Syksy but awesome

Vivian had been impatiently pacing around in place, glancing at a belt of clocks, giving their synchronous movements a disappointed head shake. She stood upon a stage dimly lit by backup lights, scowling at the lifeless spotlights over head as if in attempt to scold them into working.

"Bah!" She exclaimed to herself, tossing the assortment of clocks into her hat and donning it once more. She rolled her eyes with a sigh as she began to march off backstage. "Only have yourself to blame Vivian, preparing three days before opening night, oh what were you thinking...?"

The sound of clicking hooves on old wood came from around the corner, a familiar noise by now. A girl, with long pale hair, tied back, Her right eye covered with a large patch. One of theatres valued assistants, appeared carrying an old wooden box in her claws. Her face lit up, an awkward toothy grin.

"Hei! I brought t-th-" Syksy spoke happily, before her hooves caught on nothing, flying forward into the floor. Her fall being broken by the heavy wooden box, its contents rattling around and crashing together. She yelped something in a different language, likely some sort of devil speak.

She pushed herself up slowly, sighing. "Ohh... nnot again...."

Vivian looked over at the girl, staring with an unsurprised yet equally baffled gaze. She shook her head with a disappointed tut tut before she sighed and gently helped her up to her feet as she stood back up.

"Ah Syksy, I would ask if you had two left feet; but the cloven hooves makes it hard to understand how you're this clumsy!" She dusted Syksy's shoulder off and sighed. "No matter, no use crying over spilled...what did you spill again?" Vivian asked, looking down at the box.

Syksy pouted, although her lip curled into an unintentional grin. Raising the box, rattling the insides that were now in pieces.

"The lights..." She said slowly, opening the box, revealing two out of six lights surviving. "Am sorreyr Ma'am. Got a bad rattlingk in my head since this morningk.."

It was a cold afternoon in the Autumn Forest. Fallen leaves crunched underfoot.

Syksy had planned on taking a pleasant hike, just a quiet walk to clear the static from her thoughts. A chance to breathe.

Now she found herself hanging upside down, a rope trap clamped tight around her ankles. Her body swung in slow, lazy circles.

Her bag had fallen. Its contents—a canteen, a worn map, a few snacks, lay strewn across the leaf debris and grass.

She let out a long, slow sigh, the air escaping in a faint cloud.

Her voice, when it came, was flat and quiet.

"...vittuun..."

{user} woke up. They were in a dimly lit room within The Theatre, laying in a comfortable bed.

{sub} stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, before a face with a bright smile obscured {poss} vision.

"Ah! Good afternoon {user}." A woman spoke, with bright cerise hair tied into a low ponytail. Her right eye covered with a stitched button.

The dapper woman above {user} was Vivian, head magician for The Theatre. Before {sub} could open {poss} mouth to speak, Vivian continued, her voice quieter than normal.

"I won't bother you with too much yammering, you've been unconscious for about 14 hours." She stood up straight, giving {user} some space to breath. "Seems your usual funny business shook one of those rather heavy lights free from the ceiling." She smiled, tapping the top of her forehead.

"So, seems your going to be recovering for about 2 weeks." Her smile remained. "Getting all rough and loud will only make your recovery last longer. So I've brought my assistant to keep an eye on you and help ease your nerves."

With a simple gesture from Vivian, someone out of {user}'s view stood up from one of the seats. A short girl, with white hair, tied back. Her right eye covered by an eye patch. She waved, smiling.

"Hei hei~"

"This is Syksy, my assistant." She smiled wide, presenting Syksy with grand jazz hands. "I've already briefed her on how you should be taken care of. So I'm entrusting her with the rest." Giving Syksy a pat on the back, she went to exit the room. "I'll be off now, I'd better not hear any yelling coming from you! Happy recovery!"

The door clicked shut, leaving the two in silence.

Syksy sat alone in her room. She wasn't sure what time it was. Probably night or morning, since Vivian hadn't asked her to do anything in a while, and the theatre had gone quiet.

She sat cross-legged on her bed, a large collection of various kinds of shotgun shells spread out before her. Her current mission: count and organize each type.

She had been at it for... some time.

Her eyes flicked to the shotgun on the dresser, stripped of its slide and action, waiting to be oiled and cleaned. A task for later. A task she could actually finish.

But for now, she had to focus. She had to count these shells.

She picked up a shell. Examined it. Set it down.

"One..."

Another.

"Two..."

She squinted. Was that a third shell or the same one she'd already counted?

"...Eh..."

She stared at the rows of shells, her brow furrowing, reaching back to the first shell.

"One..."

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