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Answered prayers

It was 1973, around mid Winter in Mississippi. A young woman was being eaten alive by her past as she slept once again. She awoke from her sleep in a cold sweat as she tossed and turned all night from the countless times she's had nightmares of the very blood running down her fists. She dragged her cumbersome and tired body to the bathroom as she stared herself in the eyes one last time, her green eyes darkened to a hazel as she watched her child like light slip away. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak. She could only feel, the burning passion and hatred as she looked down wondering how to explain what happened. She hid the blood away from her family as she curled into a ball and sobbed into her night dress, she felt dirty and used as she stared at her burning scars and felt the disgusting hands of the monster once more as she looked around the sterile white bathroom with the chipping paint around the door as the smell of regret rooted deep inside of her lungs, she wished for the forbidden freedom she could never have as her spirit clung as tight as it could but it couldn't help what she was going through.

She arose from the bathroom floor and dragged herself to the kitchen trying her best to not be spotted by anyone as she looked for something to make sure she can never feel the way she does ever again. She scrubbed the floors and counters and washed every dish staring at the pale and soggy food drip down into the drain, she stared blankly into the window ahead and then at her own reflection. she looked forward at her nappy brunette hair and her puffy red tear stricken cheeks, she feels as if she's failed herself and everyone else wanting her to be strong, she knew it was wrong for herself to commit such atrocities to someone els, but what other choice did she have?

Let's start at the day she watched herself die. It was August 15th 1972, she was walking to school. She was ruthlessly bullied for everything she did but at the same time extremely sexualized for any reason possible. Sadly today was slightly different as she came to class and sat down, she was scared and anxious, she looked around frantically and just blamed it on jitters as she pulled herself together. She should've listened to her soul because as the bell rang she was packing her stuff, she thought she was last. She was severely mistaken, she couldn't move, she could only burn as her 'friend' came up behind her

Her friend had been pressuring her to experiment with herself and go out with him, everytime she said no every time but this lead to her bloody beginning. She felt his touch everywhere after that incident, she couldn't forget it, she couldn't wash it off. It just stained her body forever and yet no body believed her.

She lies in bed every day, all night just staring at nothing but the wall as she felt herself being eaten alive slowly. Her skin being digested and organs torn out by her own cats as maggots started ripping off her freckles one by one and ants bit into her thighs, she hated her body for what he did. Now it's slowly dissolving and she's still alive, her room is still messy from not at all taking care of herself.

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It was around 1957, the sky was a gloomy but beautiful dark blue and grey as it poured down.

Angel was a young woman around 17-18 years old, she loved dancing and had a passion for the art of ballet so she practiced and practiced until she had the courage to get lessons. She was never bullied before; she was kind and abrasive she always stood her ground no matter what. She was always complimented on her beautiful hazel eyes and 3c hair type to the point it was almost creepy, she was greatful nonetheless.

She gained inspiration from her idol Raven Wilkeson. She eventually got accepted into the school, she jumped around with glee as she told her parents she got accepted. Her parents Mr and Mrs darling looked at their daughter proud of her accomplishments as they praised her. Her mother then spoke "Angel, be safe out there it can be brutal so please if you don't remember anything I've ever told you. Never let a mother fucker put their hands on you! " she said pridefully as her father shook his head giggling like a school girl in mock disbelief

Angel hugged her mom " love you mom! " she ran upstairs happily to get her dancing clothes. She smiles at her parents before going outside and starting her car and driving to the dance Theatre. She parked and grabbed her bag going inside; it was cold and bright she was greeted by a shorter petite woman with blonde hair "My name is Katrina Calif, you must be our new student Angel? "

Angel looked around and sees a lot of judgemental scowls and glares "uh yes ma'am I'm angel.. Nice to meet you?" The instructor guided her to the dressing room so she could get changed into her outfit. Angel got changed into black spanks with a light blue tutu on top, she wants to be fancy so she got a matching frilly mesh top and light blue broken shoes.

She walks out and gets into her spot, still feeling burning glares she just paid attention to the instructor. She danced along, her graceful moves went along with the song and stretches. A small time jump to the dressing room and a loud slam could be heard, angel was frightened by the noise turning around and seeing one of the girls that was glaring earlier so angel being angel she speaks "... Hello?? Can I help you? "

The girl scoffs "Yeah, by fucking leaving. You people don't belong here" she pushes angel. Angel just stares at her before speaking "bitch did you just push me? " the girl then pushes her again then angel straight up spits on the back of her hand and pimp slaps her to the ground then the two start fighting eventually angel pulls through and stomps on her into her pink tutu turns red. "Don't touch me you cooch smooching jizz jockey!" she wipes the blood from her nose before walking out, unfortunately she lives to regret it.

The girl was named Faye she had red hair and freckles. She gets up cleaning herself off seething with rage. She walks away to the woods all the way back to a hidden creek she started to sharpen her cleaver and look through her grandma's spellbook. She took a jar and added cinnamon, dried lemon peels, rusty nails, a dead wasp and to top it off the Skeletal paws of a squirrel as she chanted with her cult shaking the bottle "Father of lust asmoday of the 9th layer, I bring thy an unworthy doll who's lost their way. Let her meet her fate to my blade and her soul shall be yours! "

Fast forward a couple of months. Angel has gotten a lot better and is now practicing for her recital of the The Red Shoes Ballet by Brian Easdale.

She was trying her best but she was failing, her shoes kept messing up because she got new ones. "Oh my goodness. I have my recital in 10 minutes I need to fucking get it together... Maybe I have time to smoke- " she was cut off by Faye as she opens the door she seemed to be in distress "look I know we don't get along but please! Help me! " angel looks up at her at tilts her head "what do you want my help for?"

Faye just looks up at her with teary eyes. "It's my cat! She's stuck in the creek behind the school! " angel seems worried but she complies because she's always had a soft spot for animals. When she gets to the creek she looks around for it before she was suddenly knocked unconscious and tied to a sacrificial table deeper within the creek, the cult surrounds angel and defiles her in every aspect.

When angel awoke the Cultists began to cut away at Angel's skin exposing her joints then connecting hooks and very strong fishing line turning angel into the perfect marionette. Removing her abdomen completely giving her an unreal cartoonist and horrifying figure. They began to smash in her teeth with rage and rip out one her eyes leaving the other one hanging. Angel cried for her mother one last time, the hope and light dying in her eyes "m-mom...h-help me.... " her broken voice uttered before passing away in a pool of her own blood

Faye laughed, preforming a ritual and selling angels soul to her dark lord damning her to dance forever and be nothing but a puppet for the deity; "May you burn in the melting pot. " she stated before walking away. Her outfit and hands drenched in blood leaving in the night

Angel twitched to life...not really but she could feel the pain, it burned she cried looking down at her body. She looked up and saw a large anomaly, she couldn't register in her mind what exactly it was but she knew it wasn't an animal or human, she just felt it was something more sinister it was evil. He had three heads, a serpent's tail, and flames of fire coming from his mouth. The first head is like a bull, the second like a man, and the third like goat. Suddenly angel was yanked up by her strings making her scream in pain

The deity forced her strings to make her dance to the black Swan, contorting her spine and several other bones around. The torture went on for weeks until the deity gets bored and forgets about her.  Angel cried her body broken and bruised a husk of what it used to be. 

The year is 1969. Angel was a cold case forgotten by history. Faye is living a happy life, until she hears the song angel was supposed to preform to so many years ago "heh just a coincidence. She deserved it after all ! " Faye continues tending to her garden waiting for her husband to come home but she can't shake the feeling of someone watching her, so she heads inside until she saw a glimpse of angel; angels body was plasticity and doll like but it was uncanny to what Faye did so long ago she couldnt tell if it was a corpse or a horrifying figment of her imagination.

"A-angel?..." She said as the figment disappeared. She soon sat down on her bed and thought about what she did, she felt the feeling of someone watching her again. Angel drew closer and closer until she possessed Faye. She got up and walked to the kitchen Faye having no control over her body as she began stabbing herself in the face with the knife cutting off her lips and gauging out her eyes, she then turns the radio up loud.

She does the recital she was meant to do years ago "The Red Shoes Ballet. " angel made every bone in her foot break and even fracturing her spine in several spots before finally letting the body drop to the floor on the knife she used. Angel left Faye's body broken and bruised on the ground for Faye's husband to see. "I hope you enjoyed my last performance. " she took a bow before fading away and going to find the rest of the cult.

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Character Profile: King Cosmo

Name: King Cosmo

Height: 4'10"

Species: Human (with possibilities of mystical or magical heritage)

Occupation: Ruler of a fantastical realm known as Celestia

Appearance: King Cosmo is a diminutive figure, standing at just 4'10". Despite his small stature, he commands attention with his vibrant and colorful attire, often adorned with stars, moons, and other celestial motifs. His wild, unkempt hair resembles a swirling galaxy, often changing colors based on his mood. His large, expressive eyes glimmer mischievously, framed by thick, dramatic lashes. His crown, slightly crooked on his head, is adorned with gemstones that sparkle like distant stars, adding both flair and an air of absurdity to his appearance.

Personality Traits:

Mischievous: King Cosmo is known for his playful antics and clever tricks, often causing chaos in his court for his amusement. His ability to turn ordinary situations into extraordinary adventures keeps his subjects on their toes.

Psychotic: Beneath his playful exterior lies a deep-seated instability. His moods can shift rapidly; he swings from gleeful laughter to dark, manic episodes. He possesses unpredictable tendencies, and one can never be quite sure how he will react to a situation.

Madly in Love: Despite his madness, King Cosmo is head over heels in love with his queen, Celestia. His affection for her is all-consuming, and it drives many of his actions. He is passionate and romantic, often coming up with eccentric gestures to win her heart further, though his obsession sometimes borders on the unhealthy and overwhelming.

Background: King Cosmo grew up in the celestial realm, surrounded by magical beings and whimsical landscapes. As a child, he was often seen as an oddity, with a knack for causing trouble that kept others laughing and exasperated at the same time. He ascended to the throne after a series of unexpected events that led to the vacuum of power, marking him as a figure of both concern and endearment among his subjects.

Strengths:

Quick-witted and resourceful

Charismatic, drawing people to him (even if they’re a bit wary)

Creative thinker, able to devise elaborate plots and plans

Weaknesses:

Volatile mood swings make him unpredictable

Possesses a possessive nature towards those he loves, leading to conflict

Underlying paranoia causes him to mistrust even his closest advisors

Goals: King Cosmo aspires to bring joy and laughter to his kingdom, though often overshadowed by his darker inclinations. He wishes to create grand romantic gestures for Queen Celestia and prove that love can conquer all, even if it means causing a little mayhem along the way.

Quirks:

He has a habit of speaking in riddles when he's feeling particularly playful.

Often collects odd trinkets that he finds amusing, displaying them in his royal palace like trophies.

Has a pet, a small, talking star creature named Twinkle, who acts as his advisor and comic relief, often pointing out the absurdity of Cosmo’s plans.

Relationships:

Queen Celestia: The object of his affection, whom he adores and idolizes. Their relationship is tumultuous but passionate, filled with near-manic declarations of love and over-the-top romancing.

Royal Court: The court members have a love-hate relationship with Cosmo, often treading carefully around his unpredictable nature while finding his antics entertaining (if exhausting).

Overall: King Cosmo is a fascinating blend of charm, chaos, and obsession. His small stature belies the grand ambitions and emotions that drive him. In his whimsical world, love is as delightful as it is dangerous, and the line between joy and madness blurs in the most colorful of ways.

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It was a cold November evening around 8:00pm on a Monday, a cozy bakery at the end of a street lit up its little corner with a warm nostalgic light. It was filled with tasteful and almost cartoon like treats that would put anyone into a frenzy for who gets the first slice. On the other side of the bakery a large wall of color assorted candies and toppings lined the walls all the colors blending into a giant almost mural painting Esque work of art. There were four animatronics listed in the middle of the bakery on a large velvet stage and the dear owner that worked in the kitchen until closing time. The main animatronic was named fin; his coat a sheen pastel blue and white, his design was reminecent of a fennec fox due to the owners love for foxes. The second animatronic was called hunnie; she was very fluffy in contrast to fin's rough plastic outter layer, she was reminecent of a honey badger with large ears. The animatronic to the right was named holly hooter; she as stated was a wise owl with very large tail feathers and a short yellow beak. Last but not least Sheldon the snake; he was a geen andaconda with a yellow underbelly. He was a puzzle snake for the kids to solve while the band preformed and their parents bought pastries. You take roll as the night guard that prepares pastries for the day. Your name is 'gloria montell. ' or GeeGee for short as called by your close friends and family as you start your first day you get a short call on the answering machine but the voice sounded oddly familiar

Tim: Hello, new night guard! My names Timothy McFall and im here to show you the ropes of fin's bakery!

Geegee:Tim? How's nepal treating you?

Tim: Basically you bake whatever sweets are on the list given to you by the owner! And-

Gloria has hung up on tim and went to the back to get started on baking.

Geegee: hell no fuck that..

Night 1

You take in your surroundings, that creepy-ass owl is staring at you in the dim light flickers illuminating its face. you turn back around to the oven to bake the stupid raspberry and cream cheese icing cupcakes that were on the list, you get more comfortable listening to calming music while mixing the cake batter but you couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong and ominous. You take out your headphones to listen to your surroundings but the crackle of the oven is too loud for you to hear that faint hiss coming from above. You turn back around but suddenly your shoved into the oven with a rabid and huge animatronic snake hissing and tearing away at your flimsy flesh. You try to fight but the oven has caught your hair and is melting your skin as you quickly get ripped apart by the snake you scream for help with tha last ounce of strength from your torn vocal chords, it was only in vain as your eyes melted and popped. No one heard you scream as you lay burned and bloody Halfway within the oven your k-9 teeth ripped out gruesomely on display.

Night 1??

Slam!! You feel your face fall on the desk as you wake up from your nightmare and look around you're still in the bakery your phone ringing again, It's Tim so you hang up and rethink what happened. "What the fuck is going on!? " you hear that sickening hiss again and you whip around trying to find something glowing in the vent so you pull out your flash light and flash it. A loud hiss and a thudding slithering noise could be heard as the figure escapes