A Visit From the Void

Thmp. Thmp. Thmp. Thmp.

One foot after the other, he walked. Back and forth, back and forth. Every now and again, he would turn around, flop down on his bed, stare up at the ceiling, then slam his fists into the bed, clearly upset, get up, and continue walking. He put his hands in his pockets, staring through the small, circular sunglasses that rested gently on his nose at the wooden floor beneath him; and at the white shoes that were pacing up and down it. He was a light pink kitsune; that is to say he had two tails; and his fur was sleek, well kept, and rather… fluffy. His muzzle, the inner parts of his ears, and the tips of his tail shared the same off-white coloration, while upon his head was a fuzz of brown hair that was slicked to the back of his head, where it jotted out messily. He had three bangs on his forehead, the same pink that he was, which were falling in his face. He moved a gloved hand (noting the white coloration of the hand and the indigo coloration of the wrist of the glove), brushing his bangs out of his glistening, green eyes. As for his clothing, he wore a black tee shirt with a poison mushroom on it serving as the skull to the crossbones, with the words “Game Over” written underneath it. He wore khaki jeans that were held in place by an indigo belt, falling onto his afore-mentioned shoes. Frustrated, he slammed his hand onto the wall opposite of his bed, in the trailer he owned deep within the trailer park that he ran.

“Damnit, I can’t work off of such little information!” he swore, turning away from the wall and stomping across the room, back to the comfort of his blue-blanketed bed. He spun and sat on the edge of it, trying to work out what he had. “All Shard told me was that it drains someone’s powers, which Kat needs to survive. I’ve never heard of anything like that, much less know how to cure it!” he yelled, laying on his bed. He sighed. “Maybe I should get some sleep…” he yawned. “It’s late, and I won’t get anything done while I’m tired…” He chuckled a little. “I’ll probably end up rambling to myself about something completely unrelated to what I’m doing.” With a second yawn, he began closing his eyes. He hadn’t realized how tired he was- in fact, he was so tired that he fell asleep without the covers on him, just… laying there on his bed.

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“Yosie… Yosie…” A female voice called to him, probably trying to wake him up. But it wasn’t someone who was in the trailer park. Actually, it sounded familiar, but something was off about it. Although, he was rather comfortable where he was, so he didn’t feel like getting up, much less learning who was
bugging him. He groaned slightly, rolling onto his side, away from the voice. There was a silence. Maybe the one trying to wake him up had left him alone?

“Oh, for Rashu’s sake, I’m not putting up with this. Fox-Top, get your ASS up before I set it on fire and MAKE you get up!” the voice scolded. Yosie’s eyes shot open, he tumbled over and scrambled to his feet, putting his hands in front of him as a reflex defense. Like that would defend him, but you had to give him credit for how fast he reacted. He had one eye closed, looking at the one in front of him through his other eye. It was her, there was no doubt about it… but she looked different.

Her arms were crossed in a manner that said ‘I’m not putting up with this’, and hinted at what she thought of him. But the thing that caught his attention was her entirely robotic left arm- sleek and silver with a black band around her wrist- had it always been robotic, or was that a new addition from when she died? Her other arm was its normal orange color, with a black sleeve that didn’t cover her shoulder but covered the rest of her arm, up until her wrist. She wore a navy blue tank top shirt; white fuzz from her chest sticking out of its v-neck and an upside-down, white heart on her chest. She wore long, white jeans, fading into yellow flames, which faded into red flames, before falling onto the white, high-heeled shoes that she wore. She had an adult’s figure- he hadn’t noticed it before since she was normally punching him around the trailer park. Her muzzle was white- tipped with a red coloration that was also in effect on the tip of her tail, tips of her ears, and most of the two bangs on her forehead; one longer than the other; which fell on either side of her eyes. The longer one was on the right; and it had a black streak on the outer side of it. She wore black goggles with red lenses, the white strap around her head, and ruby red eyes staring at him, not letting him out of her sight. The rest of her fur, including her sleek, feline tail, was a fiery orange, and he shook in his shoes just looking at her.

What was she doing here? This was his dream, and he didn’t want to dream of his own death. He knew that, before she left the park, the two had come to good terms, but he wasn’t about to take any chances with one of the few things he feared more than death itself. He lowered his hands, then in a demanding tone (although it still shook with fear), barked, “What are you doing in my dream, Kat!?”

The feline soon had a smirk upon her face, uncrossing her arms and lifting a hand to her mouth. She snickered, then chuckled, then burst out laughing. He stared at her, baffled, until she finally stopped laughing and stared at him with a peaceful smile on her face.

“I’m an angel sent by God to punish you for your sins!” she happily exclaimed, in a slightly teasing tone, pointing to the halo that floated above her head. Yosie stepped back, stunned, and began stuttering madly. He looked around for an exit, but all he saw was an empty, white void. As he did, she let out a sigh, and he turned to look at her.

“You mean you actually took me seriously?” she asked him, and he stared at her, dumbfounded. “Sheesh, people seem to do that a lot these days.” With a pondering thought, she added, “Maybe it’s the halo.” Yosie frowned, crossing his arms.

“So, wait. You punched me from wall to wall of the trailer park, and you became an angel?” he asked. “What is wrong with that picture!?”

Kat blinked, then looked up at the halo. “What, this? No, I didn’t become an angel. I’m stuck here in limbo. This is just a souvenir, it comes right off.” With that, she lifted her hands, grabbing the halo, then actually taking it off and spinning it around her wrist, from wrist to wrist and around her arms. “See?”

Yosie watched as she spun it around like a basketball, then replaced it atop her head. “Well, then why are you bugging me in my dreams!?” he yelled, frustrated. Kat finally seemed to regain her calm demeanor, looking over at him with a gentle smile. He blinked in confusion, wondering why the hell she was being so nice to him all of a sudden. She closed her eyes, sighed, then was suddenly about three inches away from his face, bending over so she was his height. She looked rather cute from this angle, and he had to fight off the urge to kiss his worst enemy.

“I want you to give up on trying to find any sort of cure or any way to revive me,” she stated, coldly. He drew back, then frowned, crossing his arms.

“Why?” he questioned. “If I don’t make you better, then Shard will never be happy again.”

Kat groaned. “What part of me being dead do you not understand?”

“First off,” Yosie began, “You’re a natural disaster.” At this comment, Kat rolled her eyes. “You can’t be killed. Second, you proved it yourself by taking off your halo.”

“I told you, this is LIMBO! I’m here because I don’t have a soul!” she scolded, harshly. Her once calm eyes boiled with anger as she glared at him. He pulled away from her, cowering in fear, suddenly remembering why she was so scary. She sighed, standing straight. “And because I don’t have a soul, you can’t do squat about bringing me back.”

He frowned. “So I’ll make you a new one.”

“A soul cannot be created.”

He frowned. “I’ve done the impossible before.”

“Then do me a favor and tell Shard I’m sorry.”

Her image began to fade, then seemed to blow away in a non-existent wind. He stared at where she was, before falling over onto his side, asleep once again.

“Just tell her that I’ll see her in my eighth life. I’m sure she’ll understand.”