This Scratch project is a part of a story series. You can read the story down below in the "Notes and Credits". When you see the symbol (#) click/tap the image to switch to the next one!
(WARNING: This story may be upsetting for some readers.) {Setting: Crisis City, Mephiles’ Computer Room} Kaylee lets out small hiccups while slowly kneeling to the ground, clutching her plush beside her face as its fabric absorbs her tears. Following a tiny whimper, she breaks into sobbing. Crying out for her parents. It echos through the room. The sound causes Mephiles’ ears to lower, as his eyes narrow at her in disdain. Mephiles: There is no need for that, child. If you do as I say, you will be able to see your parents again. Kaylee: *her ear raises* …b-but…Pa…Papa said…when s-someone dies… *hic* …you never see th-them again. They…they’re gone. Mephiles: Often that is true, but with the ability to manipulate time itself, it is not only possible to see those you care for again…but also change their fate. Kaylee: *sniffles* …I don’t un-understand… Mephiles: You will, in due time, but until then, all you need to understand is that if you agree to help me achieve my goal…you will see your Mother & Father again. Kaylee: … *slowly stands up* …if I help you…I…I will see Mama & P-papa again? Mephiles: That is correct. Kaylee: …do yo-you promise? Mephiles: You have my word, child. *holds out his hand* Kaylee rubs her nose, then hesitantly places her hand in Mephiles’ to give it a firm shake. It’s freezing cold to the touch. Mephiles is staring at her snotty hand resting in his, with a faint twinge to his face. Kaylee: Th-then…I’ll help you. *sniffles again and pulls her hand away to rub her face once more* Um…what’s your name? Mephiles: *gestures to himself* I am Mephiles, Mephiles the dark. Kaylee: Meh…meh phill us…? Your name is big. My name is Kay— Mephiles: *holds his hand up to stop her* Your name will be changed. Kaylee: Huh? *tilts her head* Why? Mephiles: From this day forth, you will become a servant of the god of the sun, so I will give you a fitting name. Kaylee: *an off putting feeling sets further into her chest, causing her to hug her plush again for comfort* Mephiles: Until your servitude is complete, you will be known as “Nova”. Do you understand? Kaylee: “Nova”? Okay, um…I…think so? *strokes her plush’s fabric* …so…how can I help you? Mephiles’ face shifts as if he’s grinning, despite his mouthless mug, while Kaylee waits nervously for him to speak. Sometime later, across the city… Silver: Zzz…mmh… *snuggles up against his Mother’s dress, and a strange sensation of stiffness stirs him awake.* Hm? *his eyes fully open, filled with confusion, as the room has become freezing* … *peers at Florence, and upon seeing her face his brows raise in realization* Silver quickly sits up and takes his Mother by her shoulders to shake her. He calls out for her, repeating in desperation, hoping her eyes will open, but she’s unresponsive. When he brings his hand to her face, her soft cheek is cold to the touch. Silver: . . . *retracts his hand, then looks around* There’s nothing but the same ruin and destruction all around him. There isn’t another soul to be found. (#) Silver peers back at his Mother in silence. After a few moments, he simply takes her hand and rests it on his head, before lowering himself back down to curl up beside her again. Not a sound leaves him. Many days pass before the young hedgehog leaves the building behind, and when he finally does depart, he wears a solemn face. His hunger and thirst drive him to move on, and back out into the city. With dark clouds still looming, Silver searches for supplies, and doesn’t stop until he locates food and water. Then, when he finishes his rations, he finds somewhere safe to sleep. And for the next several years…this is his life. During these years, an era of peace had settled over the city. Though the lava remained, along with the blanket of clouds in the sky, Iblis and its minions would not return for a long time…and Silver wouldn’t know why. Soon after departing from the building, Silver’s memories of his parents had begun to fade away, and by the time he became a teenager, he had no recollection of them. His past blurred in his mind, and he didn’t know why he even had any desire left to keep going…but he did. He followed that faintly burning desire, and it kept him alive for many years, as he often pondered it, and wondered if it meant there was still some small reason out there to to still be alive. But what could it be? What reason was there to go on? To have any hope for this world, where suffering never ceased, where darkness is eternal, where survival only grew more difficult? The world’s absolution from Iblis’ destruction was nothing more than a impossible dream… …until one day…
