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Introduction ‼ 😋

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A short fanfic I made before.

Title: Galvana's life record table

This story has NOTHING to do with The Happiest Plasma Fairy AU. This story was my cancelled AU's prologue-like thing.

Hope you enjoy...Kakaka

One day, an electric monster stayed in her room because of some illness, sleeping on the bed.

She had a loaf of bread and stew, but she wasn't too hungry, so she left the food out until it got cold.

She put her blue feet on the floor, walking slowly through a shelf. And she found a book, titled "Our Life Record Table."

"What is it…?" She whispered, opened a page with sticky notes. Many of the pages had been used, and only one was left. She began reading it.

"Nothing has changed in this life as previously. The feeling of relief filled my empty heart. That was like our ordinary, but many things changed in this life. Let me look back on this life to write on this Life Record Table.

He broke our rules, a September monster turned us back to before by using the lord. He broke our rules, a November monster's anger had strangulated an October monster. He broke our rules, a February monster burnt our square to cause much hurt. Another group broke the fog wall to kill an April monster and make a December monster insane. He broke our rules, a September monster betrayed a January monster to expose its brain. They broke our rules, their overdone love killed a December monster. They broke our rules, they made a September monster suffer to die. And we broke our rules, becoming a bad group.

And now, we are fighting each other to the death on this broken island covered with orange fog. We punch, kick, and hurt our fellows to prove our strength. For now, the casualties are June, May, and March monsters. They're all burned by an evil February monster, placed in a coffin. And also, that evil thing was strongest in this group. Nobody could resist. Other monsters tried to beat that, but that thing threatened them, trying to burn them down. He says, ‘Don't you dare kill your fellows.’"

-What a normal story that we made.

"Then, I couldn't take it anymore, turning a joyful January monster into a stone statue. The next situation was such a funny and exciting thing; they were panicking with that stone statue. I turned them into statues next to each other, making them cry."

-…that'll usually happen…No, always happens.

"When my turn came, I wished."

-I can't remember what I wished.

"Please don't let anything happen to us. I want everything to stay as usual. As peaceful. As lovely. Forever. I became a stone statue like them. Then, I realized inside of my statue."

-Realized what?

"Your fate will come suddenly."

-…What?

"That’ll change the road we must walk." "And the END of us."

-…What do I mean? Did I feel something was wrong when this…this life would come?

She closed the notebook, hurrying, in cold sweat. She felt worse than some time ago. She rushed through the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet, grabbing her chest in pain.

Um what the sigma

Nari and his daughter

made this silly doodle for the last post of 2024 cause I wanted to thamk you all for supporting me and being so nice love yall :3

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These two

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I want people to fear me. I want them to run away if they see my grin in the dark alleyway from an empty street at night. If they see my silhouette in the rain. I want kids at school scaring each other with stories about me and daring each other to knock on the door of my former house, now abandoned. I want teens going at night into the woods, hoping to record me, but running away screaming when they see two glowing eyes between the trees. And notice in fright afterwards that the recording got damaged in a non-reversible way right where they pointed the camera at the eyes, only for it to return to normal when they directed it somewhere else. I want old people to use my name as a boogeyman to scare their grandchildren. I want the local tough guy to keep exaggerating the story of a fight with me each time he tells it, when in reality he ran away when he heard something growling. I want them to somehow have a very detailed and accurate description of my current look, despite no-one fully seeing me since my monstrous form was unleashed. I want the outsiders to treat my existence as a local legend, only to leave the place in terror and forever changed after hearing my howl and seeing merely a glimpse of my silhouette.

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