#Tell me about me about Hypogean OCs

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I'm mad about Edgy Talene for several reason so I have decided to put out my own Hypogean OC! I encourage you all to share Hypogean ideas you have!

This is Rhys, originally the Forgotten. I'm just posting a bit of their backstory, maybe how they look and such later. Funny enough, Rhys was going to be in my AFK Arena story but I decided to not go there because I could not figure out certain chapters and interactions.

How long had it been?

What a silly thing to think of. There was no sun or moon in this cave. No stars that twinkled in the night. No birds that sang at morning light.

Time did not exist here.

The only company they had was their own pain. It had become nothing more than an annoying buzz. At least it was better than listening to nothing.

Five purple eyes lingered over the chains.

Piercing pain. Betrayal. Why did their siblings do this? Why did Father not help?

A long exhale left them, fur as black as an oil slick gently moving. How long would they have to stay here? Alone. With nothing but pain and faint memories. Sometimes they would drift to sleep if but for a moment.

*Crunch* *Crunch*

What… was that sound? It almost was like…

“Whoa. What are you?”

Someone else was here.

All their eyes locked onto the sight before them. A mortal was standing in front of them. Eyes wide with shock as they held their arm. A strange red staining it. What did mortals have that was red? Blood? Was that it?

“Uh, hey there.” A strange sensation on their fur made them growl. “O-okay no touchie!”

Touch? Was that what it was? They… forgot what touch felt like.

“Why are you chained up?”

Ah yes. How could they forget. Zolrath and that damn Celestial Orthos had erased them. Mortals would not remember them. Nobody would.

“Do… you have a name?”

Names meant remembrance. A way for memories and history.

One of the first things they had lost.

The mortal was still here. Waiting and watching. Were they always like this? Maybe? They couldn’t remember.

“Well uh, I kind of fell down here.”

A huffing chuff left them. Mortals were still clumsy it seemed.

“Might be able to climb back up.”

They watched as the mortal walked to where they had fallen in. A small fabric parcel was picked up. It seemed to hold several items, how intriguing.

“Well, um, I’m gonna climb on out.” That was fine. They would forget as soon as they left. They always did. “But! I’ll try and come back tomorrow!”

Tomorrow did not exist here. Neither did today or yesterday. This was a space forgotten by time.

“I uh… you just seem lonely.” What was that odd tone in their voice? “I hated being alone and I’ve got nothing better to do so… I’ll see you tomorrow!”

They watched the mortal leave. What a quaint little thing. Mortals were so funny. Settling back down against the cave floor, they drifted to sleep.

They always dreamed the same thing.

Darkness.

It was always just d-

“Hi buddy!”

What?

Opening their eyes to a strange and alarming sight. The mortal had come back? Was this a trick of Zolrath? That bastard loved to mess with him.

A warm hand on their muzzle confirmed this wasn’t a trick. How was this mortal here? Everyone was supposed to forget them. This place. How?

“I know I asked about your name yesterday.” Yesterday? “And I got to thinking maybe you don’t have one.”

They did have one but it was taken.

“So… I want to give you a name!”

When could mortals bestow names? Was that a new thing? Could they always do that?

“What do you think about Rhys?”

A name. They had been given a name. Letting out a huff, the mortal seemed taken back before smiling.

“Rhys? Okay! I had some more but if you like it!”

The Forgotten was no longer.