Gacha Story (Mature Readers Only)

The Long Lost Mother

Arya had been browsing through multiple model accounts on her Instagram. She wanted to be one after all, and she was in desperate need of an inspiration. So far, despite swiping for hours without pause, she had found no one quite like what she wanted. Where was that perfect model - that dream model she wanted to see, she wanted to be like? That never existed, so she had to create that perfect image of what she wanted to be.

Her mother told her that the way she looked was perfect already, that she didn't need to change herself for anything, anyone or even the whole world. But Arya felt different. She remembered what her biological parents had said, and she couldn't help but feel as if their words were right.

Wait...

There - she saw one account that caught her eye immediately. An older woman - a roleplayer too. There was something strange about her, though. Her hair was dyed the same colours that Arya's hair was: pink and blonde. It wasn't her natural hair colour, so perhaps this woman was her inspiration from the start and she never knew? It didn't make much sense, though.

Filled with curiosity and awe, she followed the account straight away and watched as the follow button turned to message. Arya's phone keyboard flashed up on her screen, her fingers hovering over them, waiting for the command to type. She nervously bit back her fear of what the woman would say - what if she never replied? What if she didn't like her? Hesitantly, she typed - What was the worse that could happen? Arya thought.

"Hewwo"; the message sent. Hastily, she put down her phone and stared intently at the message. She sighed; it sounded lame, even for a four year old. Why would the woman reply when Arya can't even spell such a simple word as a greeting?

She picked up her phone again, pensive. Reply, dammit, she thought desperately. She'd want to know why I just randomly texted her, right?

Arya's fingers tapped the screen, sending, "Our hair is similar! I just realised!"

The woman replied, the messages on the text box shifting her previous messages up. "Oh hey! Yeah, it is! Wow!" The woman replied. Dreamer, that was her name. Arya stared at Dreamer's profile, looking at her image analytically. Not only had Dreamer got the pink hair fading to blonde the same shade as hers, but also had a pale greenish streak running down a few strands of her fringe. This could not be a coincidence.

In shock, Arya put her hand over her mouth, the other holding her phone. What if... this is... my real mother? Arya was so grateful, incredibly thankful that Livia had adopted her, and she still was. And living with her and Ashy... they were the real parents. Her biological parents had left her in a forest to strive on her own, making her have to kill - Arya shut her eyes. Awful memories flooding my mind once again - that girl C.C. was only one of them. Those people had turned her into a killer that she didn't want to be. Livia and Ashy saved her. If Dreamer...

She bit her lip, hard enough for blood to form at the corners - it tasted bitterly pleasant, but she let the taste fill her mouth, only biting harder down onto her bottom lip. Her thumbs reached for the buttons on the screen, the letters forming in perfect sequence in front of her eyes.

"Are you my... biological mother?"

For a moment, there was a painful silence, staring back at her under the text, the word 'seen'. Then, she saw Dreamer typing.

"O.O" was all she said.

"There has to be a way to make her say it," Arya grumbled to myself. "Why can't she just admit that she hated me and abandoned me?! I hate-"

She knew instinctively that her fury was not going to make this woman tell her the truth, so she had to mask it, and so, she did.

"I've always wanted to meet my biological parents," she messaged back, and it wasn't entirely a lie. She did want to meet them, but not to replace Livia and Ashy, but to find them to kill them. They made her a murderer so they were going to pay the price.