? he was the moon, bright despite the darkness,
but even with the brightness, comes shadows, which is what she thrived in ?
* she hated marc spector. so much so that she wanted to find and kill him. but when she finds him, it isn't marc spector, it'...
Marc led the way, the two of them creeping along. His was more skilled from his time as a mercenary while Steven was trailing a few steps behind him, his hands pulled together in the front in nervous manner.
The two of them passed another one door with another, red painted, sarcophagus, that was shaking, but passed it. They didn't know who or what could be inside there and they just needed to get out of here.
Marc and Steven seemed to be coming up to a double door but a soft, broken voice stopped them.
"Marc...Steven."
Leaning against the wall just before the hall turned the corner was Esmeray. One of her hands was pressed hard against her hand waist like she was keeping pressure on a wound. Her body was shaking slightly as she kept herself pushed up.
"Esmeray? Esme!" Steven said running to her side quickly, Marc inches behind him. He was frantical, helping her lean against the wall while the other was hurriedly checking on the wound she was pressing on. When he pulled her hand away, it was coated in a black liquid, drops falling between the cracks of her fingers.
Marc's eyes widened before going to press to of his fingers to the wound, to figure out if it was a stab wound or a bullet wound. But when his fingers pulled away, nothing was there. He looked back at her hand and it was completely clean now, no remnants of the black.
"Esme! Esme, what's wrong? Tell us what's wrong and we'll fix it, we'll help you." Steven said when he saw her face.
Her hair, unlike before was now pure white, had been covering her face until she lifted it up. Esmeray's eyes were almost completely black, the white of her eyes being pushed to the sides. Dripping from her eyes was black tears, rolling down her cheeks and falling from her eyes.
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But still a smile grew, a small loved, adoring smile that made both of them pause and melt. Esmeray sniffled, moving both of her arms up slowly and cupping Stevens cheek with one hand and Marcs with the other.
Marc just closed his eyes and leaned slightly into the soft feeling of her skin against his. Steven cupped his hand over hers, still looking at her with his eyes pulled together in worry over the unnatural tears falling from her eyes but smiling a little at the fact that at least she was at least moving.
"My boys..." She trailed off with a small chuckle and a watery smile. Esmeray pushed a little off the wall and wrapped her arms gently around both of them and settling her head between them. They both heard her tightenly against them, still be careful in case the mysterious wound in the side came back.
"Almost all of my boys are back with me."
The two of them were both so enveloped in just her that they didn't hear what she said. Marc realized it first, Esmeray pulling back without letting go of them completely.
"Wait, almost? Who else are you talking about, Ray?" He asked, placing a hand on her cheek to gain her attention on him as she had focused her eyes on a spot on the wall behind him.
"Why Jake of course."
"Jake..Jake? Who's that?" Steven asked looking between the two of them.
Before she could answer, her body went lax, her skin turning grey and her black eyes rolled back. Something started to pulling her into the wall, the outline shape of her body in the brick wall was dark purple has she soon disappeared before the both of them.
"Wha...no, no, no! Give her back!" Steven yelled at the wall, smacking his hands against it in a wild haze to get Esme back. Marc was stood in shock, one from her just disappearing about that and two over the name she said.
"Steven..." Marc said hitting the others arm gently to get his attention.
"What, Marc?! Esme just disappeared, what else could be more important right now?!"
"Look."
The two of them turned there bodies when they saw the larger than life shadow behind the double doors at the end of the hall before the corner. The doors pushed open to reveal a hippopotamus. A very fancily dressed hippopotamus with a circular crown sitting on its head.
It stared back at them, it's eyes seeming just as wide as theirs, before it said, yes said, "Hi!"
Then they did the only reasonable thing when faced with a, apparently, talking hippo.
They screamed.
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a/n: oop, some lore this chapter and a fuck ton of TEA in the next chapter
also, this is what Esmeray is wearing now after the party battle. i forget to mention the clothing change.
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