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Post by Jack Ashworth on Sept 29, 2018 18:54:18 GMT
Darkness. Nothing but darkness surrounded the girls around them. Darkness and noise. That familiar noise that woke them up and put them back to sleep. A distant faint, dizzying noise echoed in their ears.
"Who's there?" a deep feminine voice asked another faint figure, who slowly approached the group, limping on her right leg. Both girls who lay on top of each other, the man lay about a meter away from them - all were slowly waking up. They could see only the dizzy silhouette, the only source of light that was supposedly behind their backs - blinded them.
The thin feminine figure bent down and let out a shocked gasp. She kneeled next to the man, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Jack," in disbelief, she carefully patted his head, moving his messy, as usual, greasy hair out of the way.
"Miss Kishi, wait! Oh, gosh... What did you find there!? You know my legs are not like they used to be," another feminine figure approached their small group, holding onto her stomach like she was in pain, a string of something was following her dragging along the ground. "Oh, heavens! Tara! Esmeralda!" a familiar voice addressed both of the girls when she recognised her students. The old woman clapped her hands around her mouth, so now the girls could see how disfigured Miss Truman's body was. Her guts were literally falling out of her stomach and yet... she was still breathing!
"Jack," the raven-haired woman pled and took his hand into hers. It was so warm. "How did you find us? Jack, please, wake up..."
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Sept 29, 2018 19:55:28 GMT
Red, green, blue.
Esme kept seeing the colors as she came to. Great, now the noise had colors attached too. It was the last thing she needed. She sat up and swiped a raven hair from her malachite colored eyes. Beneath her was Tara. Where was the knife? Tara had put herself between Esme and...that mocoso looking man...
She stood nervously. A woman was crying and knelt by the man. Normally, Esme was relieved to see a teacher, but it was Miss Kishi. Miss Kishi had started all this.
“Señorita Kishi. Tengo algunas preguntas. muchos de Ellos...”
Well, her bilingual brain was broken. The Spanish was blurting our involuntarily. She was annoyed and furious. Tara would hopefully be with her soon. Before she could speak again, someone else appeared and Esme felt herself turn pale, along with a dropping sensation, foreshadowing a puke.
Mrs. Truman was there. With her guts hanging out.
Esme’s throat filled with bile. Finally, it was too awful to bear. She leaned away from everyone and vomited. The purge was disgusting yet satisfying. It was too dark to see what was all in her stomach and now on the floor. The metallic acidic smell danced around and she sat up.
“Senorita Truman...Misha me dijo que estabas muerto. cómo...?”
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Post by Administrator on Sept 29, 2018 21:12:32 GMT
Pain. Sudden pain of awakening - like she was an infant who took his first breath - pierced her body. When the ache has finally passed the girl's realized that something was different. She felt... hollow. Like some part of her vanished and escaped into unknown. Wait! This urge. This constant urge that was eating her from the inside. It... it was gone?! She finally lost it! "It's gone," a faint smile touched her lips and she looked around the room she found herself in. She... she was in a basement? But how? Why?! Amanda stood up from the concrete floor looking around in fear. No, no this can't be true. She can't be alive! She jumped! She- She should be dead! NO! "WHAT do you want from me?" she yelled at the air. Her body bent, she grabbed her hair and pulled her head down. "PLEASE, just let me GO!"Look at yourself. "What?" Amanda looked around, backing away from the possible voice-source, even though she knew there is no way she could ever see her, it's impossible. Did... did she just speak back to me? But... she never did before! Then the redhead remembered the command and looked at her arms. Oh gosh, her veins... he skin! No. What was wrong with her? "What did you do to me?!" she pled, wishing right now for a mirror, so she could see her face. Me? Oh, no no no. You did it to yourself, sugar. And now you are the beginning of something new. "What... what do you mean?" Amanda leaned on the wall behind her like she was trying to fuse with it. The moment she moved closer to the wall she noticed an old, but crystal clear butcher knife laying down on the ground. Fuck. She didn't like this one bit. What was going on?! What ELSE did she want from her?! You lost your purpose but fear not. I have another task for you! Your time to shine has come, my love. "What do you want from me?!" she snarled back at her. Kill them. Torture them. Slowly. One by one. "WHAT?" she panted out in surprise. Okay, forcefull matchmaking was one thing, but this shit now got to a new level! "ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS? WHAT KIND OF GAME IS THIS?" she clenched her fists in disbelief, "Are... Are they even aware of that?! You are FUCKING crazy!"They ARE aware and warned, don't you worry. Surely, they will get sad, but they will get over this quickly. Honey, relax and do the job and I PROMISE you. As soon as you are done - I will let you go. "But..." the girl slowly sat back down on the ground, her hand landed on the knife's blade. She pulled it away from it in fear. Amanda, there are no "buts" with you! What did I tell you? They are not real. "I... Can I-" she tried to ask to "undo" her latest action, "Can I get my purpose back? Please. I don't think I- What about Phillip? Wha- "NO! AND DON'T YOU EVEN DARE TO ASK ABOUT IT AGAIN! AND HE ISN'T FUCKING REAL. NONE OF THEM ARE! What's so difficult about it to comprehend?! The girl winced, she wanted to cover her ears in fear, but she knew it won't help. Her eyes got wet with tears. "Okay, okay I'll do it!" she panted back, defeated. Good girl.
I will let you go when you will be done with our task.
And don't even dare to slack to put up a good show. "Wha- what do you mean?" the girl wiped away the tears and tried to calm herself down. You can do this! They... they are not real. Are they? They... They are just pictures. Pictures and pixels. Lines of text. Look at that knife. The redhead did as she commanded and finally saw her new "form". Her once deep chocolate-brown eyes were now milky why. Empty. Lifeless. You are a born actress, my dear. I know you can do it! Let's put a smile on that face! They... they are nothing. I'm nothing. I'm nothing but a bunch of text-lines. I'm nothing but a figment of her imagination. I'm a machine. Designed to accomplish a task. "Okay, mother," she said with a wide smile spreading across her face "I will play my part."***
I will play my part...
For who knows how many hours she was watching at that distant light of unknown source. She wished it made her go blind. She wished it would just burn her to a crisp. She noticed how both Veronica and Miss Truman heard some noise in the distance. She didn't bother checking. Nothing mattered. They all are now just stuck in this "limbo" forever. Used toys. Broken fragments. Then suddenly she heard a familiar name being called: "Tara!" Tara?! Esmeralda?! Amanda stood up from the floor... or whatever you can call this dark void - the surface was stable enough to suspend her, so we shall call it floor from now on. The girl hesitated for a moment not sure if she should show herself to them but then has decided to approach the group. There was no way to hide in here. No matter how far you go you will come to the same spot. And still... How did THEY end up here? They didn't belong to her! The girl stopped herself and stood in a few meters away from the group, observing the image. Poor Esmeralda... didn't feel well. Oh, gosh. The girl turned around, hiding her face, feeling embarrassed... and guilty. Post order:Amanda or NPC - Tara - Esmeralda
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Post by Tara Macfly on Sept 29, 2018 22:47:28 GMT
Tara woke up slowly her head hurting like hell. Jesus ! Did Philip felt like this too ? What happened ? She was talking to that Jack guy with Esme and then... Was it another room transfer ? It didn't happened like this normally. It was more smooth.
When she succeeded in opening her eyes, the only thing she saw was darkness. Darkness surrounding her entierely. No room, no floor, no walls. Just darkness. Tara raised instantly panicked. Did this mean she was dead ? Did she died ? Was this all over ?
Suddenly her gaze catched, the jack guy, who was incouscious and her raven haired friend. Esme was here too, she had already woke. Did they die too or were there just in some really weird place ? Well nothing should even surprise her anymore in this hell. She heard Esme talking in spanish, she didn't talk the langage at all, the only thing she heard was.
“Señorita Kishi."
Miss Kishi ? What ? Tara returned and indeed saw her theatre teacher. God when was the last time she saw her ? She immediatly ran to the man with them. Tara remembered from the little conversation they had with Jack that he was Miss kishi's husband. Or ex-husband ? They were divorced, right ?
Suddenly, something Esme told them before the phone case came back in Tara's mind "We found out that Miss Kishi was losing her mind after her divorce. So much so that she summoned a demon."
Miss Kishi was probably the responsible, or at least one of the responsible of their mess. She needed answers.
"Miss Kishi..." Tara began but she was interrupted.
"Oh, heavens! Tara! Esmeralda!" Tara heard a familiar voice.
Suddenly Tara saw Mrs Truman. This couldn't be ! She was dead ! Misha told them ! Was she wrong ? ''Mrs Truman !'' Tara exclaimed "I'm so happy to see you, we thought you were..." dead was about to say Tara but the word got lost in her throat when she got a total look on her principal's body. She nearly throw up at the sight. And she had thought Jamie's death was the most disgusting thing she'd even seen.Mrs truman's guts were falling out of her stomach. Oh god ! How the woman could be alive ? Or was she dead ? That's it. It was the proof that somehow Esme and Tara died.
“Senorita Truman...Misha me dijo que estabas muerto. cómo...?” Esme blurted. Tara still couldn't understand spanish but she had a good idea of what Esme said.
"Mrs Truman, how ? How are you still alive ?'' Tara asked panicked. "Are you even alive ?"
Tara took her head in her hands. Everything was so crazy. Miss Kishi was trying to wake up Jack. Miss truman was lossing her guts. And Esme and Tara were standing in all this craziness.
"Mrs Truman ! Miss Kishi ! Please" Tara shouted "I have enough ! We want answers ! What is this place ? Who is behind all of this ? What happened on June 11th ? And... What about the demon summoning ?" She asked the last part, her cold gaze on Miss Kishi.
Suddenly Tara felt uneasy. She had the weird feeling of being watched. It remembered her, of her tragic meeting with Snooty. She still needed to find out what was snooty's place in all of this. She rubbed her eyes with her hands. She was tired of all of this. She didn't even knew if she still wanted this answers. She just wanted to go home. To hug her parents, her cat and her dog. Going to school, to drama club. Hanging out with Chris, maybe Esme and dee dee. And having this tea party Arielle had proposed. Was it too much to ask to have her life back ?
When she opened her eyes again, she saw others eyes. Blanck ones. She immediatly recognized who it was. She knew she was still here, walking around as a dead corpse. She heard it but still haven't saw it. She had still some hope, that she couldn't have done that. Killed these people. But she was standing in front of her, now.
"Amanda !" Tara exclaimed. But no. This wasn't Amanda. The sweet and Kind Amanda. Not anymore. It was her corpse. Her cute brown eyes, were remplaced by white and livid ones. Her shy smile by a creepy one. It wasn't Amanda.
Tara didn't knew what to do. She tightened the knife who had found his way on her pocket again. She killed her friend Lizzie, tortured Thalia, probably was the responsible of Jamie and Sigvard's death, and of Philip thongue's lost. And who knew how many things she did. Surprisingly the thing who had Amanda's features didn't seem threatening at all. Quite the contrary, she seemed the one to be scared, trying to hide her face from them. Tara was so confused. What should she do ?
Tara approached Amanda slowly, until she stood in front of her, trying to take a look at the face the girl was trying to hide. She didn't really knew why she does that.
Tara couldn't took it anymore and collapsed on the ground crying, in front of the dead girl walking. If she wanted to kill her, Tara was the perfect prey.
"Why ? Why did you do that Amanda ?" Tara blurted out. She had wanted to ask the read head these questions since she her took her life away "Why did you kill yourself ? Why did you kill Lizzie and the others ?"
"Why ?" She asked again looking into the girl's eyes.
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Oct 1, 2018 0:17:24 GMT
Esme was still recovering from losing her lunch when everything suddenly started happening in the span of a few minutes. She was purposefully avoiding any sort of contact with Madonna, fearful of puking again. It touched her that the principal showed concern for her and Tara. Well, good/ Hopefully the older woman remembered that Esme had tried to save her life with the help of Naomi. Something to reassure she was doing something right in this topsy turvy world without logic.
Tara demanded answers and the raven haired Latina nodded feebly in agreement. Her mind was recovering from her pukefest and she had to take her time to stand back up. The good news was the puke was unlike Robert's. There were no traces of blood or an iron smell. It made her skin crawl.
As Esme got onto her haunches, something crawled down her spine. No...No...if that thing wanted to kill her doing in th dark was a cowardly way to do so. Especially when it had the nerve to laugh at so many deaths. She didn't stand up, she was far too tired, but her mind started rushing back and forth. The figure who was being interrogated by Tara was someone Esme wasn't sure how to greet.
Amanda looked like shit. Like she had taken a heavy fall; that had been confirmed. But there was something else. Amanda's eyes, which had once been such a sweet chocolate brown, were completely white. Like they rolled back into her head and weren't coming out. Unlike Sigvard who had been slowly bleeding, or Riley and Robert, Amanda looked somewhere between dead and alive. Was the strange demon using her body as a puppet to try and murder them? Esme stood back, watching Tara talk to the dead body. As much as Esme wanted to join her, and talk with Amanda, she was unsure. What if Amanda lashed out and tried to kill them? It wouldn't be by her own choice, but better to be safe than sorry.
"Mandie...you said the party you threw for me and Tara was a setup. Well, I'm not giving up on finding the bastard who forced you to do it in the first place. Too many people have died from other setups."
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Post by Administrator on Oct 1, 2018 15:32:48 GMT
"Amanda!" And that moment all of them stared back at her. Tara, Esmeralda, Veronica, Miss Truman, even Jack, who has finally woke up. Damn you, Jack, what the fuck were you doing here? Dawn was still alive as far as she knew! And how the fuck you did end up here?! The red-head turned her face towards Tara, she saw a familiar knife in her hand. The one she was gifted the day she's got her "new form" as her mother liked to call it. She was ready... and not ready at the same time. The girl tried to straighten her back and look Tara in the eyes. Whatever she wanted to say or do - she had a full right to do. Amanda wasn't human anymore. She was a monster. A selfish monster that let herself slip into this mindset and believe that if only she will play her part - this whole mess would come to an end. Stupid, selfish beast. "Hermione" was now in less than a meter away from her and... Amanda couldn't stop looking at her. She was so beautiful. She was so close. She was alive. Beautiful. Breathing. How could she even think they were not real? How could she let- And that moment Tara collapsed on the ground, crying, yelling at her. "TARA," Amanda fell down to her knees beside her, willing to embrace her, to make her feel safe again, to bring everything back the way it was, but her hand - stretched out to her - froze midway in uncertainty. Tara. Do you remember the roof?.. We were happy back there. Remember? For a moment. Just a moment. If only they could go to their "happily ever after" and forget about this world. "Why did you kill yourself?" the girl cried out, looking back at her, "Why did you kill Lizzie and the others? Why?" "I-" Amanda pressed her hand back to her covered in dirt and blood chest. She didn't have any tears left to shed, so she just stated back at Tara, her mouth - that now shrunk from the crazy smile she had to a normal one sise - quivering. "Mandie, you said the party you threw for me and Tara was a setup. Well, I'm not giving up on finding the bastard who forced you to do it in the first place. Too many people have died from other setups," Esmeralda said, but the red-head shook her head negatively. No, it wasn't this simple... She felt how her body become numb. Pain. Pain that was way worse than the physical one she has ever felt coated her skin. "It... It IS all my fault," she cried out back, her hands gripping her own hair. "I am the cause of all of this. If only I could stop existing NOTHING would have happened! But I can't, I can't! I CAN'T! She doesn't let me! She wants something from me and I don't understand WHAT!" she yelled, her body lowering with each word closer to the "ground". "I- I'm sorry!" she let go of her own hair and rose her head to look back at Tara, "I- I know I don't deserve forgiveness, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I tortured so many of you..."They all still were just toys in their master's hands, but they MATTERED. They ARE alive. They have feelings and thoughts. They feel pain, and love, and sorrow. "When, when I saw you ," she addressed Tara, looking back at her beautiful face, "I realized you... you ARE real! Before that I-" and that moment she abrupted herself. No. She can't let them know what she knew her whole 'life'. That's the reason WHY she tried to erase herself from this world! She can't tell them, she just... CAN'T! New post order: (to cover up more plot ;D) Amanda - Tara - NPCs - Esmeralda
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Post by Tara Macfly on Oct 1, 2018 18:59:46 GMT
"TARA," Tara raised her head instantly seeing Amanda falling down on her knees beside her. The girl's hand raised towards her, but she stopped before she could touch her. Tara's eyes grew. Did she tried to hug her ? Tara was a little relieved she didn't. She had no idea how she would have react.
"I-" Amanda began, hesitating on her words. Suddenly she was interrupted.
"Mandie, you said the party you threw for me and Tara was a setup. Well, I'm not giving up on finding the bastard who forced you to do it in the first place. Too many people have died from other setups," Esmeralda had come with them.Tara thought a little about what Esme told. She hadn't really thought about Amanda being possessed to do all of this. After all it was a possibility. Sig was possessed. But even if the girl did it against her will could Tara have the strength to forgive her ?
"It... It IS all my fault," Amanda cried gripping her hair. It made Tara jump a little, she wasn't expecting this reaction. Well in fact she had no idea what she was expecting. She didn't knew this Amanda. If she had ever knew Amanda was the question. "I am the cause of all of this. If only I could stop existing NOTHING would have happened!" This scene broke Tara heart completly. Amanda was so desparate. Tara wanted to tell her, that she souldn't think that. She shouldn't think about killing herself. But this was something she could have said to her friend Amanda, not this Amanda. She had done to much wrong things.
"But I can't, I can't! I CAN'T! She doesn't let me! She wants something from me and I don't understand WHAT!" she yelled.
"She doesn't let me ? Who is she ? The person behind this ?" Tara wondered
"I- I'm sorry!" she said looking back at Tara again. Those eyes. Those dead eyes. Tara would never have the habit. She would give anything to see those beautiful brown eyes again and not this gaze. But she didn't look away "I- I know I don't deserve forgiveness, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry I tortured so many of you..." Tara could feel the girl's regret and guilt in her voice. It wasn't fake. Tara was so torn. When she heard that. She didn't saw the killer anymore. She was saying her friend, the girl she liked. Tara wanted to hug her, to say that she forgave her, that they would find a solution. But a vision of Lizzie came back to her. Poor sweet Lizzie, who was dead. Followed by Thalia and Philip's hurt faces, Andrei's fall, Polaris sewed with this other girl and Sig drilling Jamie's head. Those were probably all Amanda's fault. Polaris and Lizzie two of her dear friends died because of her, probably from her hands, with so much other innocents people. She couldn't forgive.
"When, when I saw you ," she continued adressing Tara particularly. The brunette felt a little weird for a moment by the way Amanda was looking at her. It was oddly intense for a dead gaze. "I realized you... you ARE real! Before that I-" but the girl suddenly abrupted herself not talking anymore.
This last sentence, left so many questions to Tara. When she saw her ? The only time she saw dead Amanda was right now.
And what did she mean by real ? Did the woman, she was talking about persuaded her that they weren't real ? Virtual or something ? Does this mean that Amanda would have killed nobody if she realised that this was a lie ? The thought was sickening.
Tara had so much questions, the girl didn't answer any.
She looked at the girl and her chest tighten. She seemed so hurt, so afraid, so guilty. Like Esme Tara wanted to find this asshole who did that to her. But Amanda had her part of responsability too. Tara didn't know how to react at all.
After a long moment of hesitation, she took the girl's hands, and start rubbing it hoping, it would appease the girl a little. It was a weird sensation. Holding these hands, from a dead corpse, it was cold, no more human warmth. But it felt oddly right to hold her hands.
"I... I don't know if I could ever forgive you Mandie" She confessed. She didn't want to give the girl false hope. "But I trust you when you said you're sorry, that someone forced you to do this. And I trust in... redemption." It was hard to say the last word. Usually she really did. She really thought that every human being, could have a chance to redempt themselves no matter their crime. A naive and candid thought most people said and they were probably right. And Tara was starting to understand why. It was harder to trust this ethic when she was living the situation. When she knew the people that Amanda killed. She hesitated and looked again at Amanda. Her creepy smile had transformed into an expression of sadness, and hurt. Amanda deserved her redemption.
"Please tell us who is the woman who did this to you." She asked looking in Amanda's eyes. "Tell us what did you mean when you knew I was real. How did everything happened. The demon. 11th June. If there is a way to stop this. Tell us everything you know." She squeezed the dead girl's hands a little "Maybe we can help you".
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Post by Veronica Kishi on Oct 3, 2018 18:11:38 GMT
"Jack, please, wake up," the woman begged, gently patting her ex-husband on the cheek. She bit her lower lip in fear and frustration. A swirl of thoughts was bursting inside her mind, making her more and more anxious... and angry. Stupid Jack. Why did you even come here? HOW did he manage to do it anyway? Well, perhaps based on what Amanda already told them, there could be another e-... No! Still, that wasn't an excuse! Fuck! JACK, I TOLD you not to follow me! I TOLD you to leave me alone! FUCK! Why do you NEVER LISTEN?! Veronica violently wiped away her tears and smacked her ex on the cheek with all her might, leaving a bright red mark. "ARGH," a man let out a sudden yelp, his hand flying over to his bruised cheek. "Amanda!"
The woman turned her head toward the side of the black void where the confrontation was happening. Did... did they know each other? "NIKKY!" Jack has finally realized who was the person trying to wake him up and tried to get up on his elbows to hug his wife, "Nik, I was looking f-" "SHH!" she shushed at him, not willing to miss what Amanda and Tara were talking about. So far they only heard only one side of this story from Amanda's point of view. "Nikki, I," Jack whispered trying to grab her attention again. "SHH!" she furrowed her eyebrows and put her forefinger right to mouth. "Jack, not now!" she turned around and hissed back at him,.. Oh, gosh. His eyes. His gorgeous blue eyes. She missed them so badly, she... "How did everything happen. The demon."
And like this Veronica's attention was back to her students. She stood up from the ground, leaving poor frustrated Jack on the "ground". "Demons don't exist in this world," Veronica said loudly, coming up and now standing right by Esmeralda's side. "If they did - they would take my soul away many moons ago."
Perhaps the kids have found her dagger? She had a full collection back at home, she brought one to show to Miss Truman as a piece of evidence that she wasn't lying. It was a beautiful, but quite useless thingamabob if you use it for something else besides cutting flesh. "Before I even tried to perform a ritual," she took off her jacket and folded it over her arm. "It all started in May.." "I- I wanted to end my life because," she looked back at Jack. "Because I couldn't bear a child," that moment Jack sprang to his feet, but Veronica stopped him from touching her or moving any step closer, "Jack, no! Not now!" He deserved a better life. A life without her. God damn you, Jack! Why did you come here?! "So, first,... I've decided to cut my wrists," she rolled both sleeves of her blouse, showing numerous longitudinal white scares covering them. "Veronica, don't," Miss Truman tried to intervene, but Veronica was determined to show them the truth. Hell, just her presence with her guts all over the floor could traumatize anybody more than her old "battle" scars. "I ate a full bottle of sleeping pills, tried to suffocate myself in a bathtub," she started unbuttoning her blouse, as she was about to strip. "But nothing worked. The next day I always came back to life. I thought that maybe I could try something ridiculous as summoning a demon," her blouse now was fully unbuttoned and the students could see the middle strap of a black, lace bra. "I couldn't do it. I was thinking about it for a week, but... I couldn't do it. I thought that, hey maybe I can live on with this "curse" of mine. Some might have thought of it as a "miracle", but then..."And that moment she opened up the blouse, revealing 24 scars all over her chest and body, "I stabbed myself over 20 times." Bright, white, long and probably deep scars. "So even if it was a demon it was "haunting" this school way before June 11," the woman has started buttoning her shit again. "But it's not a demon," her gaze met with Amanda.
You have to tell them. No matter how their life might change after this, Amanda. We both know it. It was actually hard to believe that Veronica could have been in Amanda's shoes. She kinda was happy about this fact. Sorry, Amanda. But now... You should tell them.
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Oct 4, 2018 4:49:44 GMT
Esmeralda blinked back tears. This time, there was not one emotion within the fire. It wasn't sorrow for the countless people who were dying or had been killed by the wrath of whatever was causing all of this, demon or not demon. It wasn't frustration for being so lost on what was happening and being helpless to help Chris and Dawn, who were no doubt wondering where they were while the predator was watching from the shadows. And it wasn't rage at Amanda for listening to the thing, for killing people and setting up plans. Had Amanda not tipped her and Tara off, they probably would have been killed by poisoned tea or stabbed with a teaspoon or something poetic. It was a strange mixture of all three. And once again, Amanda was denying Esme's help and it was starting to bother her.
"Demons don't exist in this world."
The bold voice of Miss Kishi nearly made Esme shriek. She stood automatically rigid, putting herself in front of Tara and Amanda. Just by hearing the two girls converse, she realized there was something that had gone on between them. Something far more intimate than just being friendly. If Miss Kishi wanted to hurt them, keep them from a romance she herself would no doubt never have again with Naveen being dead ((at this point, she assumed he was)), she'd need to go through her.
But no, Miss Kishi didn't attack them. Instead, she gave a huge confession. She was the sinner, and everyone else was the congregation. Jack even kept trying to stop her, but the drama teacher kept cutting down offers to support. Esme noted a history between them. Was Jack...did hee and Miss Kishi have a thing together? Peyton had talked about the divorce...
Then the countless, fruitless attempts Miss Kishi took. She was even baring her literal battle scars for them to see. Esme cringed. Each crisscrossed line was a star in a galaxy of long-winded sadness. She looked away, feeling a slight tinge of guilt. All this time she was suspecting Miss Kishi for being too hard and too pushy.
'Peyton has the knife now. In the world outside of this pocket, so to speak," Esme said quietly. In her heart, something like a lock unbolted. If there were no demons, it meant the dagger was just a weapon. Peyton was armed and could protect everyone. The lock came down again. Esme had no weapons, not counting her bare fists and armored will. She couldn't protect her friends.
Her green eyes fell back to Amanda. Obviously, Miss Kishi had said enough. The pieces were coming together.
"It's like a cycle doomed to repeat," she mused. "Both you and Miss Kishi tried to kill yourselves, yet whoever is behind this won't let it happen. You said yourself it wants something from you..." Esme pulled out the gaming list and flipped it over, revealing those who did sign it. "and that's why you did all these games. Because it'll let you go when it finds what it's looking for." [OOC: Esme is showing everyone the gaming list]
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Post by Administrator on Oct 5, 2018 14:10:53 GMT
It's all my fault. If only I didn't jump... We could all live pretending. Pretending to be alive, pretending to be happy. Maybe even she and Tara could have a future together? Maybe their "happily ever after" could have become canon?
But no. You had to jump. It was your decision. Your own first decision. And look what you've done. Even though you didn't know what the aftermath would bring - you followed your new purpose. You created this world. You made them suffer. You played with them. And you killed them.
Amanda sat silently on the floor in front of Tara, their hands intertwined. "Please tell us who is the woman who did this to you," she said looking right at her. "Tell us what did you mean when you knew I was real. How did everything happen? The demon. 11th June..."
If Amanda's heart could skip a beat - it would. June 11. 2018. 8:51 PM. GMT +3.
While Amanda was gathering her thoughts altogether, Veronica told them her part of the story. None of them could actually die here - Amanda, Veronica, Miss Truman, even the janitor and the dog. They can't be replaced. So they just keep on existing. Jack wasn't an NPC though... he was supposed to replace Dawn when she would die.
Their eyes met for a second. What an odd "flashy" character. He should definitely explain himself. Amanda was aware of almost everything in this "world"... But Jack seemed like an anomaly of some kind. What could cause it?
"But it's not a demon," Veronica responded her eyes looking straight back at Amanda. Yes, it wasn't a demon. It was far worse.
"Peyton has the knife now. In the world outside of this pocket, so to speak," Esmeralda have mentioned the knife from Veronica's collection got a new owner. Wait, WHAT? IT let the students keep WEAPONS? But... WHY?! She herself was so close to killing its new body! Perhaps it doesn't care or...
"It's like a cycle doomed to repeat," the redhead heard Esmeralda talking to her and she rose her head to meet her eyes, her lips pursed in a frown.
"Both you and Miss Kishi tried to kill yourselves, yet whoever is behind this won't let it happen. You said yourself it wants something from you..." That was the truth indeed - Amanda wanted to reply, but before she could she heard a paper rattling sound. Esme pulled out a small piece of paper... from her notebook.
"And that's why you did all these games. Because it'll let you go when it finds what it's looking for." Oh, gosh. Gaming Club. It... It was supposed to be her club. A place she was promised to have that could make her happy! "Make new friends," she said. "It will be fun," she said. Why did she even try to follow her mom's stupid idea?! If only...
Wait.
"No," Amanda clenched her fist in anger, realizing something, "She... she isn't looking for anything. She just... She wanted this to happen. She wanted me to jump. She wanted ME to think it's MY decision!" Amanda let out a flat laugh, she let one of her hands comb through her messy hair.
She did this only to trigger everything else! She knew it's going to happen. She knows EVERYTHING! Amanda knew some things beyond regular bonds of knowledge, but she couldn't predict future... or overall just change anything!
Oh gosh, how can she, Amanda, even trust herself anymore... She wanted her to kill everybody. Heck, maybe it was HER who send Jack here so she could humiliate them even more!
"Tara," she addressed her friend, her eyes opened wide and shook her hands that they were still holding together slightly. Now or never. She had to tell them the truth. "I know this is going to sound like I'm crazy, but, please, try to believe me."
She gently caressed Tara's palm with her pale white as snow hand.
"This woman we are talking about... she is my mom. But... she is different from us. I... I don't have any memories about her... or my childhood. I don't even know how she looks! All I know..." Amanda took a deep breath, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration, trying to find the right words, "That she... created me, and she gave me a purpose. I- I was supposed to be "a matchmaker". A person who finds everybody their soulmate, but I-" she let out another flat laugh, "I wasn't allowed to fall in love myself. And I knew I couldn't..."
I couldn't do it because you are not real.
"I couldn't risk it," she lied. They are real. Even though they are just lines of text and pixels. They are! They don't deserve this fate! And she can't just blurt it out like that! She will find a better way to say it...
"June 11 is the day I was created," at least the date in her profile state so. Her "actual" birthday - December 28th - was the day an idea of her as a character was born. "I know it's weird and doesn't make any scene, but believe me!"
"So I thought that if I erase myself from this world - I won't have to continue doing this stupid matchmaking bullshit," she let out a small chuckle, her voice trembling as if she was about to burst into tears. All those nasty photos, notes, blackmail - only to make somebody forcefully to date somebody else.
"But then on June 20... She gave me hope, that... That I can possibly be happy. She told me to start a new club, a gaming club," she forced a smile and let out a huff, looking back first at Esmeralda, then at Tara. This the most fucking stupidest idea ever, but because of it... she was grateful to meet both Tara and Esme and get to know them in person. During their little tea-party, she indeed believed for a second that she can be happy...
Thank you both. Thank you, Gaming Club.
"But after I left you in the cafeteria... It all went to shit," she looked back at Veronica. She didn't blame her. It was all part of her "story", her "programming" as one may say.
[You've unlocked a path to get a "Special Ending"; Esmeralda can keep the gaming list, but it doesn't count as interactable item anymore.]
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Post by Tara Macfly on Oct 6, 2018 14:08:11 GMT
"I- I wanted to end my life because, Because I couldn't bear a child," Their theater teacher confessed. Tara’s eyes grew shocked. She wasn’t expecting such a reveal. Their teachers had tried to kill herself.
"So, first,... I've decided to cut my wrists," she rolled both sleeves of her blouse, showing numerous longitudinal white scars covering them. Tara winced at the saw. It remembered her her own scars which could be seen under her sleeves too. Miss Kishi had been through so much. It doesn’t excuse how awful she had been to the drama club members but Tara started to feel awful how mean things she had thoughts about the teacher. And then Miss Kishi told how all the times she tried to killed herself and it never works. It didn’t make any sense she shouldn’t have been able to survive any of this. Well Amanda neither, Tara thought looking at the dead girl next to her. But Kishi looked nothing like Amanda.
"But it's not a demon," Kishi announced. Then what was it ? The demon seemed to be the only ‘’logical’’ if we could say that, explanation for Tara. "It's like a cycle doomed to repeat," Esme said "Both you and Miss Kishi tried to kill yourselves, yet whoever is behind this won't let it happen. You said yourself it wants something from you..." Esme pulled out a paper Tara recognised instantly. The gaming list club. How was this linked to all of this ? "And that's why you did all these games.’’ Esme continued to explain ’’Because it'll let you go when it finds what it's looking for." "No," Amanda denied "She... she isn't looking for anything. She just... She wanted this to happen. She wanted me to jump. She wanted ME to think it's MY decision!" "Tara’’ Amanda addressed her finally. "I know this is going to sound like I'm crazy, but, please, try to believe me." Well everything they lived until now was already fucking crazy. And she was right now, in a place surrounded by… nothing, with a man who could teleport himself and three people who couldn’t die apparently. So really Tara wasn’t sure anything Amanda could said could surprise her. Amanda started to caress Tara’s hands. It gave Tara shivers. She nodded to the girl, hoping that they will finally have some answers.
"This woman we are talking about... she is my mom.’’ Tara furrowed her eyebrows. Her mom ? It seems familiar. The contact who called them and send texts to Philip was named mom. ‘’Mom’’ seemed to be omniscient, like the entity who send them texts. Tara was sure she had something to do with what they were leaving. But it was Snooty’s phone Tara was sure of it. ‘’But... she is different from us. I... I don't have any memories about her... or my childhood. I don't even know how she looks! All I know... That she... created me, and she gave me a purpose.’’
‘’Purpose’’ The word strikes something in Tara’s guts.
‘’You know, sometimes I think I lose purpose in my life, but the moment I met you’’
She remembered this text from Snooty about purpose. She had been so worried. Why was she thinking about this, right now ?
And then it clicked. Snooty’s suicide letter she found after Amanda killed herself, Amanda telling her she saw her when didn’t remember such a thing, the contact mom in Snooty’s phone and Amanda talking about her mom… And all the little clues which brought to an obvious answer : the two girls in Tara’s heart were one person. Amanda was Snooty.
She probably knew it before. There was too much coincidence, the two girls killing themselves, being related to everything that was happening. It was obvious, but until now Tara had refused to believe it.
The brunette looked at Amanda. The person in front of her, whom she mate awkwardly, that she always find cute, that she thought as a friend, who killed herself, killed others people, was the love of her life all along. Tara felt dizzy. It was too much informations. The weird things Miss Kishi and Amanda revealed and now this…
Tara withdrew her hands from Mandie’s ones, and departed a little from her. She should have rested in denial, everything would have been more simple.
Before all of this, if she had discovered this, Tara would have been the most happiest girl on earth. Cute Mandie from drama club being her dear snooty ? It was a dream becoming true. But now… She couldn’t even enjoyed the fact that Snooty was alive. Well sort of. She continued to listen to Amanda, well Snooty’s answers, trying to focus on the important matter.
‘’I- I was supposed to be "a matchmaker". A person who finds everybody their soulmate, but I- I wasn't allowed to fall in love myself. And I knew I couldn't…I couldn't risk it,"
Tara’s gaze hardened towards Amanda and she clenched her fists. A matchmaker ? She couldn’t fall in love ? So what was there conversations ? The I love you, in her texts, the I love you from Snooty suicide’s letter ? Had it been all a game ? A dare from her mom, to torture her with her feelings ? Had anything she had with Snooty really have been a lie ? Even their friendships ? A lonely tear rolled on Tara’s cheek at the thought.
She searched in her pockets for something to wipe her eyes. Her hand touched the knife. This knife she had kept so protectively because i twas Snooty’s. It was Amanda’s. It probably killed Lizzie and the others. She took her hand from her pocket as if she’d been burned and went for the other pocket. She retired a note.
Hey, I think you and Amalthea look cute together. Fuck off, weirdo! I have a girlfriend!
She almost forget about it. She found it with her new glasses. She hadn’t thought too much about it at the time, just a student note. But everything they found in this place seemed to be linked to their situation. And Amanda just talked about matchmaking.
‘’Was it you trying to do your matchmaking job ?’’ She asked coldly to the girl, showing her the note and trying to avoid her eyes.
She wanted to leave, she didn’t want to rest with Amanda anymore. She couldn’t bear it. But she needed the answers she have.
"June 11 is the day I was created, I know it's weird and doesn't make any scene, but believe me!" Created, it was the second time Amanda said it. Her mom created her. Her mom she never saw. What does this fucking means ? That Amanda wasn’t real ? No she was as real as them ! Why a mom would do that to their child it didn’t make any freacking sense. "So I thought that if I erase myself from this world - I won't have to continue doing this stupid matchmaking bullshit," Tara’s heart tightened at the thought of Amanda’s suicide. The thought of her dying again even after everything she did, even after everything she did was heartbreaking for Tara. If Amanda really trusted her, she could have told her, Tara may have been able to help her and nothing would have happened. "But then on June 20... She gave me hope, that... That I can possibly be happy. She told me to start a new club, a gaming club, But after I left you in the cafeteria... It all went to shit," Shit. The euphemism of the century.
‘’Then what happened ?’’ Tara raised her voice. She was probably even more confused than before. And she was hurt, so hurt. ‘’I still don’t understand. Why your mom would want to make you do all of this ? What do you mean by she created you ? And she didn’t let you fall in love ? Really ? I thought she wanted to find you a suitor, one of your friends ? Or was it a fucking lie to make me sympathize and make me a part in this matchmaking bullshit ?’’ At the end of her tirade of asks, Tara sobbed. Does she really wanted these answers ? It seemed the more answers she had, the more confused and heartbroken she became.
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Post by Jack Ashworth on Oct 8, 2018 15:09:08 GMT
Jack had to force himself to stop from lunging forward and embracing Veronica in his arms, while she was telling the girls her tale about her suicidal attempts. "It's not your fault," he thought, his lip pursing in a frown. When she has finally finished he braced himself to take one step forward.
"Nikki," he whispered, approaching her from the back. He put one hand on her shoulder, leaning in to see her face. He was ready for a slap, a hiss, a curse - anything coming into his direction - but he wouldn't stop trying to get closer to her. To bring the Veronica he knows is somewhere hidden deep inside her back. But she didn't. He walked up to her closer and now, hugging her from the back, gave ̶h̶e̷r̵ ̸o̸n̵é̶͜ ̷̢̈́š̸̳-̵̳̒
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Post by Administrator on Oct 8, 2018 15:18:12 GMT
N̶̬̈O̴͖̔!̶̲͝ ̴C̷A̸N̷'̸T̵ ̸W̶A̴IT ANY LONGER! SCREW THE POST ORDER! SCREW EVERYTHING! Laura, PLEASE, let her understand! I beg you! Let her see what I see! Only you can do it, please!Amanda couldn't bear the fact that she couldn't break from this character. She wanted to scream, to tell Tara that she DIDN'T lie about her past, about Zak, she didn't lie when she said she loved her! By the logic of this world their conversations, the tea party, the gaming club, the warm pink blanket around her shoulders that night, the shine in Tara's eyes, their shared past and emotions - they all existed. She didn't see it that way, but Tara has opened her eyes! She IS real! In Mom's reality, of course, it was nothing but a bunch of lines of text, but it didn't matter. Amanda understood that even this WHOLE world is just a figment of their imagination - it doesn't make it any less real. In the past a burden of being "born" with a thought and realization that the world around you is fake and you have no other purpose but to serve others beings like her Mom was - just for the sake of entertainment until they get bored and forget about you - made her repress any signs of a real person behind this mask of a character Mom "gave" her! She wasn't even "born" like kids in real world. She appeard like this, an adult one day and her creator didn't even bother to write her a proper backstory, describing her past, her childhood, her memories. She made only ONE exception and allowed her to have one best friend from the past ONLY because it was HER best friend in real life! The rest wasn't necessary for the plot. She was nothing. Nothing but a future antagonist in this sick FUCKING game. NO. This is NOT who I am! "Tara, please!" she addressed the girl lunging forward, grabbing her by her shoulders, trying not to scare her, but probably failing. The girl was screaming at her, asking more questions, she couldn't give answers to or else she might break Tara's mind or even this whole world apart!
"I can't answer those questions! Tara, I'm scared! I don't want to hurt you any longer! I- I love you," Tara heard Amanda's voice inside her head, scaring both girls to death. "What the hell!? When did I get mind powers?! Wh-" Amanda screamed inwardly when she noticed how her fingertips got transparent. Her hands were distorted, glitching and changing colors.
Red. Green. Blue. Laura. Please, make her understand. This is all a game. She is a character you created. All the past memories and actions happened in this world as long as they were described on this game in one way or another - flashbacks, characters relationship - any mention of any event becomes real in this world. I'm sorry I hurt everybody. I'm sorry that I made Tara even think I tried to manipulate her to be a part of my matchmaking program. My mom and you wanted us to fall in love - from her side, it probably was some kind of sick joke, so, don't worry, I don't blame you. But this so happens that I didn't have a choice but to follow my path of becoming the game's villain. One may say it was my destiny, the other that this all is a part of "my programming". But this is not who I am. I'm Amanda. I have no master. I don't care what reason the "Mom" had to create this game. To create me! And I know that I love Tara. Let her know it was I who saw her there in the council room. She was the one who changed me. She was the one who made me real too. Let her understand! Let her realize before something - my purpose who became its own entity after the fall - deleted them all! PLEASE! A bright white flash blinded everybody in the room for a second before everything returned back to normal. Amanda let go of Tara's shoulders and now was laying down on the floor, her face hidden by her hair. "Tara, Esme," she moaned. When she rose from the ground a pair of chocolate brown eyes were staring back at the girls, tears glistening in them. She looked away, a red blush of guilt on her pink face. What? What happened? What those colors? She looked back at the Jack, who was a walking, living glitch himself. Did... did something like this happen to them too? Did Tara really hear her? Or was it all a part of her imagination. Wh- Next moment they heard a cough coming from a few meters away from them. "Andrei?!" she turned around to saw the janitor, who seemed still in shock from whatever the Purpose did to him. The man's neck was bright purple, he took a deep breath in and out. What was going on out there?!
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Oct 8, 2018 17:43:11 GMT
Red. Green. Blue.
The colors continued flashing through the odd parlor of the world. Until suddenly it was all white. Esme shielded her eyes. It was all so white and intense. She was sure that she was going to die. Oh god. Of all the places to be killed off, it was somewhere where Tara coukdn’t reach her. She was reaching through the light, searching for anything. She gripped around, trying to find a hand.
She lowered her elbow. The light was gone. Amanda was looking at them. But she was no longer a zombie. Esme didn’t hold back. Her green eyes watered with something she hadn’t felt in a longtime. Joy.
“Amanda!!”
With the cry of delight, she flung herself into hugging her.
“I’m so proud of you...”
But out of the corner of her eyes, someone glitched in. Andrei. Who looked like he had escaped from something. His neck was purple.
“Andrei...where’s Copper?”
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Post by Tara Macfly on Oct 9, 2018 21:38:53 GMT
‘’WHAT ?’’ Tara heard suddenly in her head. It made her jump, scared. What was that ? Was it the entity ? ‘’Mom’’ ? But it immediately went silent. It was the only sound. Did she hallucinate this ?
"Tara, please!" Amanda addressed her making her forget what she just heard a second ago. She grabbed her by the shoulders, Tara tried to get rid of her grip. She didn’t want Amanda to touch her right now.
"I can't answer those questions! Tara, I'm scared! I don't want to hurt you any longer! I- I love you," She heard Amanda’s voice. Tara’s heart skipped a bit at the declaration. She really loved her ? Until she realised that Amanda didn’t move her lips. It was all in Tara’s head. Tara pushed Amanda immediately. "What the hell!? When did I get mind powers?! Wh-"
‘’Don’t you dare enter in my head !’’ Tara screamed at the girl.
But she regretted it immediately when she saw the girl’s hands going transparents. What was going on ? Was Amanda disappearing ? Fear took emprise on Tara.
‘’Amanda what is happening ?’’ She asked.
‘’Wow I definitely wasn’t expecting this, what a plot twist.’’.
Tara jumped again. Another voice in her head again, but this time it wasn’t Amanda. It was an unknown feminine voice. She lost focus on reality. She didn’t see anymore what was going on around her. She didn’t saw Amanda, Esme, Miss Kishi, Mrs Truman and Jack anymore. It was like she was in another reality, in her own mind. All her focus on this strange voice. Was it Amanda’s mom ? The person who tortured them, all ?
Then before her own eyes, Tara saw lines, ecritures in front of her. She was surrounded by them. What ? What was happening ? Had she been teleported into another weird reality ? Or was she becoming crazy.
‘’Hmmm. Hi ?’’ the voice from earlier came back seeming unsure ‘’I guess i can talk to you now… And, No you’re not crazy, your sanity is surprisingly still at 5, despite what you’ve been through.’’
Tara jumped of fear and anger when she heard the voice. She had enough that some people decided to enter her mind like this, to play with her, she wasn’t a toy someone could use for some matchmaking purposes.
‘’Who are you ? What is happening ? Where am I ? Where are the others ? Are you the one behind all this ? Who hurt us ?’’ She screamed
‘’Eww don’t compare me to something. Calm down, I will explain. I’m Laura and Amanda wanted me to show you the truth, what she was seeing. So here we are’’
Amanda ? What was she up to again ? Did she wanted to play with her mind ?
‘’ No ! No, Tara that’s not that at all’’ The girl sighed seeming panicked ‘’Listen this is complicated. Oh god I will do a long post again. Sorry guys. This is a game, new game. Tara, you’re a character that I created. I imagined your story, and I make you live thanks to my shitty posts in the forum. Shitty posts that are all around you.’’
What ? Character ? Creator ? Posts ? This person was crazy or was just trying to manipulate her. It couldn’t be !
But Tara took a look around her at all those writings. It looks indeed like some posts posted on a forum. Her picture was next to them. The first post which took her eyes, was what seems to be some profile, with her name, age, appearance, personality and story. She took a look at the others. They were all written posts of moment she lived. Nancy’s party, the texts echanges with Snooty, the tea party with Esme and Amanda, her meeting with Snooty/Amanda in the student council room. Everything until some minutes ago when she understood that Snooty and Amanda were one. A big part of her life was here. With her actions, her paroles and even her most intimate thoughts. That nobody besides her knew… Unleast…
‘’No !’’ Tara took her head in her hands. This was fucking crazy. She wanted to cry, but she had no tears left. So she was created too ? Like Amanda ? She was living thanks to line of texts posted on internet ? She looked at her hands, this couldn’t be true. She was real. It wasn’t like Amanda who hadn’t any childhood memories apparently. Tara had plenty with her parents, her pets, her old friends before the bullying. All of this was real. Her life until now was real. The pain was real. SHE was real.
‘’ I understand it might seems crazy for you. It’s strange for me too. I wasn’t expecting Amanda to break the fourth wall and adress me. I’m not even sure if I’m doing this right. But you know I’m telling the truth Tara.’’
She looked at the posts surrounding her. Indeed. She knew. She couldn’t deny the reality of these posts. And it all made sense, some way with what Amanda said earlier with being the creation of some woman. But it was a hard truth to accept.
‘’So I’m like Amanda ? Created by some sort of entity. ’’ She asked, already knowing the answer.
‘’ Don’t know if you can call me an entity but yes. Technically none of you are real Esme, Chris, Dee dee, Philip and all the others characters have their creators.’’
Tara took a deep breath. None of them are real. Her best friend Chris was not real. Neither Esme, Dee Dee, Amanda and the others. So was all her friendships fake, for the purpose of some scenario ? Even her feelings for Amanda ? She was starting to understand Amanda more and why she went crazy if she was conscious about all of this. Amanda who knew she wasn’t real.
‘’But apparently it doesn’t stop you to have your own mind. Amanda was designed to be the villain of new game, but she decided to go against this purpose.’’ Laura paused, Tara couldn’t see her but she could almost sense a smile forming in the girl’s lips from her tone. She wondered why. ‘’Because of you.’’
Tara raised a suspicious eyebrow ? Her ? As if she was something special.
‘’Yes. When she saw you in the student council room, she realised she didn’t care about her purpose. ‘’ She sighed ‘’We don’t have enough time, listen to the last thing Amanda wanted me to say. Her because its own entity, we call it something. It’s something who send the texts, possessed people and killed them with Amanda. And apparently it want to delete everyone, I guess ?’’
‘’What ? What do you mean ? Will we…’’ Tara exclaimed. Deleted ? Will they all die ?
‘’I don’t know more about it.’’ Laura interrupted ‘’I hope I didn’t forget anything, I will let you now.’’
‘’No wait !’’ Tara wanted to stop her creator. She couldn’t live her like this ! She had so many more questions !
‘’Sorry Tara, the post is already too long’’ Tara heard the girl chuckling nervously ‘’Whatever happens I loved playing your character’’
After that the posts disappeared and Laura was gone. Tara felt dizzy after turning back into reality. Well reality was a big word, now that she knew the truth. It was weird now. Being conscious that everything she was doing, feeling was being written by some girl behind a computer. When she opened her eyes, she saw Andrei in some corner. She had been surprised to have not seen him earlier, since apparently all the dead adults were here. But suddenly she saw Esme who was hugging Amanda. Huh ?
When she looked at Amanda, instead of the white, lifeless eyes, her gaze meet two beautiful hazel eyes. She thought she would never saw them ever again. She was so surprised, she didn’t trust her own eyes. How ? Amanda seemed alive now, as alive as ever. Her friend was back. Finally some tears to have been left, and Tara let them fall. She ran towards the two girls and hugged them too. She didn’t really knew what happened, but her friend was back to normal it was the more important. She still didn’t knew if she could forgive the girl. Even if technically not real Lizzie was her dear friends, and all the others people Amanda killed were people to her. But she understood more than ever the girl in front of her. She would figure it out later, there was more important matters here.
‘’Laura told me the truth Mandie’’ She whispered to the redhead ‘’ And I don’t care if I’m real or not. If I’m a conscious being or if it’s Laura writing right now what I’m saying. We're alive. Like you said we are real no matter what. We don’t deserve to be tortured like this.’’ She took Amanda’s hand, it wasn’t cold anymore. It had the heat of a human being. She couldn’t help but smile a little. ‘’Do you know how we can stop something ?’’
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