Standing up, the carriage stopped in front of the cabin The magnet was living in. ‘Let me talk. It will be safer.’ Positive said as the carriage door opened.
A regale man stepped down, his royal cape fluttering in the wind with the crest of the royal family.
“Well, what brings you here?”
‘Be careful!!’
‘Be quiet.’
“Be quiet, shrew. You shan't speak as if we are companions.”
He stepped to the side and took a hand coming from inside. A woman in a beautifully made dress with a swollen belly came out.
“Hello, dear ‘sister.’” She said sarcastically while rubbing her belly.
‘t-thats…’
‘Do not–’
‘THAT'S THE MAIN CHARACTER! THE MAIN FEMALE LEAD! EMILIA ORICALE!! AND ONE OF THE MALE LEADS! ANDRE VON PERSOE!’
“?”
She tilted her head as the Magnet looked distracted.
“Oh my. It seems someone must be shocked, isn't that correct, my dear?”
She pecked the cheek of the man as she smirked at her.
“Oh, no. I was simply confused, wondering if you simply gained weight. It seems you gained something else, I apologize.”
‘Oof! You don't miss it!’
“Y-you!” Screeching could be heard from her teeth as the man stepped forward.
“Behave yourself.” His voice came out cold and unforgiving.
“For what is the purpose of this visit? Surely not to show the growth of the stomach?”
“Y-you! Hmpf, no. We came here to bring you to your punishment.” calming down, she regained her smirk once more.
“My punishment? Isn't this already my punishment? Disownment and exile?”
‘What are you doing?’
‘I'm helping!’
“This? Hah! You truly have gone mad.” Andre let out a snarky laugh as he heard Negative's reply.
“It seems you have really gone insane, just like that horrid discoloration of your iris.” she said as she took out a letter.
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“Alright, let's see… dear Arianne, blah, blah, blah… final decision… execution! Yes, we will collect you for your execution!” She giddily said as she put the letter away, Andre walked up closed and roughly grabbed Magnet's arm roughly.
“Let go. There is no need for this.”
“And risk you galloping off as if you're a farm animal?” Shoving her into the carriage, he gently helped Emilia up and helped her sit down.
Magnet stood up and sat near the edge.
‘What are you doing? Do you want to die!’
‘Calm down.’
‘Right… you have a plan, you must.’
The ride was quiet and long. The couple made their side's atmosphere more comfortable while the Magnet (mainly Negative) was uncomfortable.
‘What do we do! Leftie!!’
‘Be quiet.’
‘But what is the plan!’
‘Be quiet.’
Her thoughts continued to spin in a circle. They soon arrive in front of a large stadium.
The carriage stops and two guards come out, Andre throws us out of the carriage as the two guards grab her hands.
The couple leaves the carriage and leaves the Magnet alone with the guards as she gets dragged away.
‘Ow! What are we going to do…’
‘Be quiet.’
Soon, she is dragged into the stadium where a guillotine stands in the middle, the seats all filled.
Continuing to be dragged, her head is forced into and secured into the hole.
“My subjects!”
An old man, emitting an air of dominance and power, sat atop a viewing room, The Emperor. Next to him is Emilia and Andre.
Below them is another room with Arianne's family. Duke Oricale.
“...”
However, Magnet was not listening.
‘I don't wanna die again!’ Negative's thoughts were frantic and panicked.
‘Be quiet.’ Yet Positive remained calm and relaxed.
Once the speech finished, the guillotine's blade came down.
‘Finally, I won't have to hear your incessant yapping.’
CHOP!—
THUNK!—
The cheers were drowned out, the thrown fruits felt like small taps as feelings ended. The world was faded to black.
‘No… not again…’
Badump… once.
Badump… twice.
Badump… thrice.
Tightness, a narrow feeling you'd only ever feel once in your life.
Then, forcefully, the tightness moves and contracts into the light at the end.
Two large hands picks up Positive. And moved along, the heat is plunged into the coldness then padded with something soft.
“...ions! Baby! …s a girl!”
‘Time for another attempt.’
Opening her eyes, Positive saw the familiar physician handing her to her mother.
“Hey there… little angel, I think the name Arianne would fit you best…”
‘It seems that interloper isn't here. Thank goodness, now then, time for another attem–’
“Strange, she has two different eye colours though…” her mother said confusingly as her finger caresses her cheek
‘HOLY FUCK! I THOUGHT WE DIED!’ A loud thought was made as she looked at her mother's face.
‘Fuck.’ The first foul word Negative ever heard from Positive.
"She looks so peaceful, I wonder what she is thinking."
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‘So you're a regressor?’
Inside of a crib, the two ego's finally begin talking once more.
‘Yes, I am one.’
‘So, how does that work?’
‘I die and come back to my birth. Again, and again.’
Stretching the right arm, Negative lifted them up and scanning the room, a very fancy nursery.
‘How many times?’
‘Well… Ad Infinitum?’
