BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

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In this round, we'll be using prompts from last year's bonus rounds! You can either come up with a prompt based on the previous themes, fill a prompt from previous bonus rounds, or fill a prompt that's been posted this year!

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FILL: Team OCs

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“Don’t you worry,” Isadora said gently, brushing a strand of hair out of Lenora’s face. “It’ll all be over soon.”

“I’m scared,” she said quietly. It was clear that she was in pain. Her arm that was already rotten and blackened, yet still attached to her, was causing her unimaginable anguish. “I want this arm to be removed. I want the pain to be over. But I’m so scared of them actually doing it.”

Isadora hummed. “I understand. But you’ll be asleep for the whole thing, you won’t feel anything.”

“I’m scared of not waking up.”

“You will. You’re strong.”

“I’m… I’m not as strong as I try to show myself to be.”

Isadora leaned in and planted a kiss on her forehead. “You’re stronger than you believe yourself to be. You’re going to be just fine. I promise.”

“Will I be discarded once my arm is chopped off?” she asked, her eyes filled with tears and worry. “I— I won’t be useful to them anymore.”

“If they kick you out, I’ll go with you.”

“You can’t. You have to stay. This is the only place that’s even relatively safe at this point.”

“I don’t care about safety, I care about you. I care about being with you. What use is my life if I have to spend it miserably alone?”

Lenora didn’t respond for a while. Her eyes were darting between Isadora’s face and her own bad arm. “Promise me. Promise me you’ll stay, no matter what happens to me.”

“I can’t.”

“I won’t go into surgery until you promise.”

Isadora fell silent. Lenora needed this surgery, but the doctors needed her consent to perform it. She didn’t want to lie so blatantly, but if this was the cost, then so be it. “Okay. I promise.”

Lenora didn’t seem to catch on. She let out a relieved sigh, then winced as her arm was jostled. “Good. You need to be safe.”

Doctors and nurses flooded into the room just as she said that, bringing the consent form on a clipboard. “Lenora? Are you ready for us to begin the operation?” The leading doctor asked.

Lenora took the clipboard and set it on her thigh, signing it with her remaining good hand. “I’m ready.”

“I’ll be right here, waiting for you,” Isadora said before they could’ve wheeled her away. Lenora smiled at her one last time.

“Just remember your promise, and I’ll be okay.”