Stitches | Twisted Wonderland (Discontinued)

ⅩⅢ | 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

Sometimes I genuinely forget that I write stories

I think something might be wrong with my memory

Wait...

There are pages missing from this star story...

Strange

───── ❝ 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬? 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. ❞ ─────

"Shit"

And shit was right because what the fuck just happened?! Everyone's eyes widened at the sight before them. The skies turned a dark purple and the once beautiful garden was destroyed. Rose hedges were uprooted, rose petals scattered all over the floor, parts of the ground split up making it uneven. In the center of it all stood Riddle with a whole ass wardrobe change. But, it look good at least. 

You on the other hand, were not feeling well. The intense malice rolled off of Riddle in waves, crashing over your system. It made your stomach twist and turn so much you fought to keep your earlier breakfast down. The pressure of magic was just as strong, if not even more suffocating. You hunched over, arms just barely holding your upper body on your knees as you let out a shaky exhale. You could ever so faintly feel Elima's hand on your shoulder. You gently patted his hand, signaling that you were fine.

Looking up, you finally took notice of the rather large creature standing a few meters behind Riddle. It's head a bottle of ink, just like the one from the mines. It wore an outfit just like one of the statues seen on Main Street. A small gasp was heard in the back of your mind. "The Queen of Hearts." The voice said. "Defeat the red tyrant." Another, annoyingly familiar one said. The slight burning in your arms only made reminder of the task you were given. "This must be an overbolt." You thought to yourself. Your eyes glanced back to the ink abomination, "and that must be a bolt incarnation."

Your attention, as well as everyone else's, attention was grabbed by the muttering of the head master. "This isn't good." Trey was swift to speak the question everyone was thinking.
"What do you mean? What's going on with Riddle?" Before the Crowley could speak another word, you quickly interjected.
"It's an overbolt, is it not?" The headmaster froze.
"Y-yes. How did you know?"
"I did a bit of reading." You lied. "This thing is dangerous and won't hesitate to lash on out anyone." Crowley nodded.
"That's correct Miss Stein. Now isn't the time for details but in summery, bolt happens when someone is consumed by their negative emotions." Ace nodded.
"Alright so all we have to do is calm him down. Piece of cake."
"It's not that easy, young Trappola," Crowley began, "Additionally, doing almost anything is too risky. In the state of overbolt, Riddle's life is at risk."

Everyone seemed to freeze at Crowley's words. "Then what can we do? Riddle's life is obvious at stake here." Trey questioned. Crowley paused to think. There wasn't much research of the topic of overbolts, so unfortunately, Crowley was drawing a blank. One hand this was a student's life on the line, if they messed up or did something wrong, Riddle would die. However, on another hand, Crowley had to evacuate the other students so they wouldn't get hurt if the overbolt decided to attack. As Principal, these children were his responsibility to keep them safe. Oh, what to do what to do...

Your voice cut through the lingering silence. "Simple." Everyone's attention turned to you. "We have to distract Riddle until Crowley can evacuate everyone. After that, you can leave everything to Elima and I." Crowley's eyebrows furrowed from underneath his mask. He would be a lier to say that he skeptical. After all, for all he knew [name] was magicless and he didn't even know who this 'Elima' fellow was. He just showed up out of no where. Plus, the plan wasn't very specific and could go so many different ways. However...it was the only plan they had. And judging by the growl coming from the bolt incarnation, it would be the only plan they'd be able to use.