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Hornet barely survives rescuing Lace from the void sea, collapsing before she can make it home. Luckily, the Second Sentinel is there to carry her to safety - and proves unexpectedly attentive in her recovery.
Once she’s back on her feet, Hornet decides to give the automaton a more thorough inspection… and discovers some unexpected functionality.
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20 Jul 2026
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Hornet, wrangling with guilt, is confronted by an unexpected visitor — the Second Sentinel.
A machine with something on its mind and a knight with something to atone for.
"Perhaps this meeting was just a fluke; an unlikely coincidence bound to happen, but Hornet was not so easily fooled."Bookmarked by Shadowy_Dumbo_Octopus
20 Jul 2026
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what's gold is gold, what's real is us by Lohikäärme (Myxinidae)
Fandoms: Hollow Knight (Video Games)
21 Jan 2026
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Hornet is badly injured in Whiteward. Second Sentinel comes to her assistance.
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20 Jul 2026
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When the quakes began, it was caught entirely unaware, knocked off its tarsi and sent clattering to the ground, left to watch as two things occurred simultaneously: blackened threads began consuming the eternal Citadel and the ceiling above it began collapsing.
Or: As the void descends on Pharloom, the Second Sentinel is gravely injured. Its friend provides it with much needed aid.
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20 Jul 2026
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Do Sentinels Dream of Eternal Sleep? by an_awful_disaster
Fandoms: Hollow Knight (Video Games)
17 Dec 2025
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It patrols the Choral Chambers, alert and aware of its surroundings, eyes darting across the halls and rooms for any signs or life, audio sensors straining to hear any echoes of song or psalm. Once, twice, some small number of times that nonetheless blurs together, it cuts down one of the haunted choir bugs, its twin blades making quick work at rending their carapace. Its joints grow sticky with hemolymph, the many colors of blood mixing on its metal shell as if it were nothing more than a painter’s pallet. Soon it will need to clean itself. The bugs huddled together at the settlement to the east blanch and scare when it is as untidy as it is now. It will abide by their preferences. To defend the Citadel, to uphold its directive, it must assure the wellbeing of the few who keep their wits about them. It will not do anybody any good for them to fear their defender.
Or: A Second Sentinel character study mixed in with a bit of Hornet hurt/comfort.
Bookmarked by Shadowy_Dumbo_Octopus
20 Jul 2026