Prompt 1:
 he forest looms, uninviting and full of menace, an unwelcoming place for sure. Time to go explore! It isn't as though there's anywhere else to go, now that you've looked around the Town.
The trees whack at you with branches that have far too much mobility for normal trees, strange and mutated animals watch from the shadows and boughs, and there’s the constant, constant sense of being watched --
But eventually, nonetheless, you’ll come across a small house in the forest. It sticks out like a sore thumb, bright and colorful, which is probably the first warning that something is way off, and it’s...covered in candy. It’s a candy house! It looks delicious.
(It’s empty, too, not a single soul in it, without even furniture, but everything is otherwise edible and utterly delicious.)
But if you eat the candy? You’re going to have a terrible, overwhelming urge to do one of two things:
- Fight the first person you see
- Kiss the first person you see
Unfortunate.
Prompt 2:
he problem with a Town like this is that now that color is starting to return, bit by bit? You never really know when color’s going to come back -- or disappear. Maybe you’ve made a delightful, delicious sandwich from handmade bread and tomatoes and deer meat, all of which have color now… and then suddenly, when taking a bite, you get only the taste of ash and bread and tomato as the deer meat loses color.
Also, someone probably died for that color to fade away. Alarming!
Or maybe you’re walking along when suddenly your makeshift clothing is a hideous mix-match of colors; it had seemed fine when it was all grey and colorless!
Or perhaps, even worse, you’re walking out of a house when suddenly, the flowerbed in front of it has full color, bright and maybe a little blinding after so much monochrome. Damn those color mechanics.
Prompt 3:
he quest seems simple, on the Quest Post:
Quest 33:
Feed the Cockatrice.
Requirements: 2 of any color
Key word, of course, is seems. First, you have to find the cockatrice. Maybe grab someone to drag into the woods with you, since there needs to be at least two of you. Time to stomp through the woods in search of the elusive cockatrice.
Of course, once you find it, the quest...looks a bit harder. The monster hisses, ready to turn anyone who approaches to stone, as cockatrice tend to do. What do you even feed that thing? How will you get it to take it without getting stoned up? There are so many questions.
At least the stone will wear off...eventually… if you’re unlucky enough to get petrified.
Prompt 4:
 ut hey, you did it! You fed the cockatrice, it seemed satisfied, and now you can go fetch your reward from your home. It must be something amazing, with the work that you put in.
The only change in your home, though, is what looks like a...picture book. It's got a colorful cover (in your character's color shade), and has their name on the cover, so it definitely belongs to them.
And when they flip it open, it's clearly full of pictures scribbled in, as if drawn in scribbly crayon. Unlike the rest of the Town, this book is fully colorful, every shade of the rainbow in those crayon strokes... which depict, page by page, your character's worst moments in their life. Every single last horrific experience or tragic moment -- it's all there, in colorful, cute children's drawings.
Congratulations!
Extra:
Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with!
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The book has been made thick with it. The stack compared to the youth in Sasuke's tired face is startling. No way someone who looks barely sixteen, seventeen, can have a book of Bad Shit this heavy. Yet here it is.
Blue and unrefined; Uchiha, Sasuke but in strange characters; too colorful, too colorful for what's all inside it. Every heartache and sin standing out on the page, and he hadn't realized how much was there until it's all laid out. Not that he thinks he regrets a single one.
There's a bunch of excuses lodged in the base of his throat, most of all: they don't understand why he did what he did.] They shouldn't.
[The first page was as bad as the last. A dark-haired boy surrounded by the bodies of family, facing a brother. Two friends on the heads of leaders, one fighting for them and one fighting to let go.]
It doesn't matter. Why show this?
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Because they can.
[ He says simply. It leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth, and Noctis has been quietly searching for a way to find out who they are, keeping tabs on the network, paying close attention to anything that unfolds. Now, however, he cannot help but notice that the book's taking its own toll on him, ghosts dredged up with child-like viciousness. ]
You can't let it get to you, [ Easier said than done. ] Ever considered setting fire to it?
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It's better than letting it exist.
[So he bunches his fingers into the edge of the book and slides it away until he's clutching it by his waist like it's a pound of flesh. He levels Noctis finally with a pair of strange, mismatched eyes.]
Why do you care?
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The talking furniture debacle, shrieking all his deepest secrets and fears to anyone close enough to hear, ripping open all the wounds that have barely closed had been a trial by fire, and Noctis blinks at those unnervingly mismatched eyes (seriously, what the hell? are they contact lenses?) before he meets them.
He flips open a page and holds it up. A throne room, strewn with dozens and dozens of bodies and soaked with blood, the king with a greatsword thrust through him. The traitor, turned away as the city beyond crumbles and burns.
Home. The weight of his guilt and his shame. Noctis looks calmer than he feels; after all, both are his constant companions these days. It's not really a new thing when he carries the weight of that with him all the time. They can't use it against you if you don't let them. ]
It's been... not great. [ Understatement, but like hell he's going to broadcast his feelings on the matter to anyone. ] You're stuck in here with the rest of us for now. I figure, gotta work together at least sometimes, right?
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Fine. He gets the point.]
I'm not here to make friends.
[Those have been abandoned. He stood on top of Madara's statue, ready to cut the last friend out of him, and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was in a well staring at the sky.]
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Despite that curt, standoffish comment, Noctis can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. An unwelcome sentiment, of course -- they might have just met, but he has the feeling that sympathy is just salt on Sasuke's wounds, whatever they are. ]
Works for me.
[ He says instead, finding himself quietly grateful for his own friends -- the people who put up with his shit, the people who made it possible to come this far. ]
Which world are you from, anyway?
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Konohagakure.
[It's a general enough answer to throw off someone unfamiliar, and yet, it's a good enough one to gauge for a reaction. His strange eyes shift back and forth, searching Noctis' face for any kind of recognition he's hoping won't be found. Not that he thinks Noctis is going to be from Konoha.
But there may be somewhere here who is.]