Those Eyes.

Chapter 1 - The Criminal and The Puppets.

EE IM EXCITED TO WRITE THIS

TW: mention of murder/assassination, chasing/stalking, cursing, severed limbs, violence, trauma, kidnapping (I think)

word count: 1036
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It was a peaceful morning for Milky. She had finally been able to sleep, as the past couple weeks she kept waking up with night terrors. every time it was about that war, over 100 years ago. she had just turned 19 in 1902, but it was her last birthday as a living human. she was now 143, with younger siblings. but of course, it was her best friends' turn to watch them, when Milky wanted to see them most.

She silently sat up, launching her cat Tex across the room and startling the hellhound, Spirit. Milky's bones cracked as she got up and headed to the bathroom, kind of excited to be awake for once. She had been living in the human realm to complete missions, killing humans that killed someone that ended up in hell. (helluva boss anyone?)

Milky finished her morning routine; showering, brushing her teeth, straightening her hair, etc. Today, she had finally gotten a mission: to eliminate a cult placed in the same woods as her. they worshipped Lillith, but I guess they made her uncomfortable or something.

As a criminal in both Hell and the Human Realm, Milky had built a cabin in the woods to hide away from cops or any demons searching for her.

She silently headed downstairs, throwing a severed arm into a dog bowl, then grabbed the cat bowl and cut up some fresh tuna for Tex. Milky then shut off the TV, grabbed her keys and bag, and went through the garage door.

"Maybe I should just walk today.."
she thought to herself, putting her keys into a bowl next to the door. Milky slapped the open button of the garage and house key.her spare house key.

There were labryths of paths made by both homeless people living there and herself. Milky hummed to herself as they threw a rock into the creek, connecting to her backyard path. she ducked under her favorite tree, which grew plums. Milky grabbed one as she did so, now starting to sing softly.

but then she heard it. they were so loud to her sensitive ears as she stopped singing and froze, grabbing a small knife from her bag. it sounded like a group of men, who she figured was the cult she was to eliminate.

"Here, cult-y cult-y cult-y.." she sang, poking her head out from a bigger tree. it always surprised her when something could hide her tall as, being that she was 7'8.

what Milky didn't expect was to see a sea of blue haired men, only one with red. a man slightly shorter than her started to approach, walking swiftly.

her breath hitched in her throat. where had she seen him before? did he just remind her of someone, maybe her father? she ducked back behind the tree, slapping a hand over her mouth and squeezing the knife until her knuckles were pale. she wasn't ready to face him, not when she didn't know who he reminded her of. she considered that she might've even been related to him.

Milky went to peak around the tree again, but before she could even see where he was, a rock hit her between the eyes, and then someone knocked her out.
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Milky now stood on the battlefield again. people running around with katanas, nunchucks, all sorts of weapons from taisho era Japan. (iykyk)

she saw herself as a human. florescent, hot pink hair from her father. light purple eyes from what she assumed was her mother. her hair was curly, and people called her Hoshi, which translates to Star.

She seemed so happy, fighting alongside her girlfriend. her favorite weapon was an axe. it was black with a purple blade and connected by chain to another identical axe. Milky couldn't speak or move, as she saw herself get stabbed once again. and then again. and again. it just kept replaying, repeating, and copying a cycle.

She sprung up, panting and sweating. she was back on her couch, now sitting next to a little gray man.

"There goes sleeping again.." she thought to herself. "What's your name, kiddo?" she asked the little gray man, who was silently watching Bluey while on the couch with her.

The kid flinched, "Gr-Gayscale.." he mumbled, glancing in her direction.

"Hm.. I'm Milky, it's nice to meet you." she smiled softly. Milky really couldn't be mad at a kid. after all, he reminded her of her little brother, Mako. "So I'm guessing the other guys are also in my house?"

"Yeah, I think they're exploring."

"And y'all are gonna force me to live with you people?"

"I think so."

"Fun.." she mumbled the last part, standing up. "You hungry?"

"A little."

"I'll cut up some apples for you." Milky smiles at him, heading into the kitchen. "Oh yeah, by any chance do you know if they took my knife?"

Grayscale glances over, "I think it's on the table." he then turns back to the TV.

"Thanks." she grabs the small, black knife off the counter and then an apple. Milky cuts it into small pieces, even putting a string cheese on the plate and placing it gently on the table. "Anything else, buddy?"

"No, thank you." he mumbles again, taking a bite of his food as she heads to the bathroom.

"Well, that's gonna hurt tomorrow.." Milky whispers to herself, looking at the mark on her forehead. she just sighs, turning back around, just to see a redhead leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed. she flinches slightly, not knowing he was there.

"The others are waiting to meet you," he grumbles, obviously not wanting to be there as he turns around. "and it won't hurt. belive me, Rainbow doesn't throw very hard, especially at girls." he says the last part a bit softer, his yellow cheeks turning slightly orange/red.

"Great.." Milky grumbles as well, knowing that the two of them would either hate each other or become close. And with her temper and his attitude so far, she didn't think they'd become close.
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