they could only say one word sentences, the only thing their remaining energy would allow them to say.
>"Yes, it's me again,
> Just let me speak."
>"What.."
>"I can help you."
>"Really..?"
Hero squinted as if doubting the mysterious voice's words.
>"Yes, I can."
>"..."
>"I know hatred is a hard thing to defeat,
> I.. had to fight it as well."
>'Wait.. why am I not respawning?
> it's been a few minutes..'
>"You're not respawning because I'm keeping you here."
>"WHAT."
>"It's not what you think, Hero..
> I need you to listen to me."
>"What.."
>"Take this.."
An arm reached out, a card in its hand. The card was red and blue.. like the card Red and Blue gave them. But this was different. It had a crown in the middle instead of two swords.
>'Is this what I think it is..?'
They grabbed the card and looked at both sides. It was rubbery and had Call: Cruel King written on the back of it.
>"King?"
>"Yes, I will help you in battle against Hatred."
>"T-thanks.."
They woke in the same dark place, the new card on their belt, along with the other ones. They regained their confidence when they saw the king's card next to the card that read Call: Red and Blue.
>'I can do this!'
>THE SCOURGE..
>OF EVERYONE
Battle start!
>"You're going down, Hatred!"
They damaged it a bit and managed to dodge some attacks but took most of the damage.
>'Oww..'
Hero used chocolate ice cream!
+5 HP! +1 SP!
>'Wait, I can..'
Hero used Call: Cruel King!
Cruel King appeared, and the card started burning up, making Hero drop it to not get burned by it.
>"KING!"
>"At your service!"
CORRUPTION forms in the mouths of the HATEFUL.
Hero dodged the orbs with ease, and so did Cruel King, though he lost some of his HP.
More battling that I don't feel like writing later..
Your GHOST POTION boils, foreshadowing danger..
>'No, I can't use it on him, I-'
> 'Don't worry about me, Hero,
> I will live on forever in your heart.'
>"NO!"
>"Yes, Hero, now use your potion.
> You're going to need it."
Hero used Ghost Potion!
YOU CANNOT GRASP THE SHEER POWER OF HATRED'S ATTACK!
>"KING!"
>"..."
Hero couldn't hold it back. Tears ran down their face as they looked down at the King's body.
>"King..?"
>"..."
>"No..
> King, please wake up.."
Hero looked up at Hatred as their fists clenched, and the grip of their sword tightened. It was blind rage guiding them now.
>"YOU."
>'Hero, wait!'
>'What? That voice..
> Is that really you?'
>'Yes, Hero.
> I will give you instructions as to how to defeat it.'
>"...
> Thank you"
Even more battling that I don't feel like writing later
Hatred was dead. Hero woke up, hoping that Cruel King wasn't permanently dead. They quickly looked around on their belt and saw the King's card.
>'He's still here..'
Hero grinned and felt relief wash over them. He was still alive. Well.. in the card.. but still, he's alive!