*none of these characters are mine. All characters belong to Netease*
*cover art creds to @nonosi on Twitter*
Identity V one-shots based on Norton Campbell and Emma Woods
(this is my first fanfic so it's not top quality, but I hope you enjoy!)
(This oneshot is based off of Emma's Boudoir Dream and Norton's Ronald of Ness.)
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(art creds go to @nonosi on Twitter)
Emma's POV
Knocking.
I groaned and slowly opened my dreary eyes, my brain slowly processing that someone was knocking at my door.
But why?
I used my arm and pushed myself up from the bed, squinting at the door.
The room was dark, other than the small amount of light that flooded in from the crack of my bedroom door.
I cleared my throat. "Who is it?"
An optimistic, sweet voice with a hint of worry could be heard from the other side.
"Emma? Are you alright? The party started like half an hour ago, and you're still not ready?" Tracy Reznik asked.
The...the party!!
I must've overslept from my nap!
I quickly came up with an excuse and cleared my throat to respond.
"Oh- uhhh...yes, I'm almost ready! Mr. Whiskers had an accident on the rug and I've been cleaning the stain out...I'll be there in a few minutes!"
Mr Whiskers, who laid on my bed next to me, gave me a strange look for a moment and continued to clean his paws.
I crossed my fingers, waiting to see if she believed my sorry excuse or not.
Tracy's muffled giggles could be heard from the other side. "Ohh I see. Well hurry up! Everyone's already there and having a great time. It's not the same without you there!"
I smiled warmly towards the door. "Don't worry, I'll be there as soon as possible."
Satisfied with my response, Tracy skipped away to the party.
Tracy was always so ecstatic about life and seemed to bring light into the darkest places. Even during matches, she always had a skip in her step and a determined attitude to win. She's a valuable teammate, not just because of her top-notch mechanical skills, but also because of her encouragement and cheerfulness.
I snapped out of my thoughts and quickly hopped out of bed, turning on a small lamp.
My dress was laid out nicely at the edge of the mattress with my shoes and bonnet laying neatly on top.
The owner of the manor chooses the party costumes for the survivors each year, and they even come up with names for the costumes.
This year, I wore a blue and white corset dress that came just above my knees. I wore white tights with little blue shoes that had small heals to give me just a bit of added height.
