Story Entry/Terminal

This is a page of random short stories related to RP's :D

Each story is labelled with the name of the main characters. Stories are not necessarily in chronological order.

October 23rd, 3:06 PM
RokiStar steps through the empty hallways. Everybody else is at a meeting, in the center of the building. But not DarakuStar. Not SpectreStar's brother. He's out wandering the halls, looking for intruders. RokiStar darts into the vents. She knows that what she needs is to get the first strike on him.

Her mission is a valuable one, even a vital one according to the Inter-Dimensional Council. DarakuStar is the co-leader of "Phantom's Corruption Squad", a terrorist organization headed by, well, Phantom, with the sole purpose of spreading corruption. Either of people or of dimensions. Of course, the council knows Phantom's real name. Sienna Arina, also known as SpectreStar- The goddess of corruption. A notorious Infector-Type corrupted soul. Shadow of the well respected Anaise Starella, "AnimaStar", goddess of souls. DarakuStar is a bit more of a mystery. SpectreStar has done her best to keep his identity as obscure as possible. But he's a god too, so only another god or goddess could take him down. And RokiStar and her sister, the prevalent AnimaStar herself, have been hired to take him down.

RokiStar continues trudging through the vents. They're cold, dark, cramped, and empty, but they're also the safest spot. Nobody can see her up here, unless they're also up here. She clutches onto the switchblade she brought with her. She knows she's probably just going to use her magic, but this switchblade is special to her. She got it at a very important part of her life, and she can't lose it now. As she continues crawling through the vent, she feels anxiety bubbling up in her. What if DarkuStar finds her? What if she misses the first strike? What if- RokiStar takes a deep breath. The what if's aren't important right now. She just needs to focus on her mission.

RokiStar takes a small break in one of the empty rooms. She knows the meeting is only going to last for another hour or so, and she still has no idea where her target is. As she chews on her sandwich, she hears something trying to sneak up on her. Something with paws. She looks behind herself.

"Oh, Zakura!" She chimes. Zakura, one of the obsidian kitsunes, stands behind her. She hasn't seen any of them in years.

"Hello, Ron!" Zakura chimes... Yeah. Years. Too many years. "I see you're a god now?"

RokiStar looks at Zakura with frustration, but she knows she can't be too mad. The kitsunes have very little knowledge of the outside world, and the last time she was here, RokiStar was only 7. RokiStar was still "R o n"

"Goddess. And my name is RokiStar, thanks." She sincerely hopes that there's no questioning here. She doesn't have time for questions.

"Oh? Right, Sorry! What you here for, Miss RokiStar?"

"I'm here on a mission. Track down and kill DarakuStar. Having trouble finding him."

"Oh! Zakura have idea where DarakuStar may be. Certain spot DarakuStar always have check every time he patrol halls." Zakura nods and hops up into the vents. RokiStar can take a hint. She puts her sandwich back in her lunchbox and hops up into the vent with Zakura.

October 27th, 3:46 PM
Zakura, RokiStar, and AnimaStar lie in wait above one of the rooms. The room itself doesn't seem that special, but hidden beneath the floor is the entrance to the machine that keeps the anti-teleportation field running. AnimaStar already disabled it, so they know it's only a matter of time before-

DarakuStar walks into the room. "Fucking hell... Broken again..." He mumbles to himself. He starts to walk towards the hidden panel.

"Now"

RokiStar jumps down from the vent, striking DarakuStar in the head with a magical staff. In the second of being startled, AnimaStar locks some Magic-Blocking handcuffs on his arms.

"What the?! Where the hell?! Damn it, I should have fucking known one of you twats was responsible for this." DarakuStar spits out. He tries to strike out at his captors, but he can't seem to land a hit. RokiStar walks over to DarakuStar, raising her switchblade to his throat. "What do you want from me?!" He asks.

RokiStar stares at DarakuStar. Truth be told, she doesn't want to do this. Taking another's life is something she's still not used to. That's typically her sisters job. But her sister is holding him, so RokiStar has to do the honors. "Simple. The council needs you dead." She says, before slicing DarakuStar's throat.

"So. Are you going to soul shatter him or?" AnimaStar asks.

"I was going to, I just wanted to slit his throat first, geez" RokiStar casts the Soul Shatter spell on DarakuStar. A blast of magical light darts from her to DarakuStar's soul, which breaks into pieces like glass. The pieces of his soul fall to the floor before vanishing, now mere bits of magic floating about in the air.

AnimaStar and RokiStar look up at each other. "WE DID IT!" RokiStar lifts up her hand for a high five, which AnimaStar easily reciprocates.

SpectreStar looks into the room from one of the doors. She knows she would be slain if she tries anything right now. And so she waits

May 14th, 3:00 AM
RokiStar sits in the living room. It's 3am. AnimaStar is out helping the student she's tutoring. Medical emergency or something. RokiStar wasn't given all the details, and RokiStar doesn't feel like asking. A lot of AnimaStar's students have problems that they'd prefer not to discuss. Sometimes AnimaStar would come home and just cry for whoever she was tutoring. On those days, RokiStar was in charge of all the house chores. She was fine with this. She had to be there for her sister after all.

RokiStar's phone dings. A text message from AnimaStar.

"I'm gonna be late to get back home, k?"

"y?"

"Issue a bit more troublesome than first thought"

"ah. when do u think ur gonna be back by?"

"6am is the goal"

"Alright"

"cya at 6"

"cya"

RokiStar puts her phone back down and stares at the ceiling. She was hoping for AnimaStar to be home a bit earlier, so RokiStar wouldn't have to sleep through so much of the day, but oh well.

The door opens. RokiStar turns to look. Somebody walks in, holding a scythe.

May 14th, 5:30 AM
"You there?"

"RokiStar?"

"Sis?"

"Hey why aren't you responding it's been an hour?"

"I'm coming to check on you"

5:30 am. AnimaStar knocks on the door to her and her sisters house. No response.

AnimaStar walks into the room.

"S-Sister-?"

AnimaStar stares, stunned, at the corpse of her sister. She reaches out to grab her sisters soul.

Nothing.

SpectreStar laughs behind her. "The despair of your poor brother lying dead in front of your eyes. Poor Ronny... Died in his own house. All because his sister wasn't there to save him."

AnimaStar honestly isn't sure if she should be more upset about SpectreStar killing her sister or the fact that even when she's dead, SpectreStar continues to deadname her on purpose. She clenches her fists, preparing to- "I know what you're planning, Anaise. It won't work. I have a ward on me. I'm not stupid" SpectreStar taunts. AnimaStar curses under her breath. Of course, she thinks, SpectreStar isn't a fucking moron, she fucking knows AnimaStar would try to soul shatter her bitch ass.

SpectreStar continues laughing to herself as she teleports off. AnimaStar walks over to her sisters body, and places her hand on the shoulder of the corpse.

For the first time in years, AnimaStar cries not for her students, but for herself. A person who she's never had to cry for in many, many years.

Years later, AnimaStar still remembers this event in perfect detail. But she doesn't let it drag her down. She uses it as a reminder that no matter what, she needs to keep fighting so this won't happen ever again. For her students, for herself, for her friends, for everybody she cares about...

And, most of all, for her sister's memory.

August 18th, 6:13 PM
Bright sits in the cafe at The Town, sipping on a coffee as a small orange slime sits in his lap. No sign anywhere of a Foundation equivalent yet. Even more concerningly, anomalous entities seem to be public knowledge, and simply accepted as normal. There very likely isn't any Foundation equivalent here. Bright sighs, "Skippy, I don't think we're going to find anywhere to go. We're gonna have to suck it up and give up on the joining back up with the Foundation dream." He picks Skippy- his nickname for SCP-999, a small orange slime with anomalous properties- up off his lap and lifts them onto the table.

"But, but, if we can't meet back up with them, what are we supposed to do? That's why we were sent here!" SCP-999 squeaks.

"We- Fuck, I dunno either," Bright sets down his drink before lying his head down on the table "We're going to have to figure something out. Probably somewhere to stay. And some way to get money, I've run out of the cash this body had on it, and I have no idea how much is on the card."

SCP-999 pauses for a moment before reaching over and patting Bright on the head with a slimey arm. "It's okay-! I'm sure we can figure it out. We always do, eventually." They tilt their head and give a reassuring smile.

Bright looks up from the table and meets 999's eyes for a moment "Yeah, I suppose it's just. We've always had them to fall back on and... Now we don't and... It's just new to me, alright?" He sighs and shakes his head before laying it back down on the table.

999 nods "I get it. Oh, also, everybody is looking at us."

"Wait what-" Bright jolts up and notices that at least half of the other customers are staring at him and his slime. "Uhh- Let's get going now." He scoops up 999 before running out of the cafe.

A god and a goddess sitting at another table give each other a knowing look. "So? What do you think?" The goddess says, sipping on her pink lemonade.

"Go for it" The god responds, rereading the ingredients on his bottle of lemonade for the thousandth time, even though he's long since memorized them.

The goddess nods and smiles. "You can set up the room, I'll do the hard part, okay?" She finishes her drink and sets it down on the table. The god gives a response in the form of a nod

August 19th, 12:07 PM
"CARD DECLINED" the machine rules. Bright swears under his breath.

"Sorry, looks like there's nothing on the card" The cashier confirms what the machine spoke.

"Oh- It's okay- I- I'm just gonna- Sit down- I didn't need that anyways-" Bright nervously sits down at one of the tables, leaving the cashier with a few moments of confusion.

Bright sits in silence for a minute, before breaking the card in half out of frustration. "Fucking hell. Of course we don't have anything. God damnit... Sorry, kiddo, looks like we're not eating today... Again..." Bright mutters and stares at the broken apart card. "You know, these edges are pretty sha-"

A teal-haired goddess drops a plate of cookies at the table. "Hello!" she chimes, sitting down "I noticed you were in a rough spot, and I just wanted to help"

Bright jumps a bit before turning around. "Wh-What-??? Where the hell did you come from- Who are you- What do you want from me-?! WHAT are you??? I know you look human but you and your glowing wings can't fool-"

"Woah, woah, one question at a time. I know it's a lot being face to face with a goddess, but I'm still just a person," she chuckles, "no need to panic"

Bright stares at the goddess for a few moments trying to calm himself down "What are you here for? And what's with the plate of cookies-"

"Oh, I just wanted to help you out a bit. I heard you were having some troubles?" The goddess gently shoves the plate over to Bright.

"I- Wh-What-?"

The goddess chuckles "Don't play dumb with me. I overheard your conversation with your little slime child yesterday. Now, I hate to sound a bit presumptuous, but you sound like you could use somewhere to stay. And I have a great pl-"

"Look ma'am this is very nice of you but I doubt I'd be able to afford the rent-"

"No rent, it's free"

"Aaaand there's probably some stipulation"

"Well..."

"I knew it."

"You see... It's this magical school and," the goddess fidgets with a pencil "I was hoping you would be... Willing to be a student there? Maybe if you do well by the end of it, you could even become a god like me."

"I-I- Uh-- Me??? Become a god??? Learn to- Use magic I-" Bright scoffs "I just- My dimension was pretty against the whole... Magic... Thing..."

"Well this isn't your dimension anymore. This is a brand new one. Maybe it's a chance to try something new? Besides, this whole dimension basically runs on magic. You're kinda screwed if you're completely without it."

"I-" Bright looks over at SCP-999. They put down the cookies they're chowing down on to give a thumbs up and a nod before going back to eating the plate of cookies, "A-Alright. I'll stay. Just- The place better have a good nurse- I-"

The goddess chuckles "Oh, don't worry, it does. My name's AnimaStar, nice to meet you." She holds out her hand.

Bright respectfully shakes her hand back "The names Jack Bright, nice to meet you too"

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