Contented-Slime
Planter
Hiiii!
This is a little fanfic about what would happen if all of SDV left the game and became real
It was the important day. A day that Maru had been waiting for for far too long. Maru was standing at the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection through the droplets of condensation. She adjusted her overall straps and began to take off the little pieces of tin foil that were wrapped around each chunk. She then turned on the tap and rinsed her head in the freezing cold water. Sebastian had used all the hot water that morning and now Maru had to withstand the biting cold on her scalp. Maru watched the red remains of the the bleach wash down the drain until the water was clear. She then lifted her head.
She did not look good blonde.
She picked up her red dye and painted it across her hair. Today was the day that Maru would show her girlfriend, Dahlia, a part of her new robot. Maru plunged her head back in the sink, waiting for the red dye to wash out of her hair. Once it was out, she wrapped her hair in an old, red-stained towel, and moved to her room. Yes, today was the day.
Maru opened the door to her room. Dahlia sauntered in, full of confidence. Maru loved that about her. Maru lifted her contraption from a table and showed it to Dahlia. "Put your hand in here," she said. Maru flipped a switch. Everything was fine, but then the machine sparked and Dahlia pulled her hand out of it. Maru looked at her, confused. Dahlia was saying something, something Maru could hear, and yet it made no words.
Then there was silence, complete silence except for the humming of the machine. Maru rushed to it, looking to see if something was wrong. Dahlia grabbed her shoulders. "Maru!" Dahlia said, but it sounded blurry, unclear. "Maru! Turn off the machine!" Then everything went dark.
This is a little fanfic about what would happen if all of SDV left the game and became real
It was the important day. A day that Maru had been waiting for for far too long. Maru was standing at the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection through the droplets of condensation. She adjusted her overall straps and began to take off the little pieces of tin foil that were wrapped around each chunk. She then turned on the tap and rinsed her head in the freezing cold water. Sebastian had used all the hot water that morning and now Maru had to withstand the biting cold on her scalp. Maru watched the red remains of the the bleach wash down the drain until the water was clear. She then lifted her head.
She did not look good blonde.
She picked up her red dye and painted it across her hair. Today was the day that Maru would show her girlfriend, Dahlia, a part of her new robot. Maru plunged her head back in the sink, waiting for the red dye to wash out of her hair. Once it was out, she wrapped her hair in an old, red-stained towel, and moved to her room. Yes, today was the day.
Maru opened the door to her room. Dahlia sauntered in, full of confidence. Maru loved that about her. Maru lifted her contraption from a table and showed it to Dahlia. "Put your hand in here," she said. Maru flipped a switch. Everything was fine, but then the machine sparked and Dahlia pulled her hand out of it. Maru looked at her, confused. Dahlia was saying something, something Maru could hear, and yet it made no words.
Then there was silence, complete silence except for the humming of the machine. Maru rushed to it, looking to see if something was wrong. Dahlia grabbed her shoulders. "Maru!" Dahlia said, but it sounded blurry, unclear. "Maru! Turn off the machine!" Then everything went dark.
