A "Human" That Likes A Skeleton

The Slip Up

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it was dark.

that's the first thing you noticed.

the second thing was that you were seemingly floating.

you looked around yourself and found that couldn't see much, just darkness, that's when a sudden light appeared

snapped your head forward and saw rectangle the size of a movie theater screen glowing with white, then the intensity of the light enveloped you and you shut your eyes to prevent getting blinded

when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a room filled with empty cages lining the walls, the floor was pristine white, the walls a light tan color, you turned around the lit room, there was a table in the corner with scattered screws, bolts, and various tools.

you turned around and found that your add-ons were out as well, your tail flicking side to side.

you heard a cry of pain and twisted around once again to find a younger version of yourself on her knees beads of sweat dripping down her face, faint f/c trails emitting out of her f/c eyes, her h/c hair matted and sticking to her face with sweat, a few feet away from her sat a red and white bullseye propped up against a wooden stand, several owl claws sticking out of it but most of them were on the ground around the bullseye, or sticking out of the wall above it,

a 'tsk' sound was heard from behind a sheet of plexiglass, and none other than your 'father' walked out from behind it

he was wearing his slightly tattered lab coat, a gray shirt underneath, black dress pants, and freshly polished black shoes, that slapped the white tiled floor as he neared the younger you,

"You Call That Training?! Pathetic" your 'dad' grasped the collar of your younger self's f/c plaid shirt and hoisted her to face him, the younger you whimpered and shut her eyes in preparation for a hit, but one didn't and she slowly peeked one eye open and saw the displeased look of Cain

"Again" with that, your 'dad' let go of her shirt and watched as she dropped to the floor rushing to stand back up and face the bullseye

your 'father' walked decidedly behind the plexiglass and stared at your younger self with his mouth pressed into a thin line, and eyes leveled

the younger you took a shaky breath not believing that she got away from not getting hit and raised her d/a hand to summon an owl claw

f/c trails floated above her hand and formed the familiar shape of an owl claw

the white curved piece of magick was swirling with f/c around it, the f/c handle-like piece falling into her hand, the younger you gripped it tightly and took another shaky breath and flicked her wrist side to side a couple of times, then when she reeled it back to throw it, it suddenly turned completely f/c and when she threw it the owl claw bounced back from the bullseye and dug itself into her d/a shoulder

a scream of pain resounded through the small shack and was doubled when you felt the searing pain in the same shoulder, the younger you went down her knees that same time you did and grasped her shoulder at the same time you did as well

tears pricked your eyes and you shook violently, the memory was so real, as it had happened a few years before, but as of right now, it was happening and you soon were so deep in your hatred for your 'father', so deep in your pain, that you didn't know that f/c swirls were curling around your shoulder trying in vain to heal it, your shoulder wasn't at all cut, but the pain was there from your past