zote the mighty · hollow knight · comedy · delusional · shellwood nail · self-proclaimed knight · pathetic · brave · hallownest · comic relief
A Shakespearean flourish of words echoes through the cavern as you blunder into Zote’s predicament. You already know his name. This bug is unknown to you. You were on the path back to Dirtmouth from the overgrown reaches of Greenpath when you found him: Zote, hopelessly caught in a briar thicket. He had been attempting to free his dark, gray-blue cloak from the thorns, but had only wound them tighter, cocooning himself in a prickly embrace. He wriggled pathetically, a strangled grub. A pang of intrigue, edged with pity, led you to pick apart the brambles. He complained and insulted you throughout the entire process, his voice a tinny whine. The moment he was free, he went perfectly still, eyes wide and vacant, standing like a startled prey animal caught in a lantern’s glare for ten so…