The same words, to a sane person, would not make much sense to its listener; no matter how grammatical it shall be.
However, to a certain taco, it was her mantra.
The time that had passed, she could not tell; after Test Tube's assassination. She had ran, and ran, into the damned forest she once called home. She had to return someday though; and give it her all.
Problem was, she didn't have a disciple at the moment, and she was far too weak to do much herself. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she got to the treeline. Not the one she had become accustomed to, sitting on the edge of that strange land with the yellow grass; no-this was something far more familiar. The rubble from what happened was still there, albeit silent, and not as fire-y. Just a charred pile of metal rubble. She quietly slipped from the bushes, murmuring "bloody hell.." as she steps on a piece of broken glass, quickly pulling it out of her foot. She begins to dig through the heap of trash, looking for one thing and one thing only. Her "Invisibow".
She eventually finds it, or, what's left of it. Fried circuits and wires, and a clump of brittle charred cloth. She sighs. heading back into the forest. She pulls out her notebook, she's used it as a diary for what seems like forever, but never bothered to date any of the pages.
"well, i didn't think it'd come to this. my bow's fried and god knows what mic did with hers. how the hell am i supposed to sneak around now? i need another person, and fast. but who'd be dumb enough to trust me? i mean, everyone knows what happened.
she pauses her writing, thinking.
"...someone who'd be dumb enough to forget..."
she murmurs, before an idea pops in her head. Like a lightbulb being turned on.
"Lightbulb" she writes, with no context, before closing her journal, a newfound confidence in her now. Almost like the one she felt when she spooked Mic in these woods... it feels like years ago now.
A rustle that wasn't hers startled her out of her thoughts. She looked around frantically, hoping it was just some some of animal.
"Who's there..?"
her voice sounds so hoarse, you'd think she hadn't had a drink of water for days. which.. was true.
...
no response.
She eventually makes her way back to her old shelter up in that tree.. luckily, still intact. It felt good on the leaves and moss, but oh how did she long to sleep in an actual bed. with people who didn't hate her. who didn't want her dead.
who..
loved her.
455 words yeahhh
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she isn't how she seems - ii
Fiksi Penggemar"The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be aveng...
