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❪ 𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙴 ❫
𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━ when their family is killed,
(y/n) and anastasia barely makes it out alive.
later, with vague memories of their past, they
travels to paris with t...
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Rain and thunder clapped in the skies, as up in a creepy old clock tower, Rasputin was preparing his final attempt on the sisters life's.
"Bartok! Get me a comb, find some cologne! I want to look my best."
He grimaced to himself at his master, "That might take some work, sir."
"Then snap to it! We're going to a party." Rasputin demanded as he waved around some newspaper.
He slammed the newspaper down on the table, and the headlines explained that (Y/N) and Anastasia had been found.
"A party in Paris?" Barok questioned seeing the newspaper.
"That's right!"
The bat jumped onto the newspaper, "Ooh, I could teach you the latest dance step." He stands up straight and begins dancing as he explains, "It starts with like a whoo, and then you get really crazy with the hips, sir. It's fun!"
"We'll let the Grand Duchess (Y/N) have her moment. And then, we'll kill kill her!" Rasputin declared, and then slams his hand on the table.
Barok double takes on what he said, "Kill her? Sir, what happened to the party idea?"
"That's where I will kill her!" He laughs and grabs the newspaper, beginning to rip it up, "Crush her at the height of her glory!"
"And we're back to the crushing." Barok sighs heavily, "Sir, I'm begging you. Please, please forget the girls and get a life!"
"Oh, I'll get a life, Bartok-" He grips the 8 year old pictures of the siblings, and laughs maniacally, "Theirs!"
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(Y/N), Anastasia and their grandmother were sitting in Marie's room, laughing and looking at old family stuff. The sisters held a picture of their family and was looking at it intently.
"I remember now. How much we love them." The younger sister speaks up and presses her hand against the picture of their family.
Marie touches her hand gently, "They would not want us to live in the past. Not now that we have found each other." She looked in a basket and picked up a drawing.
