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“Hi, Susie!. . .”
“Shit- haha, you scared the hell outta me. Thought you got bored of me for a- Noelle?”
“Yeah! What’s- faha, what’s wrong?”
“You just look kinda. . . I dunno. Is your mom bothering you again? I could yell at her for you.”
“No! No, No. . . I’m doing- faha, great! Never better, actually!”
“Hey, that’s. . . cool. . . Kris been helping with that? Haven’t seen them around either.”
“They’ve helped a bunch. That’s why I wanna talk to you actually! Do you wanna hang out?”
“Oh fuck yeah- I mean uh, sure, if you want me to. Don’t wanna get in the way of. . . whatever the hell you two have going on.”
“Faha, of course not! Kris was always around when we were, I thought it’d be nice to get us all together again!”
“Got any ideas?”
“Yeah! Don’t tell anyone, but they talked me into getting some of my mom’s wine, and. . .”
. . .
. . .
. . .
“Mmmmh~ Mmmmhmh~.”
Tape. Duct tape! The silver kind that’s backed with sturdy cloth. Noelle’s dad always has extra rolls of it just in case, a strip of duct tape can fix a lot of problems around the house! It keeps things in place. It stops things from wandering where they shouldn’t.
That’s what it's made for, right? For inhibiting what otherwise can’t be held down.
Noelle wonders if she'd agree. . . Maybe not yet, but that’ll change by the end of the night.
They had to pick a secluded spot for this, somewhere where the shambling puppets can’t get in their way. It’d just be awful if they got interrupted in the middle of their initiation, especially by those who can’t possibly understand. Their own houses were immediately out of the equation, empty as they are most hours. What if someone came home unexpectedly?
It didn’t take them long to settle on a location though, thanks to Kris. They always seem to have the perfect solutions to her problems these days, to the monotonous drabble of life that weighs her down like a heavy layer of permafrost.
Right now she feels as light as a feather, her arms trembling from raw adrenaline as she winds the glossy duct tape around Susie’s forearm. “A fun game” she told her as she convinced the girl to sit still for this. The strands are overly applied, looped over themselves multiple times before she moves further up her forearm. By the time she’s happy with her work, the silver tape runs from the girl’s wrist all the way to her elbow.
The storage room is illuminated by a dim bulb swaying from a string, Susie sits directly under it in a wooden chair stolen from the nearby closet.
“H-Hey- haha making me- *hic* me dizzy. . .” Susie’s tongue pokes lazily out of her squared snout, sniffing at the faint scent of alcohol wafting from her scales. “Really think that’ll be enough? I can break- *hic* break out of this super easy.” Susie teases her with a glint of yellowed fangs, cluelessly letting the other girl bind her further in place. . .
“Faha, you can try! It’ll look really cool if you do.” Noelle doesn’t bother hiding the tremor of excitement inching its way into her already manic voice, permanently frenzied in its pitch. “Do your best! Feh, we have another roll anyways. . .” They planted duct tape in the cabinet before they got here, making it easier to frame this as spontaneously done.
The air smells like aged wine, a vintage red her mother was saving for a special occasion. She doesn’t need it anymore, she doesn’t deserve it like they do. It’d just be wasted on the frivolous nothings of day-to-day existence. Three bottles are scattered around Susie’s feet. Two empty, one half-full. . .
Noelle took a few sips here and there, not enough for her to get much more than a buzz though.
Nothing close to what she’s encouraged Susie to drink. By the time they talked her into the chair she was already smashed beyond belief, only getting more sober overtime.
Susie huffs boisterously, warm steam flaring from her nostril holes. She roars as she strains against the duct tape binding her arms, straining against the tape keeping her ankles bound to the chair legs too. The chair rocks forward and back against the tiled floor, but the restraints refused to budge.
“Hehe- this is kinda fun- *huff* damn tapes just thicker than I- *hic* I thought!” Her voice wavers as she shakes the chair, tittering on two legs at a time, her laughter getting ragged the longer she tries to break the tape. “Hold me- *huff* still, I- *huff* got this!” She waits until Noelle grabs her by the shoulders to keep going, kept stable so she can push against it with all her might.
The tape doesn’t bend or strain at all, no stretch to the mesh fabric backing it. It’d take leverage she doesn’t have to actually break through, holding completely firm against her attack.
Clenching the edge of the chair’s arms, helplessly waggling her feet, she doesn’t get so much as a single limb out. . .
“Wow, faha. You can’t really do much, huh?” Noelle’s hands tremble in hysteria, peeking over Susie’s shoulder at her confused expression. . . From this angle Susie can better make out the doe’s overly wide smile, beaming down at her with chattering, chipped teeth.
“. . .Uh. Yeah it’s- *hic* it’s actually pretty tight. . .” The monster’s confident tone falters, glancing between Noelle and the enby across the room. “*Hic* This’s gonna take forever to cut off. Kris! You got your knife? Help me cheat.” She tries to spit onto the polished floor, only managing to hock a loogie straight on her own shirt. . .
Kris is sitting near the bottom of the room curled up on their knees, their head resting against the locked door. Unkempt hair is spilled over their features, obscuring everything but flushed cheeks and a concentrated frown. . . They’ve drunk a small amount compared to Susie, but their movements are still labored as they twist the waxy paper into a coned shape. The fatter end is smoothly twisted up, a stem of paper bit off the top with their front teeth as they finish packing the “special leaves” inside. They effortlessly copy gestures they’d learned from Dess, from watching her do the same so many times before. Useful skills. Very useful. . .
“. . .Maybe. . .” They weakly mutter, a mere shell being embodied by a foreign parasite. They slip shaking fingers into their waistband, only able to comply with their demon’s desires. . . With their own darkest desires made manifest. “. . .What do you think, Nelly. . .?” Their kitchen knife is slid out from below their striped sweater, holding the blade up to examine their own exhausted expression in the fingerprint-smudged metal.A brief glimpse of their eyes is visible, glowing red enough to expose dark eyebags. . . If they look even closer, they’d swear there were red strings dancing to an unseen song just behind them.
Noelle sweetly hums to herself, stroking down Susie’s chubby biceps, tracing over the shiny tape with two cracked nails. It’s hard to follow a straight line, it’s too difficult to keep her hands steady when she’s this excited. The world has opened up in a way it never could before, infinite possibilities right at her fingertips. An infinite world full of infinite ways for her to finally break free, to save herself from rotting away in this dead end town full of dead end memories. . .
To pierce what’s right beyond the veil.
“Faha, actually. I think she’s fine where she is!” Noelle chortles loud enough to make Susie flinch, much higher pitched than her already shrill, off-putting babbling.
“What? Dude, stop- *hic* messing around. Cut this shit off me.” She doesn’t sound panicked yet, only the creeping sense that something is wrong here. Unfortunately she’s clueless like all of them are. Too naive to the horrors of this tedium, of what her meaningless future will bring if they don’t save her from herself.
“But messing around is fun! You two were always messing around! Aren’t you- faha- aren’t you having fun?” Noelle grinds her buck teeth faster, breaking off small pieces of enamel from the chipped edges. Her delirious, huge eyes wait longingly for an answer, leaning uncomfortably close to the larger girl. . .
It keeps Susie preoccupied while Kris pulls a lighter out of their back pocket, a zippo with their father’s initials engraved into it. . . A wedding gift.
*Please don’t. Just use me. Not her. . .Please. . .
The metal lighter flashes to life, they hold their meager flame to the tip of the rolled paper.
“Why the- *hic* Why the hell wouldn’t I be. . .? I j-just. . .” Susie answers hazily, not looking Noelle straight on for once. . . She keeps trying to subtly tug against her bindings, only stopping when the enby slips something into Noelle’s hand.
“You just- faha- just have to relax more! This can help. . .” She can’t stop herself from constantly giggling, the cruel kind like when someone is in on a joke you’re entirely clueless to. Gawking at her with terrible intentions, intentions unknown to anyone but them.
*YOU’RE ALREADY >Used UP, WHERE WOULD BE THE FUN IN THAT?
Noelle slips the blunt past Susie’s purple lips before she responds, jabbing quivering fingers straight into the lizard’s curved nostrils. Kris leans over the arm of the chair to clamp down on her snout, making sure she can’t spit it out before she gets her medicine. Special Leaves.
“. . .Just inhale. . .” Kris orders it like they’ve done many times before, their role as the leader of the three. That’s always been their responsibility, even if they’re playing second fiddle right now.
*WE ALL HAVE OUR PART TO >Play, SHE’LL >Understand SOON ENOUGH.
Susie tries to shake her head free, mumbling into the prodding hands keeping her still. The cage digs their overgrown fingernails into her scales for leverage, making sure she can’t open her mouth even an inch wider.
Eventually she runs out of oxygen, and she has no choice but to suck in air around the rolled joint. Her yellow eyes constrict as dark smoke spills into her lungs, a deep inhale that fills them right to the brim.
“There we go! Was- faha- was that so hard?” Noelle snickers through gritted teeth, briefly pulling away from Susie’s nose holes. She only lets her exhale half of the smoke, the corners of her eyes watering as it wafts out slowly. . . “Just like that! Good- Faha, I can’t believe this is really happ- faha, Good Girl!” There’s no limit to her excitement, it grows beyond what she could ever manage in her daily life. It’s a euphoria that sends electricity through her entire body, engorging herself on the adrenaline rush she’s been riding for days now.
She’s finally alive and she’s never going back to how things were.
The teens make her repeat the action a few more times, suckling in tainted air that’s soon dispelled through her nostrils. When they let go of their grip on her the lizard starts violently coughing, spitting up thick, sticky drool on her own shirt again.
“F-Fuck- *COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*.” She wheezes hard, trying to expel what's left of the smoke in her lungs, wetness leaking from her increasingly bloodshot eyes. The tape stops her from flailing around too badly, from doing anything except writhing against the bindings keeping her trapped. . .
“. . .She’s ready for you. . .” Kris whispers it into Noelle’s twitchy ear, rubbing her shoulders encouragingly. “. . .>Proceed. . .” It makes them want to puke, hearing that cursed word pass through their dry mouth. For Noelle it’s a guiding beacon leading her towards something liberating, something she’s yet to uncover in this reality. . .
Something that’ll grant her wings, just like the Angel would’ve wanted.
“Fahaha- I’m ready too. Feels like Christmas morning!” Her crooked smile stretches over her entire snout, exposing more chipped teeth further back in her mouth. . . She’s just too excited! She has to vent it somehow or it’ll burst out of her and spill out and drown the entire town in blood! She’s always wanted to do this to her, she just never would’ve been brave enough without their help.
*Please. Please. Please.
Carpe Diem. Carpe Diem. Kris convulses against their SOUL’s movement, failing to fight against themselves as their large knife is held towards the doe. Too late. They’re a captive audience for its machinations, all they can do is watch and weep.
“This is a- *cough* s-shitty joke. Why the- *hic* *cough* the hell are. . .?” Susie mumbles in a disoriented tone, too zoned out to even try to fight her restraints anymore. Her gaze frantically switches between the enby messing with her waistband and the deer monster standing over her with a kitchen knife in hand.
Noelle curiously slides the blade over her finger, shuddering at the warm rush of pain it brings. It’s very sharp, they always keep it as sharp as a razor. . . A drop seeps out from the cut, soaking into her brown fur before it can drip down. . .
“We have a very- faha- a really special secret to show you! You just have to have faith! I have- fahaha- I have so much faith right now.” Her expression darkens, bulging eyes narrowing into tiny black dots. This time Susie just shrinks down at her shrill, manic laughter. “Isn’t it all so boring? Living like this? School, then home, then school, then- fahaha- you get it! We don’t have to put up with that anymore!! Kris showed me that!!! And. . . and I can show you that too!” The blade’s tip is pressed under Susie’s snout, Noelle’s grin contouring into a sideways smirk. . .
Susie doesn’t say anything, her face betraying a million emotions all clouded by her drugged haze. Does any of this even feel real to her, the world spinning, her vision barely able to focus? The confusion in her features makes Noelle think she doesn’t get how real it really is just yet.
“Kris- *cough* Kris? Dude. . .? S- *cough* stop. . .” She tries pleading to them constantly at first, unaware of how little autonomy they have in this too.
*Can’t do anything. . . Can’t even. . . Comfort. . .
Kris tugs her jeans down, pulling them to her knees before they get caught on the wrapped tape. Checkerboard boxers, purple and black stripes. A strip of thigh is visible between her jeans and underwear, the strip growing when the enby hooks thumbs into the elastic band next.
“. . .This is how she learned her place too. . .” They explain calmly, resting their head against her thigh, dark hair spilling over her while their expression is as empty as a hollowed doll. “. . .It's how you shed your cocoon. She’ll show you how. >Proceed. . .” Her cock spills out from her boxers: it’s as thick as it is long, a subtle flare to the soft tip that ends on a slight curve. Fleshy barbs run down the length of it, ones that catch on Kris’ hand when they grab her by the base of her shaft. . . Susie whines at the contact, rasping louder when they roughly squeeze her by that sensitive, spongy flesh.
They keep messing with her cock while Noelle turns her attention to the lizard’s other thigh: using the dull side of the blade, she traces circles over that thinly-scaled spot of fatty skin. It’s the perfect spot, perfect perfect perfect. There’s nothing in the world she’d want more than this.
“I think- faha- I think I’ve always wanted to- to do this to you. . .” Noelle’s teeth chatter as she talks, slipping into freshly made chips and indents. “I would’ve been too sc-scared to ever try it. . . But- But I’m not scared of anything anymore! Maybe you sh- faha- should be though.” The blade’s edge is angled horizontal to her thigh, along the width of it. Her scaly purple skin bulges when she applies pressure, sinking the blade in deeper until-
Hot steam escapes through Susie’s clenched teeth, biting down on her own fangs as Noelle drags the knife across her. Moving it as carefully as Noelle’s manic touch can manage in this state. A trail of blood follows along behind the blade’s edge, leaking down Susie’s thigh and getting caught in the cracks and crevices of her scales. The grunt of dulled pain is followed by a louder yelp while Kris begins jerking her off, stroking her cock with cold, mechanical precision.
It’s not meant to be comfortable, it’s meant to make her overstimulated. They start off fast and only get faster, giving her no time to adjust in her intoxicated state. Her whines turn into whimpers when Kris starts dragging their nails over her shaft, leaving red marks along the length of her shaft.
Susie doesn’t know where to look, only able to vacantly stare past the other teens on her lap. The chair wobbles helplessly below her, sliding across the tiled floor the harder she tries to struggle against them.
“Please- Kris- *hic* too much- Jingles- *cough* slow down- it’s too much-.” It doesn’t sound like she really remembers where she really is, if this is merely a bad dream she could wake up from at any minute now. Noelle knows how that feels, it’ll make when she understands all the more horrifying.
“Sshh, I know it’s scary! But- fahahaha- doesn’t that make it better?!” The doe kisses the new cut, smearing her lips in slick scarlet. It stains her snout like sickly lipstick, marking bloody kisses up and down Susie’s thigh before pressing the knife in again.
A few inches from the last one, she jabs it in harder. She times it to cut right when Kris leans in to lap at the tip of her cock, dragging the blade in tandem to them licking from tip to base. A thick cut is left in its wake, a shallow slit that floods with unclotted blood like a puddle.
She’s not numb enough to dull that one, her next scream echoes through the walls of the empty school. An injured beast thrashing forcefully against its restraints, helpless against its tormentors. . . The tape still refuses to break, it refuses to budge. All she manages is moving the chair further from the light bulb, almost tittering backwards before the other teens can catch her.
*SHE’LL >Tire HERSELF OUT.
*Please don’t make me look at this anymore please I can’t I
*. . .YOU DID.
Kris roughly gnaws at her flared tip, struggling to fit the curve into their mouth. Maximize discomfort, make sure she can never adjust: Gnaw at the dark purple flesh, catch one of the barbs in their front teeth, squeeze it until she howls like a kicked puppy. Bite harder. Bite harder. Bite enough to draw blood, then move onto the next barb.
Noelle can’t stay at this speed, Noelle can’t stop herself from going further. One Slash. Two Slash. Work faster, work quicker. She’s too excited to go slow anymore, she needs it now, she needs the endorphin high that comes with each cut. Three. Four. Faster. Faster. Faster. Some at an angle, some straight, some deeper, some thinner. Cut and cut until she stops screaming. She wracks the blade across Susie’s thigh until her scales break, until there’s an overlapping web of wounds that gush with a constant stream of blood.
“Nngh. . .” Susie looks down at her own decimated leg, too consumed by shock to fully grasp the damage. Her head must be spinning, her entire reality must be coming apart.
Kris knows how badly this hurts, how close she’s getting to irreversible damage. . . They’ve been in that position before, it only makes them hurt worse to see her suffering how they have.
The parasite controlling their body doesn’t seem to agree: They flatten their palm against her bloodsoaked thigh, showing off a red-stained hand when they pull away.
“. . .We could’ve been doing this all along. . .” Kris spreads their bloodied fingers open, watching the blood string between them, stretching the strands as far as they’ll go. “. . .The bluebird wasn’t enough, how could he be? You need more. >Proceed. . .” Before the last few days she needed a near constant stream of motivation to stay under their thralldom, always being led astray before the real Kris could ever truly save her. Now she barely requires their usual morbid whispers, too broken to realize they still hold all the leverage here.
Their awful promises of everything they can accomplish together are moot, now they can proceed hand in unlovable hand.
Kris knights her with their bloodied palm, smearing a perfect handprint over the right half of her snout. The smell of metal is potent in the air, mixing with the faint scent of vintage wine. The red soaks into Noelle’s fur as she rubs it over herself, feeling its warmth spread out over her cold fur. . .
“D-Do you understand, Susie?” She tries to question the lizard in her sweetest tone, slipping the blade back under her chin. She has to understand, she has to see what Noelle has. She has to know the truth that’s bubbling below the surface.
. . .Susie isn’t moving a lot. . .
The monster just gives an unconvincing nod, too drained to keep her eyelids open. One stays lidded by a half-inch while the other flutters shut, her face growing to a paler purple with every drop of blood drained out of her. Slouching as far as her bindings will allow, her neck droops lower and her head wobbles forward like a hanged corpse. . .
“. . .” Noelle’s near-permanent smile shrinks, gnarling into this cold, cold look. A frigid glare that lowers the temperature in the cramped room, bringing with it a chilly wind that courses through the other teens bones. . .
They haven’t seen that face on her in so long. . . it still makes them shudder, feeling the embrace of deathly winter flooding over their pale skin. It’s so, so cold. . .
“I know you hear me. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Noelle demands it in this icy tone, a maternal tone, sharp enough to freeze someone solid on the spot. Her Mother’s shadow is creeping over her even now. “You’re not even trying to help me save you, you’re- look at me, Susie.” Her bloodsmeared hand winds back, slapping the dazed lizard across her scaly cheek. Loose scales fly across the room, followed by a gush of blood from her open mouth. Susie wakes back up with more reflexive thrashing, dragged away from the sweet release of unconsciousness at the last second.
“. . .Is this about- *hiccup* getting between you too?. . .” Susie mumbles deliriously, the hurt comment slowly spilling out of her. Compared to the pain and discomfort she’s been put through so far, Noelle’s judgemental expression hurts her worse than them all.
“We’re doing this because I wanted you involved! This was- this was all my idea.” Noelle switches back to grinning and giggling within seconds, no transition between aggressively angry and aggressively manic. “I w-faha- want to show you what real freedom is!” Noelle holds one finger up to the lizard, beckoning for her to look closely. She has to brush her fur aside to reveal the secret below: Embedded into her ring finger is a long, pronounced thorn, buried deep into her flesh. . . Crusted blood cakes the edges of it, keeping the sharp wood right where it belongs.
*PAIN IS A NECESSARY TOOL FOR >Growth.
*She didn’t deserve this, I do. . .
*PAIN >Addles THE MIND AND >Prevents DISOBEDIENT THOUGHTS.
*A >Wandering MIND IS A DISLOYAL MIND.
*You’ve done enough, please. . .
*YOU KNOW THAT BETTER THAN ANYONE.
Kris gently grabs the thorn in two fingers, bowing their head as they pluck it out of her skin. A dollop of blood flushes from the permanent wound, the two inches of thorn buried inside her stained red when they hold it towards the dull light. . .
“When we’re done, this will all feel like a bad dream. . .” They slip their hand against Susie’s, carelessly holding it to force her still. Noelle takes her other hand in turn, giggling mindlessly as she rests her bloodied face against Susie’s taped arm. “You’ll wake up in the hospital. You’ll tell them you did this to yourself. Then you’ll be ours even if you refuse our offer.” Their SOUL throbs intensely, their vessel getting sicker at the nightmare unfolding in front of them. A sickly green coats their cheeks, one that doesn’t match the cruel smile stretched over the endless misery below.
Noelle squeezes Susie’s hand harder, planting bloody kisses up her bare arm. She looks really upset right now, but Noelle knows she’ll understand everything soon enough! The world is just this heartless farce forced upon them, in all its artificial rules and false pageantry. The world might as well not exist outside of home town, why should she keep putting up with this lie?
She’ll see. She has to see! She has to see or Noelle’s heart is going to pop.
“You’re doing r-really- faha- really good! I k-knew you would. . .” The doe has to speak louder to talk over Susie’s wincing and groaning, excitedly shushing her while Kris lines the thorn up to her ring finger. It’s bigger than Noelle’s own, giving them plenty of room to work with. They only need to apply a bit of pressure to pierce her outer scales, to jab the pointed thorn deeper and deeper into her fatty tissue.
Kris jabs it in how you’d drive a nail into wood, far enough in to poke at sensitive nerves and blood vessels within.
It’s a different kind of pain to cutting, it’s a sensation like having something foreign forced inside of you. It’s a kind of rape like any other if you really think about it. A leech suckling on an oversized cut, draining you of everything you are. It’s an agony Noelle has experienced for days now, the pain muddying her mind into a shallow pool of stagnant water.
Susie thrashes with everything left in her, the pain surging from her hand up the rest of her wrist. It’s lodged inside, ripping into her, stinging her, stinging, stinging. Whipping her messy hair around, it hides the messy tears streaming down her overwhelmed face.
She tries to close her hand, she tries to find an angle to rip it out of her, she tries to do anything but sit there and wait for the torment to end. Just as Kris tries to force it deeper, it becomes too much for her to bear.
In one final scream of anguish, Susie roars out for help that’ll never come. It’s a sound that bounces through Noelle’s mind, making her crotch burn hotter than it already was.
The monster goes entirely still, collapsing back into the wooden char. Emptied of any value, sapped clean of everything she could give to anyone. She’s merely a hollowed doll, a used-up toy that doesn’t even flinch when Kris apathetically yanks the thorn back out of her finger.
A drop of fresh blood gathers on the tip of it, it’s impossible to tell where her blood begins and Noelle’s ends.
“Faha, that was incredible. I- I feel all t-tingly inside. . .” Her smile is so wide and her euphoria so all-consuming that she doesn’t notice tears are streaming down her face too. “I hope- hope she comes around! W-When she recovers, Faha. . .” She doesn’t care about the guilt as it creeps up. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t think about the gaping hole in her chest from seeing her like this. She doesn’t care.
She only thinks about how it’ll all be worth it to finally break free of this stupid mockery of a life.
She doesn’t care.
The rush of adrenaline is a nice bonus too! Enough adrenaline to make her ears throb to a familiar beat, a faint song beckoning to her from the depths of the lake. It’s a better high than the wine or the special leaves could ever give her, it makes her feel like she can do anything!
. . .Her turn now. Kris leans over the unconscious monster, delicately taking Noelle’s quivering hand. She’s shaking so hard, too many hormones rushing through her system at once. The existing hole makes it easier to slide the thorn back to its intended spot, plugging the slow trickle of blood that’d been leaking from it the last few minutes. . .
“We don’t need her either way. . . Many won’t ever understand what we have. . .” They seal the thorn ring with a loveless kiss, making the enby trapped inside ache with a dozen emotions at once. . . Something they wish they were doing and not them.
*SHE’S AN IGNORANT SLAVE, BUT SHE’S A CUT ABOVE THESE OTHER >Simulacrums.
*SHE CAN HAVE HER >Fun FOR NOW, SHE’S >Earned A LONGER LEASH.
. . .Noelle’s manic smile shrinks again, her mother’s glare returning as she stares down at the shorter human. For a moment, they remember just how much taller she really is to them. . .
“. . .We don’t need her but I want her to help us.” She pushes back sharply, snatching them by their wrist before they can step away. “This was- this was my idea, before we did anything else. My- my present to us. Don’t forget that. Okay? Okay!” Her bleak tone shifts back to its shrill, hyperactive self at the final word, narrow eyes jerking fully open a second later. She bounces from one extreme to the next, it’s too much for most people to keep up with.
She’s a bit too rough in pushing the human back, turning away from them without another thought. . . Too busy reaching into her backpack to fish out a fresh roll of bandages and antiseptics. They have to make sure she doesn’t die before they dump her at the hospital.
*. . .I love you. . .
*. . .Hm.
Kris rubs their sore wrist, the bony spot she had touched feeling much colder than the rest of their arm. . . As cold as winter frostbite, still lingering long after they’ve cleaned the crime scene of any leftover evidence.
. . .They don’t think about her threat too much, if they ever really think about what she babbles about in general. She’s hers, so why let their mind wander to their puppet’s meager plans? That stupid doll from the dark world thought it could manipulate them too, and it got what it deserved for it.
She’s actually enjoying what they’re doing now, enjoying herself in taking out her anger on this uncaring world. Isn’t that the important part?
What more could really come of that. . .?
*SHE’LL >Reap WHATEVER SHE >Sows.
. . .Meanwhile, just across the room. . . Noelle plants a frozen kiss to Susie’s sweatstained forehead, her overly excited brain racing to everything she’ll get to do now that she’s free from the shackles of normality.
Humming Christmas carols sweetly to herself, she switches to “Silent Night” this time. . .
This part of things wasn’t entirely benevolent, not that she’d tell Kris that. . .
It’ll be a lot easier to have their fun if she isn’t able to ruin it.
. . .
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