AuthorPalt
patreon
Tutorial Rewrite 18
🕑 Added 2023-01-07 15:47:50 +0000 UTCWhen I appear once more, the world is in colour. Beautiful, nuanced, exotic, intricate, wonderful, Faustian colour.
I am in a large pass, right in the bowels of a tall ravine, taller than the hill, too tall and too steep to climb. High above, the blue, blue, blue, blue sky smiles down at me. I can’t see any sun but it isn’t important. It’s blue. I love blue. Blue is my favourite colour. I’ve always loved blue. It’s so melodic, and harmonic, and symphonic. Just a beautiful colour right down to the composition.
Behind me, the ravine closes. In front of me, it stretches on for what seems to be miles upon miles upon miles upon miles, to no end but a shadowy, unseen destination. And along the way, growing in luscious bundles along the side of the simple road, there are hundreds and thousands and millions and billions of wonderful, beautiful, colourful flowers. Like little dancing ladies, or little dancing ladies, or little dancing ladies, with their skirts all flowing in the wind. Oh, how I love them.
Bending down, I pluck a yellow flower by the stalk, bringing it to my nose and giving it a nice whiff. Mellow, yet sweet, like honey, or honey. No, actually, it reminds me way more of honey. Yes, rich, sweet, golden honey. That’s what it is. Yellow. That’s my favourite colour. I love yellow. Like the sun on a warm day, or a warm day where the sun shines bright, or a day that is both warm and sunny. How I adore that colour.
And here, see, another flower, of gentle countenance, bowing so sweetly in the wind, that upon seeing it, I gently bow in turn, before plucking it from its place and bringing it into my fold. The pink leaves of this bloom, speckled by black, almost shimmer in the light of the blue sky above. Pink—now there’s a colour for the ages. I love it. It’s really my favourite colour. Like a gentle, loving version of RED. So sweet. A maiden’s kiss it brings me, and to it, I bring a gentleman’s nomch.
Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy.
My tongue feels dull. Experimentally, I eat the yellow one, too. And then I try to eat the sky, but the sky is very unwilling, and refuses to go into my mouth. Naughty! I shall give it a stern talking to once I’ve helped the rest of these lovely maidens into my inside mansion, where tea and cookies and tea is awaiting them.
I go down on all fours and start chomping down flowers. The maidens dance into me.
Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yummy. Yu
<You have learned:
Poison Resistance Lv.4>
Oh, haha, they are making a party within my bowels! What a rumbustious bunch. Haha. Ha! Hahaha. Oh, God.
<You have learned:
Poison Resistance Lv.5>
<You have learned:
Paralysis Tolerance Lv.9>
<You have learned:
Organ Failure Tolerance Lv.1>
Party animals! They are animals! Yes, I must speak to them in their language!
“Woof, woof! Hiss! Meow! Moo! Blub blub! Pichachu! Hiss! Meow!” But being so bestial, they do not respond to my courteous attempts.
Ah, but the world is looking so pretty now, with all the colours and the fireworks and the colours and the colours and the colours and the colours and the colours.
<You have learned:
Hallucination Tolerance Lv.1>
<You have learned:
Hallucination Tolerance Lv.2>
<You have learned:
Hallucination Tolerance Lv.3>
<You have learned:
Hallucination Tolerance Lv.4>
Haha, what is this, what, am I, uh, haha, inside, um, like, a video game? Isn’t that just so funny, haha, it’s like, video game screens! Wooww, I love video games, ever since I was a kid, but dad didn’t want me to be a pro gamer, but, uhh, I sure, haha, showed him, right? Gottem! Haha!
I wonder how he’s doing. He should be okay, right? I think so. I love him. He doesn’t know it, he probably doesn’t think so at all, but I do. And deep inside, I think he loves me. If he didn’t love me, he wouldn’t care.
Not that there’s much to care for anymore, haha! Look at me!
Oh, these beautiful colours…
<You have learned:
Organ Failure Tolerance Lv.2>
<You have learned:
Poison Resistance Lv.6>
I miss dad. I miss mum. I miss sis.
“They don’t miss you.”
The darkness at the edge of my vision speaks.
Oh, begone, foul apparition, I need not your pity nor your honesty! Begone, spector! Or… something!
“You’re going to die.”
Well, yeah, obviously. But at least I beat the first floor, so now it’s okay if I die. You get me?
“No.”
Sourtoad. I bet you’re like, uh, a hallucination, or, um, something. Whatever.
“I am what you want me to be.”
And right now, I want you to be gone. There. Leave me to my ladies, o spector. They are making a hell of my inside, but at least they’re having a party, so I’m down. Like, physically, I’m lying down, and there’s all these ladies around me, and I think I’d do best to eat, like, all of them. I mean, don’t they look yummy? So colourful… except that WHITE one. It looks something foul, and it reeks, and nobody likes it, and everyone wishes it would just stop coming to the party and bringing down the mood.
A black hand reaches across my vision, pointing, guiding, putting a single night-black finger against the petals of the ugly little white flower.
“Eat it, and you will live.”
…No. Look, all of these flowers are yummy but that one. No way. I can already tell it tastes like the inside of a washing machine, or a toilet bowl, or even the inside of a washing machine. No way in hell.
“It is your only way.”
And you know what I don’t get? You. I told you I don’t want to see you, and yet, here you are, goading me on to eat the one lady here I would rather grind to a fine paste beneath my Gucci soles. Is this just to taunt me, o spector? You spooky dork?
“Eat it.”
No.
“Eat it.”
Nuh uh.
“Eat it.”
Nuh. Uh.
The spectre quiets for a second. After a moment, she steps to the side, making the darkness in my vision shift, revealing a flowery lady just out of sight, in a rainbow gown with streaks of all the colours of a prism in her hair, with the most radiant smile you’d ever see. The spectre plucks her from her place and holds her in her black hand.
“If you eat the white flower, I will give you this."
…
…
You got yourself a deal, partner!
In one smooth movement, I bring my wrist to my face, gnaw into the veins, and once the blood flows like wine in a frat party, I hold it over the WHITE lady, turning her RED.
And then I face-slam her with my mouth open.
…Yummy. I suppose.
<White Death consumed.
Prepare yourself.>
Huh. Hm. That’s, uhhh…
<You have learned:
Poison Resistance Lv.7>
<You have learned:
Poison Resistance Lv.8>
<You have learned:
Poison Resistance Lv.9>
<You have learned:
Poison Resistance Lv.10>
<You have learned:
Poison Protection Lv.1>
<You have learned:
Organ Failure Tolerance Lv.3>
<...>
<You have learned:
Organ Failure Tolerance Lv.10>
<You have learned:
Organ Failure Resistance Lv.1>
<You have learned:
Organ Failure Resistance Lv.2>
<You have learned:
Necrosis Tolerance Lv.1>
<You have learned:
Necrosis Tolerance Lv.2>
<You have learned:
Necrosis Tolerance Lv.3>
<...>
<You have learned:
Necrosis Tolerance Lv.10>
<You have learned:
Necrosis Resistance Lv.1>
<You have learned:
Coma Tolerance Lv.1>
<You have learned:
Coma Tolerance Lv.2>
<You have learned:
Coma Tolerance Lv.3>
<...>
<You have learned:
Coma Tolerance Lv.10>
<You have learned:
Coma Resistance Lv.1>
<You have learned:
Oxygen Deficiency Resistance Lv.1>
<You have learned:
Oxygen Deficiency Resistance Lv.2>
I…
Don’t…
Feel…
So…
Good…
The Spectre Embraces Me And Brings Me Into Her Loving Arms
