𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄

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OPENING HER EYES BEGRUDGINGLY

All Dahlia can see was darkness and nothing more, though there was a line of light from the side of her view. 'Where the fuck am I?' She thought before noticing that she was in some sort of box. "Fuck.... did we get kidnapped?" she asked herself before peeping out of the small crack that the box has.

Moving her feet, she almost stepped onto something. Looking down, she can barely see the bag that she has. Grabbing it, she put it on before resuming peeping out of the crack. She can hear a voice; a voice she thinks belongs to a child.

"Crap. People are coming! I need to find a uniform quickly," said the voice. It made a strained grunt as if it was trying to lift something. "Grr... The lid is too heavy. Time for my secret move!"

Seeing the blue flames licking the edge of the cover of the box she was in. She raised her leg before kicking the cover to avoid herself from burning.

Whoever was outside shrieked at how the lid was suddenly blasted to pieces. Dahlia hissed when the lights had hit her sensitive eyes as if she had woken up from a long sleep and she was no longer used to the sun. Surprisingly, she found that the room she was in was not too bright once her eyes adjusted.

What caught her eye was the mirror in the center of the room then the floating coffins surrounding it. It was the same place that her vision showed her but brighter and less hazy. Her shoes clacked against the marble floors as she stepped out of the box,

Holding to the walls of the box she was held in, she noticed it was a coffin too. 'Am I finally dead?' She thought.

"Hey! What gives you the right to blast the Great Grim like that?"

Now, Dahlia had a face and a name for the voice she heard earlier, only she didn't expect to see an angry, gray cat by her feet; he was a bit big for a normal cat; his strange three-pronged tail lashed around angrily and blue flames blazed from the flaps of his ears.

"What the fuck are you?" her face scrunched up making the creature growl at her.

"Nevermind that, give me that uniform!" he yelled at her, his mouth lighting up.

"The fuck? No," she answered before watching him growl again.

"Give me that uniform or I'l bu—ugh!"

Not able to finish his sentence, Dahlia gave him a swift kick before running out of the large room they were in. "Like hell, 'yer going to burn me," she mumbled; looking back at the room she left.

'What kind of room was that?' she thought before looking up ahead. 'I have to find Dina first,' she told herself as she turns, sliding like a drifting car before she continues to run. 'Who knows what troubles she might get in,'

"Kya!! Dia help!"

Dahlia shook her head from her thoughts. "Not the best time to think about that," she whispered before 7 hooded figures turn from the corner making her eyes widen and bump to one of the smallest of the 7.

Tumbling above the hooded figure, she rubbed her head in pain. "Fuck~" she moaned in pain. She glanced at the guy who was beneath her. She can see his red hair; which she found strange since his hair wasn't the red hair she has seen before in her life, but she shrugged it off as dyed red.

"What is a student doing out of the Gate?" she heard someone voice out.

'Gate? They call those coffins GATE?! WTF?!'

Her eyes looked around the hallway, looking for a way to escape the situation. 'Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!'

"People are here! I'm too late!" Grim pointed an accusing paw at Dahlia. "You should have handed your uniform over in the first place!"