Play With Me, pt 6 - Ushebti
Timeline: January 12th, 4:30pm
Neferu’s avatar sat for a few moments before it disappeared from the game and Ushebti was sat by himself. His avatar did not move until finally Ushebti disconnected from the game himself, leaving the quest incomplete. Worlds of Myth was a means to an end, and he already had the answers he needed from it.
“That wasn’t quite how I’d intended things to go, but at least I know she’s the one now.”
A grey, wrinkled hand reached down to stroke the head of the cat on the desk, which started to purr quietly. Getting up from his chair, Ushebti yawned and shuffled over to a wall, his three eyes blinking in unison as he looked at his wall of drawings, paintings and computer renderings.
Most of them were indistinct. Not all of his visions were clear, and even those that were often left room for interpretation. A few stood out; a man with metal wings, two dragons fighting, a woman made of light. Then there was Melissa, stood on a hill overlooking a city, a crescent moon hanging over her head in the night sky.
In each of the images, regardless of medium, type or subject matter, there were varying degrees of darkness. Some had tentacles, creeping in from the edges, the others, hints of darkness in their eyes. One, an image of Tim, had a dark figure behind it, arms outstretched, feeding darkness into the boys sombre features.
He glanced over at his desk of phones. Various devices sat upon it, each one for a different cover he needed to maintain.
“The ball is in her court, I suspect. If I push the issue any more, I’ll just drive her away.” He picked up the phone that represented Pete. Melissa would not have messaged him yet, but he knew that she would eventually. He’d already seen the trouble she was going to get into, just like he’d seen the darkness inside Tim.
He had a part to play in the complex weave of Melissa’s life, and even without his visions, he could sense the raw potential in the girl. And along with it, the good that she was capable of doing. She was a far better choice to follow than many he had tried to connect with in the past.
Decision made, he stepped in front of his long mirror and looked at himself. It was a sight that nobody ever saw, due to the nature of his mutation. He was truly the epitome of body dysmorphia, except in his case, people literally saw him differently to how he did.
He always made an effort to look at himself in the mirror every day, lest he forget what he truly looked like. With that done, he reached for his bookshelf, removing an ancient book on the occult. It was going to be a long night.