canisaries
you should've known the price of evil
Hello everyone! The results of the 2023 Oneshots Contest are finally out, so I can post my little entry, too. I wrote it in just two days (iirc) because I couldn't come up with anything for the Legendary POV prompt before that, and even now it's questionable since I wrote about Spiritomb and half the judges that read it remarked on how nothing about it was really "legendary" (and they were right). At 600 words, it is the shortest of the entries (I technically haven't checked all the entries to make sure of this but like come on surely it is), so I hope people can take a little time out of their day to read it. Comments are also greatly appreciated, even if I know there isn't much to comment on.
In any case, here is 109. Content warning for blood, violence, execution and death. Rated teen, but like, on the upper edge of it, I think. Enjoy!
We hate how she laughed in our face.
We hate how she told her friends.
We hate how they shouted after us as we walked.
We hate how the whole village joined them.
We love how we strangled her.
We hate him.
We hate how he never thanked us for the food.
We hate how he came home drunk.
We hate how he lay with another.
We hate how he did not even deny it.
We love how we slit his throat.
We hate them.
We hate how they looked down on us.
We hate how they ate farfetch’d and we ate scraps.
We hate how they called us ‘slave’.
We hate how they kicked us for entertainment.
We love how we burned them all.
We hate this stone.
We hate how it binds us.
We hate the traveler.
We hate his magic.
We hate how he imprisoned the first.
We hate how he taught the village to imprison more.
We hate how many there are of us.
We hate how there will be more.
We see the light.
We hate the light.
They have come to bring another.
They lift away the stones.
We see a man in armor.
We recognize him.
We hate him.
He is the reason Hideki died.
He is the reason Kaito left.
He is the reason Arata limped.
He is the reason Yoshiro drank.
He is the reason the forest was burned.
He is the reason the fields were salted.
Why have they brought him here?
They speak.
They speak of his crimes.
There are more of them now than ever before.
They are quieting down.
A woman in a dark robe steps up.
She begins to say the words.
A man raises his sword.
It chops off the armored man’s head.
We can feel his spirit.
We can feel his anger.
The woman captures him in her vessel.
She is walking towards us.
She pours out the spirit.
He falls into us.
But we hate him.
We hate him more than the others.
We hate him more than Ayako and Kazuo and Hibiki and Makoto and Naoki and Ryota and Kuro and Hotaru.
We hate him so much we cannot contain it.
Too much hatred.
We burst.
We fly our separate ways.
I find a man, burly as a machoke.
I find a woman, frail as a beautifly.
I find a man, lean as a gallade.
I find a woman, angry as a vespiquen.
I find a man, short as a snover.
I find a woman, fussy as a lopunny.
I find a man, fiery as an infernape.
I find a woman, thorny as a roserade.
I find a luxray.
I find a houndoom.
I find a mister-mime.
I take his sword.
I take his dagger.
I take her hairpins.
I take her musket.
I charge its lightning.
I charge its flames.
I brandish an invisible spear.
I slash.
I shoot.
I strangle.
I incinerate.
I stab.
I gore.
I kill.
I scream.
I bleed.
I collapse.
I die.
I die.
I die. I die.
I die. I die. I die.
I die. I die.
I die.
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The sun shines over a field of bodies.
The blue sky reflects off pools of blood.
The wind rustles the trees, and starly sing.
A traveler arrives. He walks over the corpses to the little tower of stones. He reaches in through the hole in its wall and lifts out a brown stone split by a fissure.
He looks around, shrugs and walks away.
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In any case, here is 109. Content warning for blood, violence, execution and death. Rated teen, but like, on the upper edge of it, I think. Enjoy!
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109
Synopsis:
Another soul is sealed in a spiritomb.
Genre:
Horror
Status:
Complete oneshot.
Submitted to contest privately on Jun 28 2023.
First uploaded publicly on 30 Sep 2023.
Length:
600~ words
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We hate her.109
Synopsis:
Another soul is sealed in a spiritomb.
Genre:
Horror
Status:
Complete oneshot.
Submitted to contest privately on Jun 28 2023.
First uploaded publicly on 30 Sep 2023.
Length:
600~ words
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We hate how she laughed in our face.
We hate how she told her friends.
We hate how they shouted after us as we walked.
We hate how the whole village joined them.
We love how we strangled her.
We hate him.
We hate how he never thanked us for the food.
We hate how he came home drunk.
We hate how he lay with another.
We hate how he did not even deny it.
We love how we slit his throat.
We hate them.
We hate how they looked down on us.
We hate how they ate farfetch’d and we ate scraps.
We hate how they called us ‘slave’.
We hate how they kicked us for entertainment.
We love how we burned them all.
We hate this stone.
We hate how it binds us.
We hate the traveler.
We hate his magic.
We hate how he imprisoned the first.
We hate how he taught the village to imprison more.
We hate how many there are of us.
We hate how there will be more.
We see the light.
We hate the light.
They have come to bring another.
They lift away the stones.
We see a man in armor.
We recognize him.
We hate him.
He is the reason Hideki died.
He is the reason Kaito left.
He is the reason Arata limped.
He is the reason Yoshiro drank.
He is the reason the forest was burned.
He is the reason the fields were salted.
Why have they brought him here?
They speak.
They speak of his crimes.
There are more of them now than ever before.
They are quieting down.
A woman in a dark robe steps up.
She begins to say the words.
A man raises his sword.
It chops off the armored man’s head.
We can feel his spirit.
We can feel his anger.
The woman captures him in her vessel.
She is walking towards us.
She pours out the spirit.
He falls into us.
But we hate him.
We hate him more than the others.
We hate him more than Ayako and Kazuo and Hibiki and Makoto and Naoki and Ryota and Kuro and Hotaru.
We hate him so much we cannot contain it.
Too much hatred.
We burst.
We fly our separate ways.
I find a man, burly as a machoke.
I find a woman, frail as a beautifly.
I find a man, lean as a gallade.
I find a woman, angry as a vespiquen.
I find a man, short as a snover.
I find a woman, fussy as a lopunny.
I find a man, fiery as an infernape.
I find a woman, thorny as a roserade.
I find a luxray.
I find a houndoom.
I find a mister-mime.
I take his sword.
I take his dagger.
I take her hairpins.
I take her musket.
I charge its lightning.
I charge its flames.
I brandish an invisible spear.
I slash.
I shoot.
I strangle.
I incinerate.
I stab.
I gore.
I kill.
I scream.
I bleed.
I collapse.
I die.
I die.
I die. I die.
I die. I die. I die.
I die. I die.
I die.
---
The sun shines over a field of bodies.
The blue sky reflects off pools of blood.
The wind rustles the trees, and starly sing.
A traveler arrives. He walks over the corpses to the little tower of stones. He reaches in through the hole in its wall and lifts out a brown stone split by a fissure.
He looks around, shrugs and walks away.
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