Crimson Grin
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Last published Wed, Oct 8, 2025
I've been fighting for as long as I can remember. I love the adrenaline. I dance in crimson, slowly slipping into a dark, delicious abyss of madness and mayhem. Malice - I enjoy it.
To most, I'm a monster. I've spent six years surviving another. But I'm done being trapped in a cage I didn't know I was in.
I'm fighting to get out, but it seems I'm escaping from cage and running to something much darker.
I go by Cheshire. My smile is a weapon - sharp enough to cut - and every grin hides another lie, another kill, another slip of my madness.
To him, I'm only his best friend's little sister. To me, he's both my brother's best friend and my enemy.
I play two people: the one he worships, and the one he thinks he knows - his best friend's cold-hearted little sister. He's obsessed with Cheshire, never realizing both faces belong to me.
He's my enemy in more ways than one. He's my enemy, and he's dangerously close. The closer he gets, the less I want to kill him.
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