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[derrys-darling]

VILLAINY — MANIPULATING

"Ungrateful…" "Calm yourself." "I did it for you." "I never said that." "You forced my hand." "Tell no one of this." "You always do this…" "Have you calmed down?" "Are you this sensitive?" "You know I care for you." "Are you certain of that?" "So you're leaving me…?" "You were told what to do." "You care about me, right?" "This is for your own good." "Are you trying to hurt me?" "You always side with them!" "Indulge me just this once." "So be it. Do what you want." "It was a joke. Lighten up." "I'm not perfect, no one is." "And you trust what they say?" "Look at what you made me do." "You'd be nowhere without me." "You should be more grateful." "I only want the best for you." "No one sees you as I see you." "They all conspire against you." "I'm sorry you feel that way…" "I warned you this would happen." "No one else had any objections." "Who would you trust, them or me?" "It is all in the past. Let it go." "Your trust in me will be rewarded." "Ah. I see. You're scared to do it." "If you'd just let me, I'd help you." "I don't know why I trust you at all." "This is what they would have wanted." "I urge you to reconsider your words." "You should know what you did. Think." "So you don't care about me, is that it?" "Please, I don't want to argue with you." "Forgive me, please, it won't happen again." "Other people have it much harder than you." "You let your emotions get the best of you." "It's not you I don't trust, but the others." "Are you incapable of following instructions?" "I may be the only person that cares for you." "Don't crawl back to me when things go south." "You should think your choices over carefully…" "I wouldn't do it like that… no, no, keep going." "Every time… it's always the same thing with you." "Your orders were simple, and yet… you disappoint." "It was nothing more than a lapse in my judgement." "I know you think that this is what you want, but it really isn't." "No, it is my fault, I should not have expected different from you."

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Difficult Questions for Muses

Please remember to use trigger warnings as and when necessary. | Please specify for multimuses which muse the question is for.

Do you think that you’re a good person?

Do others like you? Do you want others to like you?

What do you think others like or admire about you?

How do you know when you’re in love? (romantic or platonic)

Would you or have you ever killed? What would drive you to kill? 

Do you think that killing is ever justified?

Have you ever done anything that you feel to be very morally wrong?

Should all people be treated as equal and have the same rights?

If you committed a crime, would you accept punishment willingly?

Is suicide ever the right choice?

Is euthanasia ever the right choice?

Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love?

What could make you break your own moral code? 

Have you ever doubted your own beliefs? (Spiritual, philosophical)

Would you always be loyal to your loved ones even if they wronged you?

What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Why do you love the person or people you love? (romantic or platonic)

Do you agree with capital punishment?

Could you ever forgive your worst enemy?

What would you like to achieve before you die?

[derrys-darling]

"𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩." 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨—𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮, 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮. 𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙙𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣, 𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮-𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨.

"𝘽𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙩," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙩, "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠…" 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩. "𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙣.

Ruby was walking out of school humming a song as she usually did she spots a girl with a camera she quickly walks over taking a small detour from going home she walks up to the girl with the bright smile she always wore on her face.

"I love your hair and your outfit is very lovely.." she says with soft eyes smiling at the girl

@weirdly-ang3licx

(hope this is good!!)

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨?" 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮’𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚—𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖'𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮, 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮. 𝙊𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙. 𝙉𝙖ï𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙣.

[derrys-darling]

"𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚—𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩?"

𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧, 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨—𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚—𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚—𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩. 𝙊𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙨.

Ruby was walking out of school humming a song as she usually did she spots a girl with a camera she quickly walks over taking a small detour from going home she walks up to the girl with the bright smile she always wore on her face.

"I love your hair and your outfit is very lovely.." she says with soft eyes smiling at the girl

@weirdly-ang3licx

(hope this is good!!)

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨?" 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮’𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚—𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖'𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮, 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮. 𝙊𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙. 𝙉𝙖ï𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙣.

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Ruby was walking out of school humming a song as she usually did she spots a girl with a camera she quickly walks over taking a small detour from going home she walks up to the girl with the bright smile she always wore on her face.

"I love your hair and your outfit is very lovely.." she says with soft eyes smiling at the girl

@weirdly-ang3licx

(hope this is good!!)

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨?" 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮’𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚—𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖'𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮, 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮. 𝙊𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙. 𝙉𝙖ï𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙣.

[derrys-darling]

Sighs, most people might actually agree with you for once.

Official Artwork of Bishoujo Horror Icon Figures by Kotobukiya

[derrys-darling]

@notclickbaitpennywise

Buddy, buddy I hate to say it. Buuuut , they made you an Anime girl.

(Honestly everything this ocs posts anything with your tag, it's always gonna be silly.)

Official Artwork of Bishoujo Horror Icon Figures by Kotobukiya

[derrys-darling]

let me take a photograph

(Ooc and more sillly)

me and @henry-the-winner are hanging out. dont worry, that’s a bald cap. I’m getting ready to put on a wig

[derrys-darling]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[derrys-darling]

"𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡," 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙮, 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚, "𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨... 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖." 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚, 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙧-𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚—𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩.

"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚—𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙." 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩, 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠-𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝘼 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝—𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙩.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮—𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚.

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Monica is sitting on the ground she looks almost lifeless like there is not a thing in her head she looks around quickly spotting the black haired girl with a camera she gets up putting on her friendliest smile

"why hello there I don't think I've talked to you before!" She says in an overly cheery voice it was almost disgusting how sweet it sounded disgustingly fake and disgustingly bad.

[derrys-darling]

"𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮?" 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚—𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣. 𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙."

  𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠-𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙨��𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝘼 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝—𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙩.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮—𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚.

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Monica is sitting on the ground she looks almost lifeless like there is not a thing in her head she looks around quickly spotting the black haired girl with a camera she gets up putting on her friendliest smile

"why hello there I don't think I've talked to you before!" She says in an overly cheery voice it was almost disgusting how sweet it sounded disgustingly fake and disgustingly bad.

[derrys-darling]

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤," 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙪𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚—𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨.

𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠.

𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚.𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚? 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙪𝙩.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣.

𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙. 𝙃𝙖𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩. 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙄𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘—𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧. 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚.

𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘 𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩—𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

"𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮, 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩."

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠-𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝘼 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝—𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙩.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮—𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚.

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Monica is sitting on the ground she looks almost lifeless like there is not a thing in her head she looks around quickly spotting the black haired girl with a camera she gets up putting on her friendliest smile

"why hello there I don't think I've talked to you before!" She says in an overly cheery voice it was almost disgusting how sweet it sounded disgustingly fake and disgustingly bad.

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𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚.

"𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚 , 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛-𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠. "𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚. 𝙃𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛... 𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩."

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬, 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙬, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚.

"𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖. 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙢. "𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩."

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖—𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙢𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚.𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙩𝙡𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙡𝙩. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧—𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚.

𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚? 𝙈𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙮? 𝙊𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚?

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙮, 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠-𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝘼 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝—𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙩.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮—𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚.

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Monica is sitting on the ground she looks almost lifeless like there is not a thing in her head she looks around quickly spotting the black haired girl with a camera she gets up putting on her friendliest smile

"why hello there I don't think I've talked to you before!" She says in an overly cheery voice it was almost disgusting how sweet it sounded disgustingly fake and disgustingly bad.

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"𝙎𝙤," 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥, 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚?"

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖'𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧—𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙗𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝, 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩. 𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙁𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚.

𝙄𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

𝙄𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙥. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚, 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙞𝙧.

𝘼 𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚. "𝙎𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙄 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝘽𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚."

𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙-𝙪𝙥 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩—𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠-𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝘼 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝—𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙩.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮—𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚.

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Monica is sitting on the ground she looks almost lifeless like there is not a thing in her head she looks around quickly spotting the black haired girl with a camera she gets up putting on her friendliest smile

"why hello there I don't think I've talked to you before!" She says in an overly cheery voice it was almost disgusting how sweet it sounded disgustingly fake and disgustingly bad.

[derrys-darling]

"𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚? 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜," 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮. "𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚? 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮."

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚—𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬, 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖’𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙭 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝, 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚—𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖’𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖’𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣—𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩—𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙚𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

"𝙎𝙤," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚, "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙪𝙝? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚." 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙪𝙥, 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠."𝘾𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙚—𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧."

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠-𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝘼 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝—𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤. 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙩.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮—𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚.

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Monica is sitting on the ground she looks almost lifeless like there is not a thing in her head she looks around quickly spotting the black haired girl with a camera she gets up putting on her friendliest smile

"why hello there I don't think I've talked to you before!" She says in an overly cheery voice it was almost disgusting how sweet it sounded disgustingly fake and disgustingly bad.

[derrys-darling]

What's in Narcissa's bag?

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Image decipher: Crumpled Rose, Scissors, Switchblade, Lighter, Flask (Cough, totally apple juice, trust.) Cigarettes, camera and the spare paper shit it gets printed on.

[derrys-darling]

go for it queen !!

Ooc/

aghhhhh I have a perfect idea for a OC....But I feel like I have too many already😭😭😭