I have never been so ******** disappointed


She fumbled with the key as she attempted to unlock the door to her apartment, her eyes stinging with the tears that had been threatening to fall ever since she'd stood on the rooftop next to the General-King. After five attempts, the key managed to find its way into the slot and she pulled on the knob, forcing the door to swing open. Ursula didn't bother turning on the lights as she stepped forward into the dark apartment, her left hand moving to swing the door back as her right dropped her purse against the ground.

so ******** irritated


The words echoed in her mind as she headed straight for the bathroom, her stomach lurching as she felt the bile rise in her throat. Dashing forward, she pushed her way passed the door and collapsed on the floor, quickly clutching the seat of the toilet and raising it up, just in time for the contents of what was left in her stomach to make its way up her throat and into the commode.

so ******** surprised


She lay there, hugging the toilet, for what felt like hours. Her head was throbbing, her throat was on fire, and her stomach ached from having heaved one too many times. Never had she felt so miserable before, so unattractive, so worthless. She rested her damp forehead against her arm, the coolness of her skin providing no comfort for her. What had she done?

I can't believe it of you.


Rising from the floor, she made her way towards the vanity and sat herself down on the stool. The only light in the room came from the window, the pale moonlight softly lighting up the mirror and sink that sat before her. She looked in the mirror and saw someone she didn't recognize. There was a woman with Ursula's eyes, but the mascara had smeared its way down, crusty and hard as it had dried under her eyes, save for the areas where fresh tears had fallen. Her hair was in shambles, tangled, messy, and her shirt was stained and wrinkled. This was not her. This was not the same person who had looked in the mirror hours earlier, preparing herself for a day at the office.

you can't keep your priorities straight.

All she could do was stare at the mirror, the same mirror that she'd sat before many times as she spent her time dwelling. As she prettied herself. As she'd prepared for work or a night out on the town. But now all she could do was stare, his words repeating themselves in her head.

Lieutenant Linarite would never have been so god damned foolish.


She'd failed him. He had stood there the entire time and watched her fail, watched her fail in the task he had assigned her. His words had cut her, and the gashes were deep. Serving Charonite had been her duty, her purpose in the Negaverse, and he'd relieved her of that duty due to her own blunders. How could she have been so foolish? She had dishonored herself with her own actions, and it had caused Charonite to lose trust in her.

Things had to change. If she was going to gain power, hell, if she was going to amount to anything in the Negaverse, there were things that needed to be done differently. Things had to change and she knew it.

I begin to ******** wonder if you do.


Temper rising, she glared at the pitiful woman in front of her, the disgusting failure that had disappointed more than one person tonight. Her fist shot forward and smashed into the mirror directly where her reflection had been staring back. Her hand immediately began to sting, and Ursula could feel the blood began to swell as her fist pulled back, releasing the shattered glass caused by the blunt attack.

She may have failed in the past, but things were going to change. She was a Negaverse Lieutenant, loyal to the General-King Charonite and successful in her duties.



And she was going to ******** prove it.