Ano... I-I don't think this is right...

[Crona looks at the pile of burnt pans with pancake batter spattered all over the counter. There's a few semi-burnt pancakes, or what are supposed to be pancakes, sitting on a plate on the one of the few clear spaces on the tabletops.]

'Course it ain't right! You're an idiot, that's why! Start again, I'll ( Read more... )

[Crona is sitting on their hospital bed, knees drawn up to their chest as they hug them and look at no particular spot on the covers tiredly. Ragnarok on the other hand is leaning over Crona and looking at the food on the tray in front of them.]

This is it? No candy or anything?! I'm not eating this crap! Crona, let's go look for some candy!

But ( Read more... )

[Crona is kneeling in one of the rooms that they hid in after touching one of those damned floating spots in the hall purely by accident earlier. Crona looks horrified at the floor as they look between the gaps of their fingers and a splotch of black is leading from the edge of the robe collar to their chin. Ragnarok hovers above the other as he ( Read more... )

...M... M-Maka?

[There's a worried pause for nearly a minute before Crona speaks up again.]

Y-you looked... Are you... are you r-really here...?

[The video feed switches on, shifting a bit slightly as Crona fidgets with the device shyly. They meant to switch it on initially but now Crona's balking with what they want to say, looking anywhere but the actual communicator.]

...M... M-Matthew...? M... M-My name is...

[A distraction. The Queen demanded a distraction. The mirror stands awkwardly in one of the empty halls since their other was unfortunate enough to not be as knowledgable as they should have been. Holding out a hand, the mirror of Ragnarok bubbled in blood form on the other's hand and took form of the demon sword. After the weapon was ( Read more... )

This place... I-I don't know where t-to go... I can't deal with being lost...!

Keep looking, there's gotta be a kitchen somewhere. I'm starving..! Took you long enough to get out of that garden place!B-but I didn't know where to go... I-It was confusing ( Read more... )

[The communicator video feed switches on to show a pink-haired individual sitting on the ground, legs pulled up to their chest and head resting on the pillow being clutched in their arms. Fingers clutch the pillow tightly as small stifled sobs are heard from their position at one of the dead ends of the hedge maze on the grounds outside. Crona ( Read more... )

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