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[b][color=darkred]Level 1[/color][/b] - (0/10) EXP
[b][color=darkred]Location:[/color][/b] Master of Master's Mushroom
[b][color=darkred]Word Count:[/color][/b] 669

[sub][b][color=darkred]Awakening[/color][/b][/sub][/center]
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[i][color=darkred]'I'm going to kill him...!'[/color]
'No, please don't! He hasn't done anything! Please! Just go-'
[color=darkred]'Shut up! Didn't I tell you we'd kill everything in this world? Gah, just let me out of these fu-'[/color]
'Stop it... Please...'
[color=darkred]'I said to [b]shut, it[/b]. You don't have the right to talk.'[/color]
'...'
[color=darkred]'That's right, you know you deserve this. You want this. Admit it, it makes you happy talking to me, doesn't it? It's nice, finally getting a chance to rest and all. To not be completely mindless.'[/color]
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[color=darkred]'... Fine. Suit yourself. It's your fault they're all dead anyway.'[/color]
'...'
[color=darkred]'... Wait. What's that?'[/color]
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[color=darkred]'H-hey, wait a minute, don't put that thing near-'[/color]
'No... Not the light... Not the light again...!'[/i]

Darkness. Familiar. 
She knew she had a headache. In fact her whole body was groaning from whatever had just happened. Her throat worn from screaming, her body throbbing from thrashing, and her eyes blinded by the light. How many times would she wake from death's door in her life? It felt like her attachment to death was so close now, you could say the teen was cursed. Of course she wasn't, no, curses weren't real. But... the supernatural definitely was. There was no reason to doubt that at this point. 

The floor was unfamiliar to her, as well as her posture. Surely she'd been sleeping at some point before...? What happened? What were those... garbled noises that sounded fifteen feet underwater?
She wasn't sure. She didn't really care, honestly. She was tired, and if her senses weren't going to work for her, then so be it. The world wouldn't mind if she slept a little longer, right...? If she just let herself, relax?

"I [i]really[/i] don't wanna fight you again.”

Cruelly, fate decided it wanted to shoot Minako with a shotgun today, reminding her that she was, in fact, alive, and that she hadn't been breathing. Without warning the Master of Master's would find his captive coughing and sputtering as though she'd almost drowned, practically dry-heaving by the mushroom she was previously bound by.
Whatever he had done, it did the job. It just wasn't quite as peaceful as Kirby's method.
Thankfully the girl was quick to recover her breath, not suffering any additional injuries. As she did so she tried to get up, but alas her legs weren't willing to obey her for a variety of reasons. But she could sit back up again, at the very least, tilting her head back and gasping out into the open air. 

Beads of sweat weren't uncommon among her auburn hair and pearl skin. Though eyes of crimson still remained, they bore no animosity nor malice, in fact appearing rather dull compared to how they were before. She shook as though she had a fever, barely able to even lift her arms in this new position, as they hung loosely by her side. 
And then she blinked, and finally came to. 
Though the Master of Master's had likely been trying to interact with her while she recovered, she had only just registered his presence after she blinked. It would be clear for him to tell that she was coming to, which was only made all the more evident by her looking around, breathing slowly. Everything still felt a bit too bright and sunny, and her body still ached, but she was still alive. The question Minako now had for herself was: Where? Where am I alive?

But the Master of Master's gave it away. Finally, he had come to take her away. This was the end, right? When the hero finally gets to die a peaceful death? It had to be, right? It had to be Hell.

[color=darkred]"Am... I dead...?"[/color] Quizzed Minako with a tired smile. She didn't register any questions he might have asked before. But judging from her tone, it was asking too much of her to remember them, anyway. She was weak. But at least this Hell looked nicer than Tartarus...