(CW: Death.)
"Oh I can see,
What others can't see.
It ain't some sideshow trick,
It's innate ability..."
Gideon practiced his routine, a record providing music, as Pacifica and Amelia watched. "He started this up after they disappeared." The blonde mentioned. The younger nodded. She had dressed in a khaki skirt and white button-up, a pink sweatshirt tied around her waist. "We just fell apart." Pacifica sighed.
Arnold Kryptos, a British friend of Gideon's, watched Gideon from a few seats away. He kept glancing back at Amelia and scowling like he had tasted something foul.
"Whew." Gideon panted as the song ended. "That was hard work. Mother, get me some ice cream!"
Mrs. Gleeful hurried out of the tent, shoulders hunched over. Amelia honestly wondered how the woman hadn't died of stress yet.
"So, what did you think?"
Pacifica shrugged. "The footwork is a bit sloppy, but so far so good."
"It looks good to me." Amelia said. Arnold nodded his agreement.
"Alright!" Gideon said, straightening at a phone's beeping. "What's that?"
Amelia glanced at her pocket. "Mine. It must be Blubs." The youngest mumbled, pulling her phone out. She pulled up her text messages. An unfamiliar number stared up at her.
LOOK UP
"Look up?" She mumbled, turning her eyes to the ceiling. What hung there made her gasp, the phone dropping to the ground.
Mrs. Gleeful hung there, a rope around her neck. Both eyes were gouged out and leaking blood, her mouth open in a scream.
"Oh god." Pacifica gagged.
The air was broken by Gideon's scream.
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Missing
FanfictionOnce, a pair of bright-eyed twins entered the woods looking for adventure. They must've found it... Because they never came back out. ~'~'~ Six years after Weirdmaggedon, twelve year old Amelia Pines declares loudly at her dead cousins' memorial tha...
