YOU INTERESTED IN TINY POLICE OFFICERS WITH A FAKE RIGHT ARM?
Yeah, you are. Don’t lie to yourselves.
INDE OC for many fandoms though the main is fandomless. Verse friendly (boy do I LOVE making verses), OC friendly as HELL, Canon/Fandom friendly as HELLLLLL. Selective and Private but don’t fret, I usually follow back everyone that I can tell that will make Kaphona active. (and she sleeps a lot)
Please Reblog/Like if interested and I’ll check ya’ out.
YOU INTERESTED IN TINY POLICE OFFICERS WITH A FAKE RIGHT ARM?
Yeah, you are. Don’t lie to yourselves.
INDE OC for many fandoms though the main is fandomless. Verse friendly (boy do I LOVE making verses), OC friendly as HELL, Canon/Fandom friendly as HELLLLLL. Selective and Private but don’t fret, I usually follow back everyone that I can tell that will make Kaphona active. (and she sleeps a lot)
Please Reblog/Like if interested and I’ll check ya’ out.
*Sarah's voice* Whatver you do Anfisa, don't let Jacob-
Whipping around in the forest from hearing the cursed voice after all this time. She’s dead, she’s dead. This isn’t real.
Kaphona stayed silent already feeling ill from hearing that voice. Shakily breathing out the girl’s name slowly in doubt. “... Okay, medication...Medication...” Swallowing the three pills dry knowing later she’ll puke them out.
Sighing sadly over the fact she could not reach to get the snacks that always changed her mood. Too high. Looking down at her feet after spending half an hour reaching like an idiot in disgust. They had moved her step stool from the kitchen driving Kaphona aboustely fucking mad. "Great... Now what...?" Rubbing the back of her neck looking around for something to aid her.
Counters were out of the question. Who knew what was on them?
"Fucking hell. God fucking... Why can't anything go right for once? Endless bad luck." Bad enough with insecurity already. Now this? Feeling even more of a joke? Stomach growling like no tomorrow and unable to reach for the food she could devour Kaphona sniffled. "Forget it... I guess I can steal something."
Not a single sound left her mouth when applying some sort of treatment chemical to her clawed up hand. It wasn't even from herself it was from the latest victim. They fought hard for their life but what was hard to watch constantly was their eyes. God, she hated seeing their life fade away.
She could tell they were thinking their last words.
Their last memory.
Their final goodbyes.
The fake limb laid across the bed as she changed into a simple tank top and the dull purple sweats covered in faint stains. Food? Blood? Dirt? Who knows. It's been a long time. Kaphona sat there on the old mattress thinking what to write down in a journal that kept her company.
"... I'm hungry... But I don't wanna go downstairs... Don't wanna go anywhere."
Closing the neat looking book already running out of pages to write knowing she would have to take more... How much would she have to take? How long has it exactly been since she joined these ranks? The others were fine with it but her? After swearing to not become a monster like Julie, becoming a cop and now... She's here. Feeling so dirty about it that not even a shower could fix it.
Slowly, she moved her hand to the fake limb and pulled out a photo that was neatly folded. A photo she carried no matter what of her and Lucas on their favorite holiday; Halloween. Quickly hiding the photo not wanting the others to get a sniff of its existence.
"... Hungry... I should eat... Been almost a week since I last ate.." Standing up with the limb back in place, bandaged hand, Kaphona walked towards the kitchen for something to eat.