𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ✧ 𝐒. 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 [𝟏]

𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. genotype

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ⋅ ∙ ∘ ─── 𝑇𝑊
𝗔𝗖𝗧. 𝟵

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖, 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌. Harlow sighed softly to her self, before she moved to take off the cover revealing Halwyn's dead body.

"Well, it's still here. Still dead. What else were we supposed to do?" Malia asked, as she looked at his body.

"Figure out how a Hellhound led me into the woods to find another faceless body while being technically dead." Lydia said. Harlow shrugged slightly.

"Well I'm half dead, maybe I can talk to him in limbo or something." Harlow said, as she shrugged. Lydia shook her head, making Harlow cross her arms.

"Technically?" Malia asked.

"I don't think I would have been led out there if he was fully dead." Lydia said, as she looked down at Halwyn's body.

"I don't think we should be hanging out here waiting for him to spring back to life." Malia said, making Harlow look at the two.

"We don't have to if I try and find a way into limbo. Maybe Sam can help me find him." Harlow said. Lydia shook her head.

"No we're not doing to that to you." Lydia said, making Harlow sigh.

"Then how do you expect to talk to him." Harlow said, making Malia nod at her sister.

"Harlow's right, how do we do that?" Malia asked, as she looked at

"We're just going to have to ask him." Lydia said, as she looked down at Halwyn.

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"𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐓?" Malia asked, as Lydia laid on a table next to Halwyn's body.

"As opposed to when you asked three minutes ago? No." Lydia said, before sitting up. "Ugh. It's not working."

"Maybe you should touch him?" Malia said, making Lydia look at her weirdly.

"That's ridiculous. There's no way-" Lydia said, but was cut off as Malia grabs her hand and plants it on Halwyn's arm.

"Malia, that's not going to work." Harlow said, but Malia ignored her.

"Anything?" Malia asked, making Lydia cringe.

"Nothing." Lydia said. Malia grabs Lydia's hand and places it on Halwyn's chest,

"What about now?" Malia asked. Lydia makes a noise of disgust, clearly grossed out,