...That's why I say that she was neither a brave warrior, nor the protagonist of the story.
In the end, she was simply an ordinary girl.

he has issues we're aware of this

@agoldenson.bsky.social babygirl im dying. they're gonna put me down mosh pit style

[* "Blood" drips from her mouth as she struggles to get back up, grumbling as she wipes the black substance on her jacket. ]

... Told you you're never getting rid of me.

[ * Dead. That's what they assumed after she went missing? ]

[ * . . . She doesn't blame them. She can't even tell herself how long it's been since she... ]

Azzy, I-

[ *As if on cue, December doubles over - Wheezing and coughing out a thick, black smoke ]

(. . . Ohhh, he's a geek. )

[ wheezing out black smoke ] i. ate a carton of cigarettes don't worry about it

nothing has ever been wrong with me . ever

Hey, new hit X-mas single! Dess got ran over by a Junker. Millions sold worldwide.

.... pfffhfhhFAHAHAHA!

// thus is genius I hope you know this

[ *... How long has it been since she cried? It feels like she's about to. ]

. . . Azzy?

[ * ... That voice. ]

[ * She hasn't heard her name in so long. Her real name - and it feels like it's been even *longer* since she's heard it in that all-too-familiar voice. ]

[ * Ears perk up, arms lowering from her face to get a proper look at him. It's been too long. ]

+

save yourself a trip to the mechanic, fehehehe.

could have just hit me with your car

[ * Headlights. ]

[ * She turns just as the car screeches to a halt in front of her, arms lifted to block her eyes from the light. ]

Gah- Hey, watch where you're GOING, dude!

[ * It's been a while since she's wandered these streets properly. It's almost muscle memory, how she limps down the road with her bat in hand. ]

[ * Her other hand rubs at her eyes, desperately attempting to get used to the slowly growing light of the morning. Light, Light, Light... ]

[* . . . . ]

man, my head's killing me....

[ * . . . A figure drags itself from the opening in the door, shadows melting off of them like tar. Shadows trying to drag them back in, shadows that *she* rips past.

*. . . There's a step. Then another.

* . . . She slams the doors shut behind her. ]

[* A dark sword cleaves through the darkness and stabs into the ground. ]

[ * . . . the shadows fade from it. A chipped bat clatters to the ground in its place. ]

[ *. . Click. Creeaaaaaak. ]

[* . . . The SHELTER's door slowly opens. Just Enough. ]

// possible chapter 3+4 spoilers ahead.

art credit, 6/8

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banner: huecycles, tumblr
pinned: chariix-creates, tumblr.

layout made by my friend Jazzy.

WHEN YOUR HOPE IS SLOWLY DYING,

AND YOUR FUTURE'S
LOST ITS RIGHTS!

RAISE UP YOUR BAT AND FACE THE FRIGHT!