Wings of Fire ~Pain~: Darkyeeter

Chapter 4

~Clearsike~

Clearsike? In the fucking library. Apparently this bitch is always in the library, to the point of her parents joking about it, and the librarian giving her her own goddamn room. Fuckin parents bullying their kid, Clearsike's gonna end up shooting up a school and her parents will blame it on the fucking video games. And she'll see it coming, too, this bitch is a fucking seer, a snitch on the future, because apparently full MooMs make NiggaWings OP. Don't ask. In this room, Clearsike did a t h o n k and a h m m as she snitched on as many branches of the future to scrolls, using black ink. This bitch insane. Clearsike observed a specific line on a specific timeline scroll, trying to do a t h o N k and a h Nm mM m on how to avoid this event.

Step ((5+10)/3)-4: Meet her'nt. Step (69+420)/244.5, C H A O S along every timeline. Insert a greeting to her father without looking up as she reads some line about a Land'ntWing bringing salvation and/or death. F a t h e , who legit has no canonical name, after a few seconds of silence, spoke up. "B i t c h , stop worrying. You can't get the future to go your way every time, goddamnit." Clearsike didn't even turn around before responding, "B I T C H , I h A V E to worry. Buncha fuckin' Land'ntWings are gonna die pretty soon and I needta fuckin' find out why. I'm trying to c O N C E N T R A T e, man." Nameless mom'nt sighed. "Hi, trying to c O N C E N T R A T e, man, I'm dad, and you may be able to see way more shit than other NiggaWings, but that still doesn't mean you should try and police the past'nt. This shit ain't anything like Sonic CD."

Clearsike looked down, as Name'nt wrapped his wings around him'nt. This is much more than you can handle, d a d . Darkyeeter's face flashed through her mind. Every timeline she could see had her meet this yeeter, none of them very pleasant. Only ones where she avoided him or just up and l e f t for some continent of legend was different. Except that one ends in fog, probably meaning that she fucking d i e s . Clearsike had a flash of some fuckin gold crown, and yeeted over to table #AAAAAAAAAAAA, remembering which timeline that was from. Not Mom followed, in worry. "What the h e C are you so worried about, damnit?" Clearsike sighed. "If I tell you too early, you fuckin' p e r i s h . If I do this, that. If I sit at that table tomorrow, the entire fucking t r i b e dies." Nameless mom'nt slapped Clearsike. "B U E T C H , one two-year old ain't gonna change very much shit just by making different actions on her first day of school!" Goddamn piece of a A a had no idea.

Clearsike did a protest, smashing her father with signs. "Dont make me go, goddamnit! I got shit to plan!" Nameless father yelled in compliance and a beg for mercy, finally agreeing to wait until she was 3 to send her. Sutherland's use for Clearsike's nameless father ended, as he fell through the floor, sent to the backrooms, never to be seen in the entire book series again. As of The Poison Jungle, that is. But he probably ain't comin' back. Clearsike continued to write. If she can't avoid Darkyeeter, then she'll at least try to make him not e V I l, like a foot. My Darkyeeter, my fate. May as well try and make the best of it.

If I can snitch on all the goddamn futures, then I gotta choose the left'nt goddamn one.