ReRun!FPE

November 7th ~ Unwanted Recognition

Slowly but surely regaining his morning consciousness, Abbie rose with newfound glee, acting his morning yawn and stretching every fiber in his body to slap his muscles awake for a new day. He wasn't sure why, but something about today just seemed to bring the apple in a good mood. And he wasn't complaining.

Soaring out of his bed, he walked towards his mirrored closet to grab his usual attire, even though it's not like he wears anything else, he should really buy some new clothes. But after removing his sacred apple pie pajamas did he spot the huge scar that scaled from his heel all the way up to the back of his knee. It wasn't a pretty sight to say the least, and his heel-high socks were definitely not large enough to cover the entire wound.

At first this didn't really bother him, in fact he thought it would be kinda cool to show off to his friends the legendary 'Battle Scars' he got from 'fighting' against Alice. But then it hit him, injuries especially like this one were supposed to take weeks, if not months to heal. His friends and possibly many others would be confused as to how his wounds healed so quickly, specially if it was similar to the leg injury he suffered on that day.

'New change of clothes it is' he thought with a wave of certainty. After searching his closet for a bit did he find a pair of trousers just perfect enough for the disguise. It was a similar brand to the ones he wore before, so it was practically the same thing but much longer than its counterpart. And hey, even if they do decide to question him, he can just say...

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His heart skipped a beat. In the corner of his eye did he spot his closet mirror reflecting a sight that millions of souls have gone through once in their lives. Not believing his eyes in hopes that this nightmare was just in his head, he slowly turns his head back to the comfort of his bed, gazing at his alarm clock seemingly mocking him as he stood in place. It reads 6:40 AM in deep crimson.

He forgot to set his alarm.

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                 🎀~Claire's Perspective~🎀

"UNO Haha!" Exclaimed the puppet wielding woman, placing down a yellow six on the stacks of cards telling the story of their battle. "This is such a sad sight for you guys, that I almost feel bad about winning. Almost~."

"I'm convinced you're cheating at this point, because there's now way we're about to let her win for the 3rd time in a LUCK BASED CARD GAME!" Shouting from across the circular table was Claire, who held a good five cards in her off hand itching to be placed down.

"Well maybe we wouldn't be having this problem if SOMEBODY had shuffled the deck properly like they're supposed to." Staring daggers into the feathery boy was Bubble, who seemed to divert all the attention back to Engel after firmly placing down a yellow skip. Noticing this sudden directed aggression, Engel decides to shoot back.

"Oh! Excuse me if I'm the only one that volunteered because they accused the ONLY GOOD DEALER HERE of cheating, but don't act like you're the only one suffering! You think I want these cards?!" Planting down a reverse yellow to hopefully stall for a miracle, it now lands back to Claire to come up with a solution.

"Ok guys, can we focus for like five seconds?! Engel, please tell me you have SOMETHING to save this game?" Desperation consuming her voice by the second, a reverse blue is played switching turns back to Engel.

"Well I would've if I wasn't forced to use the ONLY PLUS FOUR I HAD! Which didn't even matter anyway because Lana already had one." Receiving some backlash for an unnecessary play on Claire's part, Engel proceeds to draw a lucky red reversal repeating the same cycle.