Turmoil Chapter 2: The Figure

"Well, honey?", sighed Setuh, slightly tired from the 2 hour walking journey she had to endure, "Here we are..."

"Turmoil City...", the mother-son duo spoke under their breath.

In front of them was a cast of the average city buildimgs and rubble, all tarnished by the hands of the cold Inkperial Wars. It was a horrible sight to see, even for the child. Setuh barely spoke a word, as a small chill ran down her spine. She looked at her son, who kept a straight face.

"Alright, Rico, let's go...", she calmly said, patting Rico's back, before heading straight into the city.

Rico watched as his mother went in. He's been worrying a lot after hearing what she had described about what this ruddy place appeared to be. Remembering the mentions of war again, he acknowledged that this place was only living up to its name during its destructive downfall. Turmoil. A state of great disturbance and shock.

“Rico, you coming with?”, called out Setuh ahead.

“O-Oh. Yeah!”, Rico whimpered, as he hurried following on.

The two ended up stepping into one of the streets. A complete ghost town this was. Nobody else was out here other than Setuh and Rico. Even if there were bodies, they would all be dead because of the wars.

Setuh looked around, frowning at the terrible state the city was in. She seemed to be familiar with this. Of course, she’s around a thousand years old. She lived through multiple wars, most as a spectator, some as a soldier. She isn’t proud of it however. All that trauma… All that death… All that devastation…

She looked at her son again, who was being himself as always: an easily anxious, little man. She held his hand and looked ahead again.

“M-Mum…”, softly wailed Rico, “I-I think I-I’m getting something.”

“Come again?”, asked Setuh.

“You know that thing that fell into here? I-I think my radar system is sensing that right over there i-in that building…”

Rico pointed in a northeast direction. There was the building that he was talking about. It was an apartment which had four floors to keep itself structured,but it received a wall hole on the second and fourth floor. Its colour was a pale pink, and its windows were invaded by green moss. It seemed as if there used to be a sign that would tell the name of this apartment, but now… it had been blown away.

“Rico…”, Setuh mumbled, “Are you sure you’re getting a signal from there?”.

“Y-Yeah…”. nodded Rico, “That’s pretty much it.”

“Interesting…”, she sighed, “Come on… We’re going in together…”

“Mum, are you sure we should go in there-“.

“Rico! Do you think I can trust my child being left alone outside in a city which he barely knows his way around?!”.

“But it’s not me I’m only worried about! I-It’s you! Wh-What if you get badly injured-“.

“Rico… Don’t over complicate things…”

“… Sorry, mum… Again…”

Setuh rubbed Rico’s back to make him feel better. This didn’t change his mind however. He was slowly growing more concerned about his and her safety.

As per usual, his mother went into the building first, and he followed from behind. When he did, he began to fiddle with his fingers, attempting to distract himself from the eerie, gloomy atmosphere. He looked at his surroundings. The lights blink continuously. The two now found themselves entering quite a huge reception room. A wide wooden desk laid ahead of them, accompanied by elevators at its side that still - somehow - operate.

Rico held onto his mother’s right arm as he walked through the corridors. Not only had the interior walls discoloured like their exterior counterparts, but also had its thin plastic layers torn off. There were paintings that were either badly damaged or completely wiped off by the explosions that took place during the war.

They reached the stairway, where they decided to float upwards due to the stairs being half destroyed. Still getting an uneasy feeling, Rico held onto his mother.

“Which floor is it?”, she asked as she went up.

“Th-Third floor…”, he answered, “Mum… I don’t know if I should do this…”

“Rico. For the third time, don’t worry, alright? Just stay behind me at all times, and I’ll protect you. Okay?”.

By the time they landed on third floor, they entered its corridors. The features are not at all different to the corridors of the ground floor. Similar scraped off walls lurked on the sides. The floor was all so icky, and the lights were consecutively blinking.

Suddenly, Rico bumped into Setuh’s back who immediately stopped moving. She was seeing something in the distance at the end of the corridor.

A dark figure, covered in a ripped, black robe that covered its eye, mouth, and neck. Its arms and legs were slightly thin, but had different colours. Pale colours to be exact. Its feet would be extremely reminiscent of those of General Grievous of Star Wars. It was holding a weird book of some kind. Even though its eyes couldn’t be seen, it was definitely staring at the two with horrifying intent.

“Wow…”, the entity cheerfully said in Boltam’s voice, “I expected two life forms to find me, but I never thought I would recognise them!”.

“Mum… Wh-What is he talking about?”, wailed Rico staying behind her, “Who is he?”.

“That’s what I want to know too…”, muttered Setuh, uncertain of the entity standing before them, “Who the hell are you?”.

“Whether you should know my name or not, isn’t important…”, the figure spoke in Dynamo’s voice, “What matters more is that I remember you two…”.

He pointed at her.

“The yellow woman… You’re Setuh.”

He pointed at him.

“The little robot… Rico…”.

“…”

“…”

Neither one of the two dared to speak. Rico shook his head, and stepped back. Something ran down Setuh’s spine. It definitely knows them. But… But… How?

The figure looked down. It’s official. It’s seen what it’s seen. A descent to madness gradually began, starting off with a little, childish giggle. The giggle would then change to a terrifying, metallic cackle, which would frighten Rico even more.

Once it stopped, it switched over to Byrd’s voice, and came up with a warning that would haunt Rico:

“You should’ve wished that I was dead…”

To Be Continued…

I'm gonna guess this is either silhouette who probably has more abilities that than we know of

Or (more likely) a new villain since you said you didn't like silhouette that much, who copies other people's voices for his own reason

Yh no. Silhouette is erased from the f**king canon

Damn

Indeed bro

Why

I just don’t like writing him. He seems too hard for me to do