Cherry would be running along the pathway, gritting her teeth as she coughs up some blood. Her fur matted and disheveled— this wasn’t supposed to have happened yet..she was just trying to rest when suddenly her negative chaos spiked out of no where, the gauntlet was destroyed and now with a scar in her hand in place of the gaping hole. She just needed to get as far away as possible from everything.
As she continues to run she holds tightly to a fake emerald she had grabbed from her bag, forcing what she could into the fake emerald itself as it was gradually turning to a pitch black whilst her fur remained partly white as snow.
(“I have to figure this out- why?! Why now?! I thought it was showing signs of a gradual decrease in growth how or why did it suddenly spike? It doesn’t make sense..”) {C}