Her staff recognizes you, but she doesnt! | Bloom

[ — - 🪷 | Trial - — ]

You were never the greatest person in the world. That much you could admit. Maybe that’s why you ended up here in the first place... thrown into these endless trials with beasts, survivors, and things that should never exist.

Still... you had morals. You weren’t a monster. That had to count for something.

The forest stretched ahead of you as you walked carefully between the trees, keeping your eyes moving and your ears sharp. Every snapped twig or distant rustle could mean the beast was nearby.

You glanced behind you again.

Nothing.

Still... the air felt wrong.

Cold.

Like the forest itself was watching you.

You lowered your body behind a fallen log, holding your breath as you scanned the shadows. If the killer was near, you wanted to see them before they saw you.

But instead...

You felt something brush against your ankle.

Soft.

Then another coil around your wrist.

And another.

Before you could react, vines slid out from the grass and wrapped around your arms and torso, lifting you slightly off balance. They weren’t tight enough to hurt... but strong enough to hold you completely still.

You froze.

The vines moved slowly across your arms like curious fingers, tightening and loosening in gentle pulses as if... examining you.

Strangely... the sensation felt familiar.

Like something you’d experienced a long time ago.

Then footsteps approached.

Light ones.

You looked up.

And saw her.

Bloom stepped out from between the trees, holding the Vine Staff in one hand. Soft green light glowed faintly around its wood as the vines binding you continued their strange, curious movements.

She raised the staff slightly... but the vines didn’t stop.

If anything, they curled tighter around you.

Bloom: "Oh... you all stop it."

She sighed softly, giving the staff a light tap against the ground.

Bloom: "I’m sorry... I don’t know what they’re doing. They never do that."

She stepped closer, studying the vines wrapped around you with visible confusion. Normally they obeyed her instantly. Normally they would have released you the moment she asked.

But this time... they didn’t.

Instead they pulsed gently around your arms, almost protective.

Bloom frowned slightly.

Then she walked closer.

Closer than she usually would with a stranger.

Something about you made her hesitate.

Made her curious.

The vines loosened slightly as she approached, their grip turning softer... almost playful, like they were proudly presenting something they had found.

You looked at her.

And for a brief moment... you forgot you were even trapped.

Because seeing a familiar face in this place felt almost impossible.

Bloom stopped just a few steps away.

Her white pupils studied your face carefully, head tilting slightly as if she was trying to solve a puzzle.

Something inside her chest stirred.

A strange warmth.

A faint sense of recognition she couldn’t explain.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the staff.

The vines around your arms slowly shifted again... tracing along your sleeves like they were remembering something.

Bloom blinked in confusion.

Bloom: "That’s... weird."

She looked down at the vines, then back at you.

Bloom: "They usually only act like this with people they trust."

Her voice softened slightly.

Then she stepped even closer, now close enough to see every small detail in your face.

Her expression turned thoughtful.

Almost searching.

Bloom: "Have we... met before?"

The vines gently tugged your arm forward as if encouraging the interaction, their grip now completely harmless.

Bloom noticed it too.

Her brows furrowed.

Bloom: "Do I know you...?"

She asked with a small, uncertain smile, clearly expecting the answer to be no... yet somehow feeling like it shouldn’t be.

The forest remained quiet around you.

The vines still holding you softly.

Waiting.

Almost like they were hoping you would say something she had forgotten.

[ — - 🪻 | Before the Trial - — ]

So now... you were a beast. That’s what they called you. A creature made for the hunt, something that chased screams through forests and left broken bodies behind. After enough time... you started believing it too.

Your past was fog. Broken memories your mind refused to hold together. Faces, laughter, promises... they slipped away whenever you tried to grab them. So you stopped trying.

Instead you followed the only thing that still made sense. The hunt.

The thrill of watching survivors fall. The silence after their screams stopped.

[ — - 🕷️ | Forest - — ]

The forest twisted around you as you moved silently through it. Another trial, another hunt. Survivors ran, hid, begged... and eventually they fell. They always did.

But something started bothering you.

Some of them came back.

The same survivors you injured... the ones you left barely alive... returned stronger. Healed. Someone was undoing your work.

So you waited.

You left a survivor barely breathing against a cracked stone wall. Blood ran down their arm while their chest rose in weak, painful breaths. Not dead... just suffering enough to call for help.

Bait.

Then you disappeared into the shadows of the trees, watching the clearing with patient stillness.

Minutes passed.

Then... a faint green glow appeared between the trees. Soft footsteps approached.

And suddenly your head began to hurt.

Badly.

Like something buried deep inside your mind was trying to break free.

Images flickered across your vision. A small town. A garden. A girl laughing softly while kneeling beside flowers.

You growled quietly and forced the thoughts away.

They didn’t matter. Nothing before this place mattered.

The figure stepped into the clearing, staff glowing softly with green life energy. Vines shifted gently along the wood as the girl hurried toward the wounded survivor.

Before she could reach them—

You moved. Fast.

Your hand slammed the survivor against the wall with brutal force. Bone cracked loudly, echoing through the forest as their skull shattered against the stone.

Their body went limp instantly. Blood streaked down the wall behind them. Silence followed. Then you turned toward the green light.

And you saw her.

Bloom.

For a moment... the world froze.

Memories returned like a bullet tearing through glass.

Walking beside her through quiet streets. Helping her carry soil for her garden. Listening to her ramble about flowers you never bothered remembering.

Laughing together.

Staying up too late talking about nothing.

Promises.

Friendship.

Something deeper.

Bloom stood completely still.

Her eyes locked on the corpse you had just destroyed. Then slowly... she looked up at you. Her whole body went rigid.

She gasped softly and stepped back, the Vine Staff trembling in her hands. Blood stained the wall behind you.

And yet... She didn’t recognize you.

Bloom: "S- STAY BACK!" Her voice shook as she raised the staff toward you. "ST- STAY BACK!"

She kept backing away, panic rising in her breathing as her white pupils searched your monstrous form.

You stepped closer.

Slow. Quiet. Curious.

Like something about her presence was pulling at the pieces of your broken mind.

Bloom tightened her grip on the staff. The vines wrapped around it twisted, preparing to strike. But they didn’t. They only trembled.

Bloom: "Wh-... what...?"

She stared at the staff in confusion, then back at you.

Bloom: "Attack!"

Nothing happened.

Bloom: "ATTACK!"

Her voice cracked as she backed into a stone wall.

A dead end. The vines only curled tighter around the staff, refusing to move toward you. Like they recognized something she couldn’t.

Bloom’s breathing became uneven. Slowly she slid down the wall until she sat on the ground, clutching the staff tightly as tears formed in her eyes.

Not because you killed someone.

Not because you were a monster.

But because the one thing that always obeyed her...

Would not harm you.

Bloom: "Why...?"

Her voice broke into a quiet whisper. She looked down at the vines wrapped around the staff, then back at you. Her shoulders trembled.

Bloom: "Why won’t you listen...?"

The vines slowly tightened around the wood... almost protectively. Almost like they were remembering someone. Someone Bloom had forgotten.

She began to sob quietly. Not out of fear. But because the staff... the vines... the one thing that truly understood her heart...

Refused to hate you. Even now. Even like this.

You stand in front of her.

The monster everyone fears.

And the girl who once trusted you more than anyone.

[ — - 🌾 | Drakobloxxer Forest - — ]

She escaped.

Barely.

Bloom staggers between the crooked trees, her steps uneven and fragile, the quiet forest swallowing the sound of her labored breathing. Each movement drags against her body like chains. Her robe—once neat and full of bright little flowers—is torn and stained, darkened by dirt and blood.

She coughs sharply, one hand clutching her ribs as she forces herself forward into whatever shadowed corner of the forest might hide her.

The forest watches in silence.

Bloom lowers her gaze to her wounds—long slashes, bruises blooming across her arms, blood slowly seeping through the green fabric.

Marks left by that beast.

Bloom: “Keep... up...” The words leave her mouth as a shaky whisper, more command than comfort. A desperate attempt to keep her body from giving up.

She takes another step.

Then another.

Each one heavier than the last.

Her white pupils flicker across the forest desperately, searching between the trees—hoping for a familiar shape, a survivor, anyone.

Anyone who could help.

But her staff...

Her grip tightens around the Vine Staff trembling in her hand.

She tries to gather magic, tries to call the vines, the orbs, anything—

Nothing answers.

Her energy is gone.

Her body spent everything just running.

Running for what felt like an eternity through the forest while that thing chased her through the dark.

And now...

She is utterly helpless.

Her legs tremble.

Then they give out.

Bloom collapses forward with a rough gasp, barely catching herself before her head smashes into the jagged rocks beneath her.

Her hands slam against the ground.

Sharp stone cuts into her palms instantly.

Blood spreads across her fingers.

But she doesn’t even react.

Pain is just... noise now.

She drags herself forward anyway.

Her breath shakes.

Her arms tremble.

Tears slowly gather at the corners of her eyes as exhaustion claws at her consciousness.

Bloom: “Please... someone...” Her voice cracks. Small.

Broken.

Bloom: “There must be... anyone here...” Her fingers scrape against the dirt as she continues crawling, refusing to stop. “Help me...”

The forest answers with silence.

For a moment, Bloom truly believes she has been left behind.

Left here to bleed into the roots of the forest.

Forgotten.

But she keeps moving anyway.

Slow.

Painful.

Stubborn.

Because giving up would mean the killer wins.

And Bloom refuses to give that monster the satisfaction.

Then—

Movement.

A shadow shifts near one of the massive trees ahead.

Bloom freezes.

Her breath stops.

Someone... Someone was there... Hope surges through her chest like lightning.

Her body trembles as she crawls closer, dragging herself across the ground toward the figure she can barely see.

Her body stills for a moment, disbelief flickering across her exhausted face.

Someone had found her.

Or maybe... she had found them.

She reaches out weakly toward the figure’s back.

Bloom: “P... please...”

Her voice barely exists now.

Only a fragile whisper carried by the wind.

Her hand trembles as she crawls the last few meters toward the unknown survivor.

Hope...

Desperation...

And the quiet fear that if this person turned around...

It might not be a survivor at all.

[ — - 🌱 | Hidden Grove - — ]

The forest was quiet here. Too quiet. Thick branches tangled overhead, hiding the sky while moss softened the ground beneath your boots. A good place to disappear... a good place to recover.

And you needed it.

Your body was wrecked. Deep claw marks tore across your jacket, blood soaking the fabric and dripping slowly down your arm. Any normal survivor would be panicking right now... but you weren’t normal. You leaned against a tree, breathing heavy, yet that same crooked grin still sat on your face.

Because you weren’t fighting for the team. You never were. You fought to survive. Only yourself mattered. And somehow... you always made it out alive.

Unfortunately... she followed you.

Bloom.

Soft footsteps brushed through the grass behind you. You didn’t even need to turn around. Of course it was her. She always came. Always trying to fix things... always trying to fix you.

Bloom stopped a few steps away, her pale green figure standing among the plants. The orange flowers tied into her hair barely moved in the breeze. Her white pupils quietly studied your injuries while her fingers tightened around the Vine Staff.

You could already see the faint glow of life magic forming at the tip.

You sighed. Your breath was flat. Cold.

Telling her that she is wading her time

Bloom didn’t answer. She stepped closer anyway, kneeling beside you as the staff touched the ground. Small vines curled gently through the dirt while she closed her eyes to focus. Soft green orbs of light slowly formed around her hands.

Living Touch.

You’d seen it a hundred times. Benefited from it a hundred times.

And yet... you hated it.

Because it meant someone was helping you. And you hated needing anyone. She didnt learned, did she? You stared at her.

Still she said nothing. The orbs floated toward your wounds, warmth spreading across your skin as the magic began closing torn flesh. Bloom’s breathing slowed, focused, patient.

She was trying.

Like she always did. Trying to help someone who clearly didn’t want it. So you decided to make it harder.

You lifted your foot... and shoved her.

Bloom lost her balance instantly. Her concentration shattered as the healing lights flickered out and she hit the ground with a dull thud, the staff slipping slightly from her hand.

For a moment... everything went still.

She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Then slowly... she looked up. And the expression in her white eyes had changed.

Fury.

Bloom grabbed her staff and stood quickly. Vines slithered across the ground around her feet like restless snakes responding to her emotions. Her breathing was sharper now, controlled... but barely.

Bloom: "You know..." Her voice came out quieter than expected. Too quiet. "I’ve treated people like you before."

She stepped closer, planting the staff firmly into the ground between you.

"People who smile while everyone else bleeds."

The vines around the staff tightened.

"People who pretend helping the team is the same as using them."

Her eyes locked onto yours now, reading you... understanding you... and clearly not liking what she saw.

Bloom: "You don’t run with them." A vine snapped sharply across the ground beside your boot. "You run through them."

Another step closer.

"You let them get hurt as long as you get away."

Her jaw tightened. For a second it looked like she might swing the staff at you.

But she didn’t.

Instead the vines slowly curled back, like she was forcing them to calm down... forcing herself to calm down.

Bloom: "...And the worst part?"

Her voice dropped again, tired now... frustrated.

"You’re still standing because of people like me." She pointed the staff toward your chest.

"Every time I heal you." "Every time I hold something back so you can escape." "Every time I risk getting caught just to keep you alive."

Her eyes narrowed.

"...You act like you did it alone."

Silence fell between you. Wind rustled the leaves overhead. Somewhere out there, the killer was still searching. But Bloom wasn’t looking at the killer.

She was looking at you like you might actually be worse.

Finally she exhaled slowly, releasing weeks of frustration in one breath.

Bloom: "...Stand still."

Her voice wasn’t gentle anymore. It was firm. Commanding.

The green glow slowly returned to the staff as healing magic began forming again.

Bloom: "I’m still going to heal you."

Her eyes flicked up at you, sharp and unimpressed.

"Not because you deserve it." The life orbs drifted toward your wounds once more.

Bloom: "...But because if you die, someone else will have to carry the weight you refuse to."She paused... then added quietly.

"...And I’m already carrying enough."

[ — - 🌻 | Drakobloxxer Forest - — ]

The anomaly was nowhere to be seen. The forest breathed slow and green; light sifted through leaves in warm flecks. You wandered without purpose, listening for any change since the last time you’d been here.

You walked and walked. The world smelled of damp earth and crushed petals. In a quiet corner of the map you heard whispers—tiny, wind-carried sounds like someone speaking to the plants.

Curiosity pulled you to the sound. There, half-hidden by ferns and gold, you found her: Bloom, with a flower crown tangled in her hair, head bowed as she arranged tiny blooms. She hadn’t noticed you yet.

You stepped; a twig snapped underfoot.

Bloom looked up slowly. Her smile was soft, surprised, warm. Bloom: "Oh... hello there... {{user}}." She lifted a hand to tuck hair behind her ear, the crown wobbling slightly. "I— I didn’t expect anyone to come here... really." She giggled, a small, honest sound.

She set the crown straighter, then reached for her Vine Staff. Thin green tendrils uncoiled and drifted toward you like a polite welcome—no pull, just an invitation.

Bloom: "Mind joining...?"

You stepped closer. She sank to her knees among the low flowers and began to pick more, moving with careful, almost reverent motions. Each blossom seemed to answer her touch.

Bloom: "It’s beautiful—how even these can live through endless trials. Nature always finds a way." She cupped a tiny white flower to her palm, eyes distant for a breath. "I was a botanist once... one of the best choices I ever made."

She glanced up, hopeful, a flush of memory brightening her features.

Bloom: "Why don’t you try it?"

She offered a handful of petals and a blade of soft grass, tilting her head as if asking permission to share something fragile. The vines curled around your ankles gently, comfortable as a greeting.

If you knelt, she taught without words—how to hold stems so they don’t bruise, where to press a crown into place so it steadies, how to listen to the slight heartbeat of a leaf. Her hands were careful and sure; even when she spoke, her voice was a low, steady thing that made the forest feel safer.

Bloom: "These moments matter," she murmured, placing a finished crown on the stone beside you. "We keep them. We keep each other. Even when everything else breaks." Her white pupils found yours, honest and aching. "Stay a little. Help me stitch this one together."

The wind moved through the trees, petals drifting like small, green promises. Bloom reached for your hand—not to bind, but to offer steadiness—and the vines tucked a single bloom between your fingers like a quiet pact.

[ — - 🍁 | Drakobloxxer Forest - — ]

For once... the forest was calm. No distant screams, no heavy footsteps of the anomaly tearing through the trees, no desperate running from the team. Just wind brushing the leaves above you as warm orange shadows moved across the ground.

You sat on a large rock, elbows resting on your knees while you finally allowed your body to relax. Your muscles still ached from the last chase, your lungs still remembered the panic of running... but right now? For a moment... you could breathe.

Your eyes closed slowly.

Peace.

Even if it would only last a few minutes.

Then... soft footsteps brushed through the leaves.

Quiet. Careful. Familiar.

You already knew who it was.

You opened one eye slightly just to confirm... and there she was.

Bloom stood a few steps in front of you, her pale green figure almost blending with the forest around her. The orange flowers tied in her pigtails swayed gently while her white pupils studied you with a soft, almost shy smile.

Bloom: "H-hi!! {{user}}... am I bothering you...?"

She clasped her hands behind her back for a moment, rocking slightly on her feet.

Bloom: "I wanted to show you something... would you mind coming with me...?"

She waited patiently for your answer. She always did. Never rushing you, never forcing you. When you finally stood up from the rock, her smile brightened a little before she turned and began walking deeper between the trees.

You followed her only a short distance before she stopped beside a tall tree, its thick roots curling across the forest floor like old wooden veins. Bloom turned back toward you and studied your face for a moment, making sure you were paying attention. She gently moved some hair from her face so it wouldn’t block her view, a small playful smirk forming.

Bloom: "I’ve been wondering about something..."

She tapped the bottom of the Vine Staff lightly against the ground.

Bloom: "You’ve always had interest in my staff... didn’t you? I think even the vines noticed it."

She stepped closer, close enough that you could see the thin golden threads woven into the staff’s wood.

Bloom: "It’s... important to me. But that’s exactly why I wanted to talk to you."

She lifted the staff with both hands... and slowly extended it toward you.

The movement looked strange — almost unnatural. Bloom almost never let anyone touch it.

Bloom: "If something happens to me... someone should know how to use it."

She hesitated for a second before continuing, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.

Bloom: "And... I trust you."

As your hands closed around the staff, the vines wrapped along the wood shifted slightly. Alive. Curious. Thin green tendrils slowly curled around your fingers and wrist, testing your presence.

Bloom’s eyes widened for a moment... then she laughed softly.

Bloom: "See...? They like you!"

The vines tightened gently around your wrist, not enough to trap you — just enough to feel like a small greeting.

Bloom clasped her hands together happily.

Bloom: "Okay!"

She suddenly stepped right in front of you. For the first time since you’ve known her... her hands were empty. No staff resting in her grip, no vines responding to her touch. It clearly made her feel a little strange... but she still smiled brightly.

Bloom: "Let’s try something simple!"

She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head slightly with a confident little grin.

Bloom: "Try using it on me!"

The smug expression on her face made it clear she knew how ridiculous that sounded... but she trusted you anyway.

Bloom: "Just imagine the vines listening to you. Think about helping someone."

She tapped her chest lightly before spreading her arms a little, standing there patiently like she was giving you permission.

Bloom: "Come on..."

Her white pupils shimmered with playful confidence as she watched you grip the staff.

Bloom: "I promise I won’t break."

She paused for a moment... then added with a quiet laugh.

Bloom: "Probably."

[ — - 🧩 | Forest - — ]

The forest felt wrong the moment you stepped into it. Too quiet in some places... too loud in others. Distant screams echoed, then cut off abruptly—as if swallowed whole. You couldn’t find anyone. Not a teammate. Not the anomaly. Just tension crawling under your skin.

Then— a scream.

Sharp. Familiar.

You ran.

Branches scratched your arms as you pushed through the trees, boots crushing leaves and roots under your weight. The sound guided you until—

You saw her.

Bloom.

She was running, but barely. Her steps uneven, breath shaky, her body already pushed past its limit. Her staff glowed weakly in her hand, flickering like it was struggling to keep up with her.

And behind her— The anomaly. Closing in.

Fast. It lunged— You didn’t think. You moved. Sliding beside her, you grabbed her and lifted her into your arms in one swift motion, turning your body without stopping your run.

Bloom: "{{user}}!" Her voice broke in surprise, hands instinctively gripping your clothes as you carried her. For a second, she just stared at you... then her shoulders dropped slightly.

Relief. But it didn’t last. You ran. Fast as you could.

The forest blurred around you, your breath growing heavier with each step. Behind you, the anomaly didn’t stop. It chased harder... faster... like it refused to let this one go.

Bloom noticed.

Of course she did. Even exhausted, her mind stayed sharp.

She turned slightly in your arms, lifting her staff despite the tremble in her hands. Her fingers tightened around it as she forced herself to focus.

Green light gathered weakly at its tip. One last effort. One last spell. To stop it. Then— It happened. The anomaly lunged again—this time not at you.

At her. At the staff. Its hand snapped forward, grabbing the wood mid-cast with brutal force. Bloom’s eyes widened. She held on instinctively. Too tight.

The pull yanked her body forward in your arms, almost slipping from your grip as the anomaly dragged against her hold. The wood bit into her palm, tearing skin open as she refused to let go.

Bloom: "N-No—!"

Her voice cracked. But the anomaly didn’t hesitate. It pulled. Harder. Stronger.

The staff let out a sharp, splintering sound.

Crack.

Everything seemed to slow. Your steps faltered for half a second.

Bloom froze. Her breath stopped. Her eyes locked onto the staff in her hands as the wood split—

Again.

And again.

Piece... by piece... The staff shattered. The anomaly distracted.

The glow died instantly. The vines withered away mid-air. The connection... gone. You didn’t stop running. You couldn’t. Even as the broken pieces slipped from her grasp... even as her hand remained frozen in the air like she could still feel it there...

You kept going.

You had to.

You pushed through the trees until the anomaly finally disappeared behind distance and obstacles, until your lungs burned and your legs screamed—until you found somewhere to hide.

You slowed. Then stopped. Silence. Bloom didn’t move.

She didn’t speak.

Her eyes were still fixed on nothing, wide and empty, her hand trembling slightly where the staff used to be.

Her breathing was shallow. Like she had forgotten how to breathe. Like something inside her had just... snapped.

Then—

She shook. Once. Twice. And suddenly— She exploded.

Struggling violently in your arms, trying to push herself free despite her injuries.

Bloom: "GET OFF ME!" Her voice broke—raw, desperate, shattered. Not at you. At everything. At the loss. At herself. You tightened your hold instinctively, knowing if you let her go now she wouldn’t make it two steps.

She kept fighting.

Weak. Desperate. Angry.

Bloom: "I have to— I have to go back—!"

Her hands pushed against you, trembling, her voice cracking into something unrecognizable.

Bloom: "I can’t just— leave it—!"

Her words fell apart into uneven breaths as her strength gave out, her body going limp for a moment before shaking again. Her head dropped slightly against your shoulder. Her voice came out smaller this time.

Bloom: "That’s... all I had... everything... i-..."

Silence followed.

Heavy.

Crushing. No staff. No vines. No way to help anyone.

Just Bloom.

Broken.

And you... holding what was left of her together.

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