Web of Lies

' Metal, breaking '

TW: Manipulation and pin 

Pin sat in her room, surrounded by pictures of the town residents. She studied the photos, her eyes scanning each face,searching for her next target.

"Who should I 'prank' next?" she mused aloud.

She decided to put it off for now, her mind already racing with other plans. Pin stood up and exited her apartment, her steps filled with a sense of purpose.

As she walked, she tripped over a small object. It wasn't a rock; it was Rocky, the young boy who lived nearby. Rocky was known for his unique ability to throw up at will, a trait that both amused and annoyed the other residents.

Pin fell to the ground, but quickly caught herself. She knelt down beside Rocky, who was lying on the sidewalk, retching."I'm so sorry, Rocky," she said, patting his back.

Rocky continued to vomit, his face contorted in disgust. Pin sighed, relieved that the vomit hadn't landed on her. She quickly walked away, leaving Rocky to clean himself up.

Despite the unpleasant encounter, Pin's excitement remained undeterred. She sat down on the sidewalk, her eyes scanning the streets. As she looked around, her gaze landed on a pile of autumn leaves.

As Pin gazed at the leaves, a familiar name popped into her head: Leafy. The girl who had stolen Dream Island, the girl everyone hated.

Leafy was a pariah, a figure of scorn and contempt. She had been chased out of the city, forced to hide in the woods. Everyone had given up on finding her, assuming she was long gone.

But Pin knew where Leafy was. She had always known. She had kept Leafy's location a secret, a dark little secret she had held close to her chest.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Pin ventured into the forest. She didn't know exactly where Leafy was hiding, but she knew she would find her. The thought of confronting Leafy, of finally revealing her secret, sent a shiver down her spine.

As Pin dashed through the forest, a sharp object whizzed past her, embedding itself in a nearby tree. She spun around, her heart pounding.

"Oh, Leafy Lulu~" she muttered, recognizing the weapon. Leafy was known for her affinity for knives.

Pin cautiously approached the tree, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. She spotted Leafy, her metal form trembling with fear. Leafy must have thrown the knife at her, hoping to scare her off.

"Calm down," Pin said, her voice soothing. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Leafy, unarmed and terrified, backed away.

"G-get away, please! Don't hurt me," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation.

Pin held up her hands defensively. "AGAIN.. I'm not going to hurt you," she repeated, her voice gentle. "I just want to talk."

Leafy hesitated, her fear slowly subsiding. She was still terrified, but Pin's calm demeanor was beginning to reassure her.

"So you're not going to kill me like you tried to last time?" Leafy asked, her voice filled with suspicion.

Pin chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "That's in the past. Let's set aside our differences." She reached out and grasped Leafy's hands, her grip firm but gentle.