probably one of the shortest- --- The Vessel struggled up, rubbing their mask as their tail lashed wildly in an attempt to balance. Confused, they glance around; an ancient nail lies nearby, shattered masks and torn cloaks line the ground, and the entire room seemed to contain even less light than anywhere else. They skittered over to the nail and instinctively sheathed it on their back. It felt perfectly natural, though the Vessel had no idea how or why. Heck, they couldn’t remember anything. They shake their head before beginning their little trek around the room, taking in the vast, spike-filled expanse of the Abyss. It seemed oddly familiar to the little bug, and for many reasons, but the memories refused to return. Nothing made sense. Nothing. After some time, the Vessel was tired of exploring. The room was too consistent, and just so… tall. Disappointed, they flexed their wings, unsheathed their nail, wrapped some stray threads around it, and began playing a small tune. --- Characters: @MicroSoftie and Team Cherry Story: @MicroSoftie PLEASE DO NOT STEAL/CLAIM THIS WRITING AS YOUR OWN.
