𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 ➪ 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹.

"IT SURE DOESN'T FEEL LIKE ECSTASY TO ME"
Agnes quipped as she looked around the dark room, her senses heightened compared to the few minutes ago when she was upstairs with Lucy and Lockwood.
"your petty mind cannot comprehend."

"well then why don't you help me comprehend?" Agnes retorted with a sarcastic tone dripping in her voice.

"were you there when it was made?" Agnes questioned now as she pointed her flashlight to different directions of the dark room.
"of course. from the bones of seven bodies, suffering souls. the power of their torment trapped-" it spoke with such power, so much devotion that Agnes couldn't help but feel a shiver going down her spine.

"trapped in the glass to make a window, but to see what?" the girl questioned her mind shouting all different kinds of questions about the topic.
"the eternal." was the Skull's reply.

"what does that even mean? what did you see when you glanced at it?" the blonde furrowed her brows as she continued walking.
"I never looked. I'm not a fool. the way to look is with someone's eyes. someone weak. someone curious. someone vulnerable. kind of like your friend...or you." the creature cackled when Agnes came to a full stop.

"I'm not curious, I prefer to stay in my own lane." Agnes replied with a huff.
"and what about the boy?" it was an ultimatum.
"ugh! give me a break!"

"and you can't say you're not vulnerable, girl. you are as mad as they come. I saw you back there." the blonde could feel the harshness in his words making way towards her heart.
it was not the Skull's mean words that made Agnes melancholy; it was the truthfulness of it.
because it stung her, it left a disgusting mark that she would never be able to see but she would know it was there.

"fuck you."

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"you were right. it's perfect." the boy's voice had a trembling sound next to it.
one Agnes knew too well because it was the voice she had searched for hours now.
"you don't care about me. you just care about that mirror. you didn't need me. just like Agnes, Lucy and, Lockwood didn't need me." Agnes's heart ached for her best friend once she heard his pitiful statement.

" 'cause I'm the oddball. the third wheel. dispensable. always have been, always will be. it makes sense this is how it ends." there was a low snarling behind Agnes, one she didn't want to pay attention to because her eyes were stuck on George as worry and regret took over her feelings.

"my master!" the Skull cried out which made the blonde now pay attention to the setting and her senses.
"he...is...arisen!" there was a loud growl from Bickerstaff entity after the Skulls annunciation.
Agnes's lips quivered slightly at the image.
"set him free of those chains! his greatness should not be constrained. let him bear full witness to this glorious moment!" the creature behind Agnes's back commanded but no one listened except for the blonde listener.