-The Clinic For The Strange-

CHAPTER 1 ☾ ~Faire~

Faire was hiding.

It was quite pathetic, really, especially because she was the CARETAKER, and she practically ran the place. But Ora was in one of her... moods again, and Ella hadn't shown up, so Faire hid. She hid almost more than she cried, which was most of the time. She heard soft thumpy footsteps race by her hiding spot. Ora. Had Ella seriously not restrained her yet? She sighed, knowing she had to stop her.

she squeezed out of her tiny crack in the wall, and called out,

"ORAAA!". She could hear the footsteps stomping towards her, and she flinched as Ora's animalesque frame burst around the corner, her hands coated in... ketchup, she hoped? A wicked smile spread across her face. But as soon as Ora started racing towards her, a shimmer appeared in front of Faire, like a mirage, and then Ella's shape defined itself and she blocked Ora's wild, frenzied attacks, the knife bouncing off her shimmering form like she was made of steel. Ella crossed her arms.

"Ora.... no killing Faire... and OHMYGODWHATTHEHECKISONYOUR HANDS!?!" Ora shrugged.

"Either blood, the cafeteria's crappy ketchup, or Jam. Oh here, lemme test." she licked the red substance on her hands and looked up with a smile. "Yep. blood." Faire shuddered, both out of horror of the blood and the fact that she would have to clean up the mess Ora made later. Ella sighed and looked towards Faire.

"Faire? I have a task for you." ohhh no. "Could you make sure Ora doesn't kill anyone else? Assuming she even killed anyone.."

"b-but how am I supposed to do that?? I nearly just got killed by her!!" Faire stammered.

"You'll find a way." Ella shrugged." Anyways, gotta go! Got some so-called 'Drama' going on in the ghost plane...BAIIIIIIIIIII" Ella called as she faded away. Faire met Ora's eyes, and she just stared at her for a moment before Ora shrugged, and said

"Welp, I'll take that as my cue to go on killing people." Faire dashed in front of her and gave her a stern look.

"NO! Ella just told you to stop! And I don't need more mess to clean up!" Ora grinned and said in an ominous tone,

"and whatcha gonna do if I DON'T?" Faire started to cower, but she stood up straight again.

"I'll find your Grounding object and keep it, or shatter it if I need to." Ora's face changed instantly.

"You wouldn't. You can't." Faire stared her down.

"I can and I will." she then turned around, leaving to clean the bloody mess lining the halls.