The Skullhearted: A Skullgirls Lesbian Fanfiction

Filia 1

I walked into the small diner and sat at the booth. I felt an overwhelming sense of dread as two guys had followed me into the the diner. I sat down next to another, more attractive girl in a schoolgirl's uniform and a sunhat. Her hair was clearly stuck under it so it looked clutzily put together. Her miniskirt and mid-thigh stockings made me blush as the bell of the diner's door rang out. I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible.
I heard a whistle from behind me as two men's shadows covered me. "Well, look at this little lady? Quite fine eh Lawrence?" one of them deviously said.
"Yeah, young and beautiful, just the way I like em". I felt one arm wrap around and grab my boob. Another squeezed my butt as it slid into my jean shorts. The girl next to me got off her chair and pointed confidently.
"You two better stop right this instant!" she shouted. Her eyes were a deep red - which would have scared me if I hadn't seen weirder in New Meridian.
"Oh look, another pretty lady, take care of her". The other guy start to take a few steps forward.
"BACK OFF BITCH!" I heard from the girl, though her lips didn't move. The whole room was silent, watching this unfold. Before I knew it, her hat flew off and a flurry of hair surrounded me. The two guys were beaten to near death by her hair. When everything was over, the two guys were running out of the diner bloody and bruised.
"Samson!" the girl said, pouting, "They're bleeding!"
"HELL YEAH! THAT WAS EPIC!" The girl shook her head and sighed, straightening out her tie.
"Wh-who's Samson?" I asked, fixing my tank top and bra. The girl looked at me and put her hat on, stuffing her hair in it again. "No one too important," she awkwardly chuckled, trying to change the subject.
"DON'T LEAVE ME OUT!" a gravelly deep voice shouted from under her hat. The girl pulled her hat down tight and there was muffled shouting.
"A-are you okay?" I asked.
"Just a little nervous is all..." she stammered, blushing. The hat explded into thousands of fabric bits as the girl's jet black hair turned into sharp quills. It soon turned into tentacle-like legs and lifted her up, turning her so she was facing away from me. A mouth with a long pink tongue and sharp teeth was on the back of her head, along with two glowing yellow eyes.  "HELLO!"
I shrieked and the jagged smile turned into a frown. "WHAT? YOU'VE NEVER SEEN A MURDEROUS HAIRASITE BEFORE?"
"C-calm down please!" the girl begged. I ran away and the girl tried to chase after me. "Wait! Please don't be afraid!"
I continued to run and turned into an alleyway. I stopped to take a breath. "Hello? Helloooo?" I could hear her shouting.
"WE'RE NOT GONNA HURT YOU!" Samson shouted as well, not nearly as endearing.
"Please come out!" I looked out of the alleyway and they were walking down the street.
"WHY ARE WE EVEN DOING THIS?"
"Because she was scared and we have to make it up to her".
"THIS IS STUPID, LET'S GO TO THE CASINO OR SOMETHIN!"
"I can't, and why would I want to?"
"Why'd I have to attach to a kid..." Samson mumbled. I stepped out of the alleyway and the girl saw me. Samson quickly ran her over to me and she slammed into me, knocking me to the floor. I scraped up my arms as the girl ran over to me. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"
"Owie..." Being the wuss I am, I started to tear up. The scrapes stung and burned. The girl held out her hand and I stood up on my own, stepping away slowly. The girl looked hurt and teared up herself.
"Please.... Don't cry..." the girl said quietly, "I'm not gonna hurt you...." I wiped the tears streaming down my cheek.
"I'M GUESSING YOU DON'T WANT ME HERE?"
"JUST GO TO BED SAMSON!" Her hair went limp and his mouth closed as he melted back into her hair. She blinked away the tears and huffed, before stepping closer. I wiped my eyes and looked to the side, holding my hands in front of me. The girl grabbed my hands and held them up. "M-my name is Filia..." she said quietly.
"Tori...." Filia seemed to blush a bit. I pulled my hands away and rubbed my cuts. "Are you okay?" she asked, worried.
"Just a few scrapes..." I mumbled, still crying.
"Want to come over? I can help you out with those cuts..." I nodded and she held my hand, bringing me back to her house.
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I sat in her room, which was surprisingly average. Her parents knocked on her door and told us to sleep well.
"Night mom! Night dad!" Filia said with a smile. I smiled and chuckled. My cuts burned because of the antiseptic but I couldn't have cared less.
"Thank you for helping me..." I whispered, blushing.
"It's okay, I feel like I owe you anyways".
"You really don't, what you did at the diner meant a lot to me". She smiled and stood up. I tried not to stare as she changed into adorable pajamas and got into bed. She had politely set up an air mattress and quietly smiled at me as I got under the covers.
"Goodnight Filia...." I purred happily, "Goodnight Samson..."
"Goodnight Tori..."
"Night kiddos....".