Octavius stood on the stage to an empty auditorium. Memories of the times he spent writing down the musical. His musical. Humans... demons. His musical was supposed to bridge the gap and remove the animosity amidst the conflict.

His grip tightened on the violin in his hand. That was his intent, but it never truly came to pass. "Blast it all!" He bellowed to the empty walls.

"I wanted to show everyone, and yet the world could not bear my performance!" Octavius lifted up his violin as he shouted. Lowering his posture again, he sighed. "I... I can't do it." As much as he wanted to say he was successful, he knew fully well it was all for naught.

"If I can't show people my talent of songwriting, then who am I playing for?" He looked back to his violin. "Who is this instrument in my hand serenading?"

Octavius felt his breath stutter as he stifled a sob. "What good am I if I can only play to an empty auditorium?" He didn't know what else he could say. His soliloquy had finished itself. Yet, at the same time, he wasn't satisfied.

"Fine." Lifting the violin to his chin, he grabbed the bow from the stage floor, closed his eyes, and began to play. "If I cannot play for anyone else, then I best play for me. I put too much effort into this... and maybe I can see how bad it really sounded."

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My submission for  kikatsu's Secret Santa for  hamstergirlthehamster! Merry Christmas! :D I liked drawing Octavius and learning a little bit more about the lore of your world.

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Octavius (C)  hamstergirlthehamster

Art (C)  pikminpedia Me