“It has fallen. Not just the SAMB…not just the WoFMB. It all has fallen.”
“Pencils. Markers. Sketchbook…new and old,” Echo muttered to herself. “Fifty old, twenty new…oh, the pens.” As she bent over to pick up the fallen tracing utensils in question, about fifteen mechanical pencils fell out of her pockets—for the fiftieth time in a row.
There was a muffled laughing sound from behind her, and the SAMBer was so surprised, she jumped about three feet into the air. Fortunately, she recognized the undertones in that voice, but she still turned transparent in embarrassment.
“Sorry,” Arl apologized, still slightly laughing as he attempted to stop the sound from coming out.
“How long have you been watching?” she stammered, sure that any second now she was about to blink out of existence, so transparent was she.
“Not as long as them,” Arl replied honestly but vaguely, gesturing, but Echo, honestly, would have probably preferred he lie. After all, she had never visited the WoFMB, and now that the two groups of MBers had been combined, they were packing together.
It wasn’t as if they had a choice. One day, the SAMBers and the WoFMBers had woken up to see their houses stacked on each other.
That was a holy day of havoc. Even though some could fly out of the houses, it was terrifying, to say the least, to see a house with its roof planted downwards on top of a home where a SAMBer or WoFMBer slept.
Or…were supposed to be sleeping in, anyways. Both MBs weren’t called Lands of No Sleep for no reason.
Anyhow, the WoFMBers in question whom Arl had gestured to were unaware that Echo now knew of their respective existences. The SAMBer realized that they were actually all sitting where they could face the respective four cardinal directions, since there were four of them.
“You can laugh if you want,” she blurted out, hoping she wasn’t invisible by now, as she tried banishing the tracing pens and mechanical pencils into the deepest depths of her pockets.
One, with shoulder-length brown hair, was tying up her hair into a ponytail. She stopped, her arms still positioned high around her head in attempt to fasten the band on correctly, and instead decided Echo was interesting enough to maintain her interest for at least a few seconds. “Why would we laugh?” she asked curiously. She was probably one of the youngest on the other MB, though Echo wasn’t clear what age range it was at the WoFMB. She looked about…twelve? Echo wasn’t sure what her name was exactly, but she thought it was…Glamour.
Echo was about to either walk away or muster an answer, but Glamour had gotten her charm bracelet nearly stuck with the band, and was working to untangle. Awkwardly, Echo tried to see what the other three WoFMBers were up to.
A girl—almost a young woman, by the looks—was sitting next to Glamour, and reached out to help her. She, in turn, had long black hair already tied into a short ponytail, with one emerald eye and a silver eye, though Echo wasn’t sure if that eye could still see or not. But whether or not the other could, that eye still had a piercing gaze of its own.
(I'll be doing small POV switches throughout, so the endings are a bit weird. Also, sorry for conventions and structure. I want you guys to be able to read as much as I can manage to write. :D)
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Est. June 2018
God of Loyalty, Life, & Cosmos
We never know all the chances we lost
Until we lose them
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