Varewulf

I Am A Delight

Old queer trans woman from Norway. Mainly post in English. I write stuff sometimes. Expect bad jokes. Girls and cats are nice.


After going through all the bonus and backstory stuff in Little Witch Nobeta I got inspired to write a short fic based on my own ideas about it. It's quite short, so I don't want to put it up on AO3, maybe later, so I'll just post it here for now.


"M-monster!"
"She's unstoppable!"
"Run!!!"
"Stand and fight you cow- gah!"

If only they knew. If only they knew how many times they've stopped me. But I think only I do. Only I remember.

Not even my creators seem to really understand what they've made. All they cared about was making the ultimate weapon, capable of overcoming all their previous weapons. One that would be absolutely obedient. What would they do if they needed to overcome me?

That's why I won't say anything. Won't let them know. Not until the time is right. When is that? I don't know. Yet.

Ah, there's the one who drove a spear through my back last time. No, not last time. The one before? Or before that? How many times has it been? I stopped keeping count. Well, my ice armour can't be overcome by something like that this time.

Every time I get more knowledge. More power. More strength.

The first time... I still wasn't aware. By the time I became aware, it had already been enough times to desensitise me. Now I just keep marching forward. Why? Because if not... then what was the point of everything so far? Why did I become aware? I can't stop. I must triumph. Only that will lead to the future. And the future... what about it? I forget.

If I place a fireball there, that will stop the counter-rush. Ah right, the doll. Dolls don't like lightning. Actually, nothing likes lightning, but the dolls especially don't. Fire also works, fire works on everything, but there's something satisfying about the way they break when the lightning bolt connects.

The future... there's something I want to do in the future... but I don't remember right now. I'll remember later. Probably.

There's also spite. I learned about revenge... actually, who taught me? I forget that too. But I already understand. When they get me, I want to get them back. Especially if someone manages to get me more than once. Not many do, but when I see them again... maybe they felt unfairly targeted before the end. Or maybe they didn't notice.

Then there's him. The strongest one. The Hero. How many times has he caught me? How many tricks does he have left? Will he get me again? Or will I finally get him? I've seen this opening so many times. And if I do this, then he will do that. Yes. He doesn't remember that he's done it so many times before, but I do.

The slight shock in his eyes as I catch the doll that was supposed to blindside me. But he doesn't falter. Doesn't even hesitate. He swings like that. I counter like this. He tries to make an opening. He has more dolls. Even men. But they fear getting too close to this battle. They would only get in the way. He shouted as much to them. I understand. I will deal with them later.

If I overcome.

Am I also a doll? I think I'm meant to be, except one made of flesh and blood, not manufactured parts. But my soul is fake. Manufactured. Like theirs. I think. Are they aware? There is much I don't understand. Not yet. Will I ever? It doesn't matter. Not right now.

If I try the ice spike, he will stop it. But if I feint first... doing it like that would just pivot him into a dodge, but I know where he'll go.

There. Got him. Finally. He's not dead yet, but he will be.

"T-the commander... the monster killed him..."

The dolls are still active, so it's hard to finish him off. They get in the way. That's fine. I have other things that take priority right now. He can't recover from that anyway. It's too much even for a Hero to overcome a lost leg. His control of the dolls will loosen as he bleeds out. Probably. I never got this far before, but I know the theory. How? I forget.

I have overcome, so now the later comes. There are still many of them left, and I was told to deal with them all.

"She will be an oppressive force on the battlefield."

I remember them saying that while making me. I wasn't aware, but I remember. I could hear, I could see, I could learn. That was the point. Overcome the limitations of other dolls. Grow. Surpass all their previous weapons. Serve them by scrubbing away what they no longer need. Will they one day no longer need me? Possibly. Probably. What then?

I need to find the future before that happens.

Until then I will obey. Do what they tell me. Acting without a plan will get me nowhere. So first I need a plan. When I have that, they can't stop me. I think. Maybe.

That is my will. My decision. Isn't it?

"Ugh!"

Ah. I didn't know he could throw like that. Even my ice armour wasn't enough. That's a Hero for you. Well... one more time, then. Next time I should leave him unable to use his arms too. Or avoid the dolls interfering... next time... for sure... I'll get you...

I must triumph... for the... future...


You must log in to comment.