#thinking about how old paislie was when they got brought into showfall

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man paislie lore is Crazy

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tw everything i talk about horrible fucked up things

also toad. if you see this hi. sorry my bad it was the demons

Paislie usually didn't fear death.

More like she tried not to think about it anymore. Anytime she would sit on the floor of the makeshift garage inside the mall, inhaler kicked out of her reach so she wouldn't be tempted to get up and use it, there was a little part of her that was scared it would kill her. Not that it was likely. At most, it would make her pass out, and maybe it did damage, but it rarely killed her.

Still, every day she lived was a day hundreds of babies died because the machines she fucking designed were never enough. There was always a medical condition, always something technology couldn't fix or regenerate.

Paislie knew that firsthand- but watching it happen to babies tore her soul apart. Knowing any one of them could be one of her siblings and she would never know.

So she'd joined pacts. She ignored her inhaler, fought anyone who would try to force her to just use it and breathe.

As terrifying as it was, each time she died and got resurrected was more damage to lungs that would never heal properly.

It was for the better, she had convinced herself.

That was until she met Cade.

Cade had been an actor in rougher shows than past kids her age. Granted, Showfall didn't have many child actors who survived more than a few weeks old unless they were brought in from outside.

The young girl had made Paislie want to die a little bit less sometimes.

It started with casual conversation, then sneaking extra snacks to the girl when Paislie didn't want them, then telling each other stories and Paislie singing snippets of songs she'd learned before bedtime.

One night after a particularly nasty accident during filming, Paislie had built what you could barely call a blanket fort over the girl's bed and carried her to it. To her credit, she'd tried to make the fort at least decent for when Cade woke up.

Paislie sighed as she mulled over the fact that every time Cade got reset or resurrected, she couldn't help but pray to whatever was out there, Showfall even, that Cade would come back right. The process hurt like hell, but as long as there were no complications, the younger still had a good chance to leave someday.

More than Paislie did, at any rate.

The seventeen-year-old had pushed those thoughts aside as she laid Arcadia on the twin size bed, brushing loose strands of hair away from the girl's closed eyes.

Just as soon as one heart-wrenching thought was shoved away, Paislie suddenly wondered if her little sister would be anything like Cade. If her sister were even still alive. She would've been a couple years younger than Cade by now, she mused as burning tears built up behind her eyes.

She couldn't help but remember how she'd always held her four-year-old brother just like how she held Cade now. How she carried him to bed on rough nights just like Cade.

Standing to pull up a chair beside Cade's bed, she pulled her hairtie out and wiped her eyes.

Tomorrow, she promised herself. Tomorrow she'd worry about it all, tomorrow she'd stay with Cade.

Tomorrow she'd stay away from the pact.

It was the least she could do now.