Yumetober 2025 Prompts

Newest Prompt: Day 8

DAY 1: Far away from reality, kind of lost on the path.

What is considered reality nowadays when you’ve been magically transported to a previously-fictional universe? Is reality your current plain of existence, or your home realm an impossible distance away? Kalita would probably go with a mixture of both considering how often she feels disjointed by the societal differences in Colony 9, and how she’s literally far away from her reality on Earth.

Even after several years on Aionios, she still has fears lingering in the back of her mind that she’ll, to put it crassly, kind of fuck everything up. How many stories has she read where the protagonist’s presence alone affected the future? At least those are short-term consequences for up to a few decades. She’s stuck sometime before the plot of Future Redeemed; there’s still an entire millennium to pass until Ouroboros restarts Origin. Kalita’s only mortal; there’s no way to guarantee every step forward progresses correctly as the timeline dictates when she won’t live longer than 80.

Except...there is one way. No, no, she can’t become Moebius. No matter how lost she feels she refuses to become the literal enemy to the few rebels that exist. She just needs to trust everyone, trust A’s words whenever A appears, that the future path is still secure.

She’s not trying to change anything major, it just...sort of happened, and she’s selfish enough, paradoxically satisfied and unsatisfied enough, to prioritize her happiness in the moment when the outcome will result in tragedy as long as she doesn’t fight it. They’re doomed, to put it simply. She’s known since day one what will inevitably happen, and no matter how much it pains her, for the sake of Aionios she will have to let them go eventually.

All Kalita can hope is that she refrains from reality for just a little longer.

DAY 2: [prompt redacted]

“Oh God...” Kalita groans.

“There, there,” Shulk comforts her.

“Shulk, I feel like dogshit.”

“It’s okay, I’m here.”

“Can you,” she coughs. “Ugh, can you feel my temperature again?”

“Certainly,” Shulk leans forward and presses the back of his flesh hand against her forehead. “Well, we’ll have to see what the medic thinks, but to me the fever’s gone down a bit compared to yesterday.”

“Thank God. I’m still pissed off I’m sick, you know. Back on Earth my immune system was stellar; I completely forgot my stupid Earth body might be more affected by Aionios diseases. What’re they called, pathogens in the air...?” She coughs again, wincing at the irritation in her throat. “I fucking hate being sick! I can’t even speak properly!”

He makes a sympathetic noise. “I’m sorry, Kalita. I hope you feel better soon. Is there anything I can get you? Water, food?”

“The only thing I’m longing for right now is to get over this stupid illness,” she complains, then sighs. “Sorry, I know I’m being snappy. I’m just mad, and I don’t wanna get you sick too.” Suddenly, she groans again and clutches her stomach. Shulk hurries to grab the nearby bucket, which she yanks out of his hands the instant it’s within reach, and Kalita proceeds to dry-heave into it.

“Guess I also needed this,” she croaks, hanging her head.

He cups her cheek with his prosthetic, and a small smile arises at the sight of her sinking into the cool metal. “Don’t worry about me, Kalita. You’re sick, and I want to take care of you. I know if Rex were here he’d say the same thing.”

“Well, then that’d be two people getting sick. And don’t say you won’t catch this! I know how this goes. But...thanks.” She looks at him. “I’m happy you’re here. I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” his smile widens. “I’ll remain all throughout the night in case your fever worsens, though hopefully it’ll break by morning.”

“Please, universe, please. I wanna be normal again, er, as normal as I usually am. I feel so weird, I can’t tell if I’m delirious or what.”

“I think you should rest then.”

“Dramatic sigh, fine.”

“...Did you just say—?”

“Yes I fucking did. I’m sick, dammit, my brain to mouth filter is like non-existent right now including my ability to reign in my swearing and Gen Z lingo.”

“I’m just going to pretend I understood half of what you said. Let me get you more water, and then you can nap.”

“Okay. Thanks, Shulk.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

(Kalita was already dead to the world by the time he returned, a miracle for a light sleeper like her. If Shulk watched her rest for longer than he probably should have, that’s his secret).

DAY 3: Step for step; dance with me and don't look back.

”Dance with me!” Rex laughs, stumbling.

Kalita visibly hesitates, “Um, what?”

”C’mon, K’lita, let’s live a little and dance!”

She stares, “There’s no music though.” She squints at him. “Are you...drunk? I thought you could hold your alcohol? How much have you had?”

”Enough to do this,” and he leaps forward to tug her close, forcing their hands together.

”Oof—Rex!” Kalita cries, stumbling against his sturdy frame as he bounces them around in a circle. She squirms in his hold, head twisting left and right to attempt to gather her bearings.

“Don’t look back!” Rex says. “Just have fun!”

He hums a tune only he can hear with not a care in the world. She doesn’t even bother to break free, resigning herself to how the movements are sort of…fun. At least, it’s fun when it’s Rex spinning her around. Step by step, her irritation fades into a fond appreciation for the absurd spontaneity that can only arise from copious amounts of alcohol. Soon enough—with her struggling to hide her slight panting—they slow into a sway.

“So?” Rex says out of the blue.

“So...?”

“Was it fun?”

“Yes,” she admits.

“Happy to hear my plan worked then.”

“‘Plan’...?” Suddenly, she realizes he hadn’t slurred his words even once. Kalita jerks her head upwards to stare at him, gasping at his smug expression. She pries a hand free and lightly slaps his chest. “You jerk, I knew you couldn’t get that drunk!”

He only laughs loudly, which she’s swift to cut off with a firm kiss on the lips.

DAY 5: Feels like home; but home is where I don't want to be.

The bright scarlet light fades into pure whiteness, forcing Kalita to shield her face. When she dares to lower her arm seconds later, she’s met with a shockingly-familiar sight:

A modern Americana neighborhood.

She knew this would happen, of course, but nothing could have prepared her for the painful nostalgia that came with it. And isn’t that funny, the fact she’s been in Aionios for so long a random, Earth-esque cul-de-sac makes her feel nostalgic?

To quote A, it feels like coming home.

The rest of the party survey the area in silent bewilderment, taking in the unusual architecture, the trimmed hedges and lawns, and even the pavement under their feet. Disregarding how it’s obviously not the snowy peak of the Black Mountains anymore, no one had ever stepped foot in such an alien environment—no one, at least, besides Kalita.

“Where’s this...?!” Matthew wonders.

Kalita swallows harshly, trailing behind the group as they approach the railing overlooking the modern city.

“Pretty...” Glimmer blurts in awe, head bobbing between the skyscrapers. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Wow. Those towers...it’s like they’re all...sparkling...” Nikol says.

Panacea and Linka stare at the Beanstalk contraption in the distance.

“And that enormous one...” The former starts.

“It’s so huge...bigger than a castle,” the latter finishes.

Shulk merely hums in thought, gears turning in his mind.

Rex breaks his stare to glance between him and Kalita for a split-second. “Shulk. This what I think it is?”

“Yeah,” the blonde nods. “The source of us all, Zanza—no, Klaus’ world.”

“And mine,” Kalita croaks.

Everyone turns around. She’s never been good at hiding her emotions, and this is another instance where her heart’s visibly on her sleeve. Her face is ashy and covered with streaks of pain, lips firmly pressed together to hide their shaking.

“When I said I was from a third world...Earth...this is what I meant. Not exactly, but pretty damn close to how this looks. This is...this is my home.”

But home is where I don’t want to be, she silently adds, looking at Shulk and Rex. Of the few hints she’d provided earlier, she can tell they’ve pieced together the hidden meanings she cannot say, understand why else she’s so stricken. Neither need to say another word aloud because Fate’s hands of time are creeping even closer against their will; they’re in the final stretches of Future Redeemed now that Origin is displaying this simulation.

And somehow I’m still not ready to say goodbye.

DAY 7: Until the mirror breaks.

Kalita can pretend she’s in a dream for only so long. She’s seasoned in how these kinds of stories go, and the notion of essentially being a weak fan fiction protagonist is daunting. But truthfully, the illusion shattered as soon as she woke up to the sight of a sturdy, dull tent ceiling—maybe even sooner when she saw Shulk amongst the Liberators in crystal-clear vision the day prior. And wasn’t that crazy, encountering one of your favorite formerly-fictional characters in the flesh? Had she seen him on Earth, she’d probably assumed it was some disabled middle-aged cosplayer with the best-looking wig known to man and an accurate, actually functional prosthetic arm.

Everyone in Colony 9 has treated her with mild distrust thus far, not that she can blame them. A mysterious young woman dressed in City-esque clothing wakes up in the middle of a field with no recollection of how she got there? Part of her wishes someone had told her there were better places to take a nap than on the ground.

Shulk, at least, has been one of the few to treat her with kindness right off the bat. Obviously, Kalita isn’t some secret Moebius agent or anything, but she worries even he will grow sick of her presence eventually. She can’t fight, she can’t strategize, she can’t cook, she can’t make things with her hands, and she doesn’t even have an Iris installed within her eye.

So then why is she in Aionios? How is she in Aionios? She’s almost 21, she’s in her final year of college. She should be focusing on graduating and instead she’s anxiously following Liberators around the colony like a lost duckling, eager for something to do.

How long until the mirror breaks? How long until they see her uselessness reflected in shattered glass? She can only pray she’ll find some way to pull her weight and not be thrown out to the wolves—or rather, she should say thrown out to the Volves. Guess it’s time to start brainstorming...

DAY 8: [prompt redacted]

Kalita frowns at the bandage wrapped around Rex’s lower right side, only noticeable now due to the stretching of his arms and raised shirt. “Hey Rex? Is that new?”

He glances down at where she’s looking, clicking his tongue. “Ah, yeah, nasty bugger swiped me hard. More of a bruise than a wound but the good ol’ medic wanted it covered just in case.”

She squints, frown deepening, “How big of a bruise are we talking?”

“‘Bout as big as my hand, if I had to guess.”

“Does it hurt?”

He smirks boyishly, “If I say yes, will you kiss it better?”

“Sure, if it’ll help your pain.” Though her cheeks are dusted with red, she says it seriously.

He blinks rapidly a few times, taken aback, but recovers quickly. “Alrighty then, come over here.”

Rex lowers his arms and rolls his shirt up just enough to expose the bandage. Kalita crosses the short distance to his body, crouches until her face is square with the area, and presses a tender kiss directly in the center. The sheer sincerity of the action has his heart swell with love the longer her lips remain, enough to ignore the tingling pain from the applied pressure.

She draws back with a fond smile, returning to her feet, however the smile immediately wipes away into a disgusted gag. “Wait, eugh, I think I got a fuzzy in my mouth.” Her upper teeth repeatedly scrape across her tongue until her gag lessens.

He can’t hold in a laugh, “A fuzzy? How old are you?”

“Old enough to kiss your boo-boos better,” she retorts.

“Touché. At least we’re even for the other night now.”

“Rex!” She whines. “I said I was sorry! How was I supposed to know my stupid sleeping sweat would get in all over your hair?”

“We both knew it was hot outside, so there’s your answer,” and he pats the top of her head with a smile of his own.


  • DAY 9: Wasn't it worth the pain?
  • DAY 11: Stay in touch.
  • DAY 13: Far out of sight, yet in a new light.
  • DAY 15: Anger is nothing but fear dressed in black.
  • DAY 17: Even if you run, the story's the same.
  • DAY 19: Swallow your frown.
  • DAY 21 (Birthday!): A look into each other's eyes, and it hurts beyond belief.
  • DAY 23: Now we're throwing paper planes into the sky, hoping they will crash and burn.
  • DAY 25: Why has this fear never bothered me before?
  • DAY 27: Without your grace, I will perish.
  • DAY 29: Termination; deleting what I believed to be.
  • DAY 31: Your heart should only be beating for me.

Prompts originally created by my friend Mai!

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Pub: 29 Sep 2025 22:00 UTC

Edit: 08 Oct 2025 22:46 UTC

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