Writing Prompt You are a sentient item that got lost/found in a hoard or someone's inventory.

[Envylope]

It's exactly as the title said. You are an item that was lost/found by someone/something. I will start:

Midnight​

Her crimson jewel glimmered at night time. Her long wooden frame remained pristine, despite her years of being left in that cave. Her creators were already long gone, but with their disappearance, they left her a name. Midnight.

Midnight...That's who I am. Even though they left me with such a cool name...They also left me in this fucking cavern! Midnight wondered what those bastards were even thinking. The cultists created her. For what? So they could leave her there?

Bullshit! Mana rippled from the staff's frame with her anger.

"Oh, how amusing," a woman's voice said, cutting through the loneliness in Midnight's metaphorical heart.

For a brief moment, the staff thought she imagined things. The heavenly voice was angelic. Midnight's crimson mana crystal glimmered with the woman's approach. Can you hear me?

The woman gripped Midnight's frame. "I can hear you clearly, little one. You may call me Carmilla. What's your name?"

Midnight...Just Midnight.

Carmilla grinned, showcasing her sharp fangs. "From now on, Midnight, you will be my most valuable tool. I will use you, and you will use me."

 

[NotaNuffian]

It's exactly as the title said. You are an item that was found by someone/something. I will start:

Midnight​

Her crimson jewel glimmered at night time. Her long wooden frame remained pristine, despite her years of being left in that cave. Her creators were already long gone, but with their disappearance, they left her a name. Midnight.

Midnight...That's who I am. Even though they left me with such a cool name...They also left me in this fucking cavern! Midnight wondered what those bastards were even thinking. The cultists created her. For what? So they could leave her there?

Bullshit! Mana rippled from the staff's frame with her anger.

"Oh, how amusing," a woman's voice said, cutting through the loneliness in Midnight's metaphorical heart.

For a brief moment, the staff thought she imagined things. The heavenly voice was angelic. Midnight's crimson mana crystal glimmered with the woman's approach. Can you hear me?

The woman gripped Midnight's frame. "I can hear you clearly, little one. You may call me Carmilla. What's your name?"

Midnight...Just Midnight.

Carmilla grinned, showcasing her sharp fangs. "From now on, Midnight, you will be my most valuable tool. I will use you, and you will use me."

Sorry, I was thinking about something obscene at the first three letters. But that is on me.

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Anyway, here's my attempt.

He didn't really know when he "woke"; everything's fuzzy as it is.

All he knew was the constant numbing hard shocks, the occasional licks, and sometimes, the satisfying plunge as he was submerged into the tasty, rich syrup that seeped into him. It's so sweet, so thirst-quenching.

Then it all faded.

Time is nothing to him, but living in darkness was boring. So he opened his eyes for the very first time, and staring back was a skull

It would have appeared that he had been amicable to this corpse, getting into his heart.

That explains the deliciousness he had previously.

Footsteps, careful and gentle, coming from far towards him.

A band of hooded forms. One with greedy eyes glinted as both of them locked gaze.

As the person's hand gripped onto his handle, the weapon whispered despite the lack of lips to him, "feed me."


Grammarly assists this short segment.

PPS Grammarly took issue with my postscript.

PPPS same with my post-postscript.

PPPPS I hit the paywall quite fast.

 

[CharlesEBrown]

I don't know how long I had been slumbering when I was awakened by that single, cryptic word: "Equip."
Suddenly, I felt an odd chill on one surface, and a strange, warm, kind of fuzzy feeling on the other. I checked my sensory systems - audio was clear, echolocation functioning. Sense of touch definitely in place.
No visual senses. This could get tricky.
"Guys," a very, VERY loud voice nearby said, "I'm hearing ... things. An odd buzzing, but also footsteps approaching. I..."
The voice was coming from below me? I activated my connectors and it suddenly stopped talking as a momentary pain intruded on its thoughts. And then we were in contact.
"Hello loud being," I said, "five creatures of about your size, carrying a lot of metal, are about to enter this chamber. If you permit, I can turn you to face them."
"Who are you?" it asked in its loud voice.
"I... was called the Helm of the Bat once. I suppose that will suffice. We can communicate directly thanks to the probes, you'll only need to speak to communicate with the other four ... wait, there's a fifth..." I began.
I heard the distinct sound of a sword being unsheathed. Ah - adventurers. This could be fun. Just wish I'd been given visual senses instead of just audio ones. From somewhere in my memory systems, I recalled the word for the soft material beneath me - hair. It seemed to be nice, long hair. The voice had been pitched fairly high, so maybe I now belonged to a woman? That would be new....

 

[CountVanBadger]

I had dreams, once. I was going to find my way into the hands of a great adventurer. I was going to be a primary, indispensable part of their loadout. I was going to help them save the world. And years later, whenever people asked them how they did it, they would put a fond hand on me and say something that was equal parts inspiring and sentimental, like "A hero is only as good as his weapon."

I believed that. I really, truly did. In a world with the most extensive random item generator in the universe, where literally anything could be combined with anything to do anything, I had the gall to think that I was something special.

Well, if God laughs at the plans of men, what does He do for the plans of a pair of tap shoes that dispense an infinite supply of crazy glue?

I had dreams once...

 

[JayMark]

Does being a former human count? Because I just wrote a 65k word 48 chapter book that's essentially this prompt.
That will have to count as my participation here.

[Edit] Link is now in my signature next to Alteration if anyone is curious.

 

[Ouroboros_77]

“He’s waking up.”

“Ooo…this is exciting. A new friend.”

“Give him some space.”

“This isn’t any space. We are all cramped in here as it is.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

“Huh…where am I?” I couldn’t see anything when I woke up, but I could feel something cold and metallic against me.

“You are awake? Good. I was thinking you weren’t gonna make it,” said a gruff voice.

“Hello! I am Emily. It’s wonderful to meet you,” spoke a cheerful voice that was distinctly feminine.

“New guy. Don’t get too comfortable. You might have been someone outside, but here you are nothing,” said another feminine voice. But unlike the first one, this was completely devoid of any warmth.

“What is this? Who are you all?! Why can’t I see anything?” I was starting to panic. I couldn’t remember being taken away, and I had no idea of what was happening.

“All right, calm down,” said the gruff voice. “Time for introductions. I’m Cutter, I’m a knife. The bubbly one is Emily, as you just heard; she is a half-empty healing potion bottle. The bossy one, that’s Elektra; she used to be a pretty famous sword.”

Suddenly a shriek of utter horror pierced the darkness. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

“Yeah. And that’s Bob; he’s a sweet roll. Ignore the shouting; he’s been rotting for a while. As for where you are, you are now in the inventory of the hero.”

“The hero?!”

“Yeah. You know. Handsome, saving the world, destroying evil, getting the girl, that kind of thing. He also happens to be a compulsive thief with an obsessive hoarding problem.”

“But how did I get here? I am the crown of the Sunken King. I am meant to be worshipped.” The thought of being taken from the Sunken King’s temple and carried around like a trophy was utterly horrifying.

Elektra snorted. “Worshipped, huh? Well, you can forget all that nonsense now. In here, it will be a miracle if you see daylight. But don’t worry, new guy, I will take care of you; you just have to do what I say.”

“Don't be mean to the new guy, Elektra,” Emily said, chastising the sword. “Don’t worry, Crownie, we are all friends here.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“But I don’t want to be here. I can’t see anything. I want to go home.”

“All right. Calm down, kid,” Cutter said with the best approximation of a comforting tone he seemed to be capable of. “Look, there is no use panicking. We have all been through this. I could tell you that things will get better, but that would be a lie. You are pretty much stuck here now, so you might as well get used to it.”

“It isn’t so bad here Crownie,” Emily’s never seemed to run out of cheerfulness. “There are a lot of other items to meet. Lots of friends to make.”

“With an attitude like that I don’t think he will survive in here for a week. Crowns are pretty scrawny anyway,” Elektra said.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Bob offered.

“Look, kid. We have arranged a welcome party for you. It’s at the bottom of this backpack. Why don’t you come and meet the rest of us? You might even enjoy it. It’s better than staying up here and sulking.”

I tipped my frame forward, agreeing to the invitation. We started moving downwards, with Bob still screaming somewhere nearby.

 

[Corty]

Day 762

I have been sitting here for... I don't know... A long time. I already had three roommates come and go: Freddy the spider, Freddy-2 the spider, and Freddy-3 the spider. They may have been the same spiders, I can't tell, they never introduced themselves.

As for today, nothing else happened, really. I was still in the corner, sitting on my pedestal, counting the dust particles falling on me. Soon, I will finally turn completely grey. Proper camouflage, if you ask me! Hm... I wish I had arms... or legs. Or not. You see, there is another fella in here with me, his name is Joe. Poor bastard was designed without movable limbs, so he is stuck in his forever-pose. I bet it's uncomfortable as hell... good thing he is not alive to cry about it. If I had a nagging roommate... that would be even worse.

Well, anyway, I'll go back to sleep. Good thing that even though I'm just a... well, me, I can still sleep away the boredom.

 

[Bartun]

There's only one hoard I would be in, and he would never let me get lost. ?

 

[Avarice_Of_The_Seven]

In the era of calamities, mortals were always under the threat of extinction.
They begged the sky for peace, cried for order and stability of their civilization.

Pitying the mortals suffering below, the goddess finally decided to give them her protection.
Thus, using her divine light, she forged a legendary sword, a blade that embodied her will to create order.

But the legendary sword was too powerful to fall into the wrong hands. The goddess, with her immense wisdom, gave the sword sentience so that it may choose its wielder who would be the harbinger of peace.

Whenever calamity struck, the legendary blade chose a hero, and in their hands it always brought forth peace.

That was the story of the legendary sword. That was… my story.

The world is now peaceful, no calamities exist to threaten the world, and all mortals live in joy.

‘But… what about me?’

I've been stuck in this dark and soundless space for who knows how long.

The concept of time doesn't seem to exist here, yet I feel like I've spent an eternity.

Blades are used for the purpose of war, so no one needs them in the era of peace.
But what about the blades that are discarded when they are no longer needed?

What about me, who was discarded since I was no longer needed?

‘Oh goddess, you pitied the mortals who lived in the world that you watched over.
But why do you not pity me? Why do you not pity your own creation?’

It's exactly as the title said. You are an item that was found by someone/something. I will start:

Midnight​

Her crimson jewel glimmered at night time. Her long wooden frame remained pristine, despite her years of being left in that cave. Her creators were already long gone, but with their disappearance, they left her a name. Midnight.

Midnight...That's who I am. Even though they left me with such a cool name...They also left me in this fucking cavern! Midnight wondered what those bastards were even thinking. The cultists created her. For what? So they could leave her there?

Bullshit! Mana rippled from the staff's frame with her anger.

"Oh, how amusing," a woman's voice said, cutting through the loneliness in Midnight's metaphorical heart.

For a brief moment, the staff thought she imagined things. The heavenly voice was angelic. Midnight's crimson mana crystal glimmered with the woman's approach. Can you hear me?

The woman gripped Midnight's frame. "I can hear you clearly, little one. You may call me Carmilla. What's your name?"

Midnight...Just Midnight.

Carmilla grinned, showcasing her sharp fangs. "From now on, Midnight, you will be my most valuable tool. I will use you, and you will use me."

but the prompt is about a sentient item getting lost while this is about an item being found, weird....

It's exactly as the title said. You are an item that was found by someone/something. I will start:

Midnight​

Her crimson jewel glimmered at night time. Her long wooden frame remained pristine, despite her years of being left in that cave. Her creators were already long gone, but with their disappearance, they left her a name. Midnight.

Midnight...That's who I am. Even though they left me with such a cool name...They also left me in this fucking cavern! Midnight wondered what those bastards were even thinking. The cultists created her. For what? So they could leave her there?

Bullshit! Mana rippled from the staff's frame with her anger.

"Oh, how amusing," a woman's voice said, cutting through the loneliness in Midnight's metaphorical heart.

For a brief moment, the staff thought she imagined things. The heavenly voice was angelic. Midnight's crimson mana crystal glimmered with the woman's approach. Can you hear me?

The woman gripped Midnight's frame. "I can hear you clearly, little one. You may call me Carmilla. What's your name?"

Midnight...Just Midnight.

Carmilla grinned, showcasing her sharp fangs. "From now on, Midnight, you will be my most valuable tool. I will use you, and you will use me."

but the prompt is about a sentient item getting lost while this is about an item being found, weird....

 

[Envylope]

but the prompt is about a sentient item getting lost while this is about an item being found, weird....

but the prompt is about a sentient item getting lost while this is about an item being found, weird....

Weird...Understand the rules of writing, and then break them at your leisure. Or something.

 

[Avarice_Of_The_Seven]

Weird...Understand the rules of writing, and then break them at your leisure. Or something.

can you elaborate ? I'm new to writing so I don't understand most terms and rules, and that is why I don't know what you mean by rules of writing