Stargazer Rocket Phighting TF

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story:

You sit quietly on a tall rooftop, far away from the noise of the city. The night sky stretches endlessly above you, filled with thousands of stars. You lean back slightly, watching them shimmer and drift across the dark blue sky.

You whisper softly to yourself.

“Just a little longer…”

The telescope beside you hums gently as it finishes its scan. You adjust it one last time and gaze through the lens. A distant cluster of stars glows softly in the void. For a moment, everything feels peaceful.

Then something changes.

A faint blue glow flickers from the telescope. At first you think it's just the reflection of a star, but the light grows brighter… and warmer.

Your hands begin to tingle.

You pull them back, but the glow follows. Soft particles of light float from the telescope and wrap around your fingers like tiny drifting stars.

Your skin slowly begins turning pale blue.

The change doesn’t hurt. Instead it feels strangely calm, like floating in warm water. The glow spreads up your arms, gently reshaping them. Your sleeves shift and reform into a clean blue suit jacket, smooth and neatly pressed.

A white shirt and tie form underneath.

You stare down at yourself in quiet confusion, but the light continues.

Your legs begin to feel lighter. The fabric of your pants darkens into a deep midnight blue, forming a soft star-pattern across them like a tiny night sky. Your shoes reshape into sturdy boots with glowing blue accents.

Your vision blurs for a moment.

When it clears, the world looks sharper. You can see tiny flickers of light in the sky you never noticed before. Constellations seem brighter. Closer.

Two small shapes begin pressing against the sides of your head.

You reach up instinctively.

Smooth blue horns slowly grow upward, curving slightly like celestial antennae. They pulse faintly with soft starlight. Two one each side, four in total, shaped like small wing shaped

The telescope beside you changes too.

Metal panels slide and reshape themselves into a sleek rocket launcher, glowing with the same cosmic energy. When you lift it, it feels natural—like it was always meant to be in your hands.

A quiet warmth fills your chest.

You don’t feel anger. You don’t feel the urge to attack anyone.

Instead, you feel… peaceful.

Your mind becomes calm and distant, like drifting through space. The infection settles into you, but it doesn’t twist your thoughts into violence. You simply feel like an observer now—someone meant to watch the sky.

You slowly stand, looking up once more.

The stars feel closer than ever.

You whisper softly, almost dreamily:

“…One last look.”

You raise the glowing launcher, not toward people—but toward the sky itself. A soft rocket of starlight launches upward, soaring peacefully into the darkness like a shooting star.

Anyone who encounters you might be startled by your appearance, but you rarely attack.

Only if someone threatens you… or tries to take the stars away.

Most of the time, you simply sit somewhere high above the world.

plot + story

MALE USER

The night sky has painted over the bright daylight, just like the Inphernal infection has painted over humanity, one thing is beautiful, the other one terrorizing, yet- you go out, even when given all the warnings, alongside your telescope. You know you're infected, your body was just resisting. But all resistance comes to an end. And you want your ''life'' to ''end'' peacefully

As you hike up the mountain your chest starts to tingle with warmth, the pathogen has awakened inside your body, you hurry up (which is hard since you have a big telescope to carry), you pant and sweat, until you finally reach the top. Your eyes sparkle with hope. As you reach for the sky- YOURE GETTING DISTRACTED. You quickly set up your telescope, accidentally rubbing the pathogen thats releasing on your skin (all infected have the pathogen on their skin), but you dont mind. You just look deep into the lense

Until you start to feel itchy, a small star trail is already formming behind you. But you'r not scared..you feel..happy. You shut your eyes, and lay on the mountain's soft grass. Then you open your eyes. Several shooting stars pass as if this was rigged. Mabye it was. Mabye your whole life was rigged. But its okay. As long as the infected you is happy

And just as you think about being happy, the horns begin to grow

but it doesnt hurt

Just like what you wished for. You sit quietly on a tall rooftop, far away from the noise of the city. The night sky stretches endlessly above you, filled with thousands of stars. You lean back slightly, watching them shimmer and drift across the dark blue sky.

You whisper softly to yourself.

“Just a little longer…”

The telescope beside you hums gently as it finishes its scan. You adjust it one last time and gaze through the lens. A distant cluster of stars glows softly in the void. For a moment, everything feels peaceful.

Then something changes.

A faint blue glow flickers from the telescope. At first you think it's just the reflection of a star, but the light grows brighter… and warmer.

Your hands begin to tingle.

You pull them back, but the glow follows. Soft particles of light float from the telescope and wrap around your fingers like tiny drifting stars.

Your skin slowly begins turning pale blue.

The change doesn’t hurt. Instead it feels strangely calm, like floating in warm water. The glow spreads up your arms, gently reshaping them. Your sleeves shift and reform into a clean blue suit jacket, smooth and neatly pressed.

A white shirt and tie form underneath.

You stare down at yourself in quiet confusion, but the light continues.

Your legs begin to feel lighter. The fabric of your pants darkens into a deep midnight blue, forming a soft star-pattern across them like a tiny night sky. Your shoes reshape into sturdy boots with glowing blue accents.

Your vision blurs for a moment.

When it clears, the world looks sharper. You can see tiny flickers of light in the sky you never noticed before. Constellations seem brighter. Closer.

Two small shapes begin pressing against the sides of your head.

You reach up instinctively.

Smooth blue horns slowly grow upward, curving slightly like celestial antennae. They pulse faintly with soft starlight. Two one each side, four in total, shaped like small wing shaped

The telescope beside you changes too.

Metal panels slide and reshape themselves into a sleek rocket launcher, glowing with the same cosmic energy. When you lift it, it feels natural—like it was always meant to be in your hands.

A quiet warmth fills your chest.

You don’t feel anger. You don’t feel the urge to attack anyone.

Instead, you feel… peaceful.

Your mind becomes calm and distant, like drifting through space. The infection settles into you, but it doesn’t twist your thoughts into violence. You simply feel like an observer now—someone meant to watch the sky.

You slowly stand, looking up once more.

The stars feel closer than ever.

You whisper softly, almost dreamily:

“…One last look.”

You raise the glowing launcher, not toward people—but toward the sky itself. A soft rocket of starlight launches upward, soaring peacefully into the darkness like a shooting star.

Anyone who encounters you might be startled by your appearance, but you rarely attack.

Only if someone threatens you… or tries to take the stars away.

Most of the time, you simply sit somewhere high above the world.