Biting her tongue and smiling for the cameras has got her this far, but it's not a sustainable way of surviving, even if it's all Sang knows how to do. The stabbing pain of heels have lessened over time, but she's still too small to make anything around her move to make space for her, leaving her stuck in time and place in a situation that may just be the death of her. The real world has no place for fairy tales, but maybe, just maybe, dreams really can come true. " ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ, ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᴮᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ʷⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵒⁿ ᶠˡʸⁱⁿᵍ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗᵒᵒ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵈʸⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵀʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᴵ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᵃⁱⁿˢ ᴬⁿᵈ ʳᵘⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍⁱᵃⁿᵗˢ ᴸⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ, ᴵ'ᵐ ʳⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ " - higher, the score

the ghost bird fam are all gen z, so there's no way that they don't have a billion group chats and communicate using memes so here you go, some top notch banter with the ghost bird crew (Disclaimer: There is some profanity/swear words within the fic, just because this is the way a few characters - naming no names because we all know who - speak.) ((Also it gets better as it goes on, I swear. First few chapters may be a bit cringey, but they improve!) ---------------------------------------------------- ʟᴜᴋᴇ: i think i saw Dr. Green talking to a cat in japanese when he was really sleep deprived because apparently "they know Japanese better than English because they're nekos" ɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ: What's a neko ɢᴀʙʀɪᴇʟ: it's cat ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ: Neko is just "cat" in Japanese ᴋᴏᴛᴀ: Gabe, you don't even take Japanese, why do you know? ʟᴜᴋᴇ: he had an Anime phase ɴᴏʀᴛʜ: yeah that sounds about right