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Reflect happened upon the lake by following one of the nonsensical signs she'd seen posted on one of the large trees in the wood. She heard the babbling of a young girl, frantic and very nearly crying.

"Oh, Oh Jack what do I do? Do I play it cool? Do I sob? Oh, oh Jackin.." The ghoul fussed with her hair, ruffling it at high speed in frustration. She was still getting over she and Mort yelling at each other, and what it had done to their relationship. There was no hope of them hooking up now, and she wondered if they could ever be friends. She finally sunk to the ground, groaning. "Way to go, Genevieve. Say goodbye to ever making friends here."

MY STATS

My character’s username: ReflectedinaMug
My character’s level: 2
Character’s HP: 30
Character’s Job Class: Dormouse
Current party: n / a
Current Guild: n / a
Location: Tulgey Woods
Small IC description of character: A girl of average height sporting ethereal blue skin and silvery hair, along with a very large pair of mouse ears. She appears to be nearly made of air, as though she should be floating.
Character journal: Here!

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[ 13. Fear ]

The Mad Hatter followed the cute little voices and arrived at a dreamy lake. "We can drink that?" The head asked, eyes sparkling. "Nah, it's a bit risky." He moved closer to the lake and was convinced to reach his gloved hand onto the surface.

The nightmare before revealed what his greatest fear was - to hurt or even kill the one he loved. That's why he was a good tempered boil, snakebyte caged the blood thirsty monster inside him. Layers and layers of gates and locks. However, sometimes they will get rusted or the loops got broken.

That's when his gentleman personality changed.

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[ 10. Normalcy ]

Before Amityville, his daily life was just skipping school, Head stealing someone's food again, and pretty much fighting fighting and fighting. The short temper boil was easily irritated, especially when someone mentioned "useless" "wingless" "rubbish". He would simply punch that creepson in face, or grabbing his head with his clawed hand and lift him up, crunching with force. What a meaningful day. His daily was just searching for the perfect death for himself. Unfortunately, he found no one but millions of losers.

Entering Amityville was like his best choice made in life, he enjoyed each day so much. School was never boring and full of surpirses. What's normalcy? There's no such a thing in Amityville. He strengthened up himself through sparring with other students, he made friends with cute creeple, and most importantly, he found a healthy hobby that benefited him so much. Giving his finished desserts to his friends randomly to cheer them up, and it's also a good way to lure his favourite fellow fluffy students. It never not working and he made new friends from doing it.

Although his final wish never change, he started to miss all of this, giving him hesitation to just sacrificed his life just like that. Maple's sad face was in his mind when he thought about that. He started to treasure his life.....

"Awww your story is a sad one, but don't give up~"

They heard review like comments, aka when someone finishes a book, and they were awaken.

"Hey this one has good memories, I am droolinggggg." One excited voice said. "I want honeyyyyy now~"

They left a little chest for snakebyte to share their story, unwillingly and unconsciously.


Quest Complete Reward:
Treasure trove found! As you step inside, a chest pops open! You open it right up because that's pretty much what you do with treasure chests in games.

+1 level
+ 1 loot card you can redeem HERE

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?" Chel popped a bubblegum bubble, almost with too perfect timing for this cliche scene.

"That you're ... you know ...?"

Chel raised a single eyebrow, unsure of what the girl was getting at or why she was whispering so vehemently. "Man whatever you gotta say just spit it out. I ********' hate secret keepers."

The girl looked like a rabbit caught in a trap with the way she was fidgeting and worrying. They hadn't attracted any attention yet, considering it was a high school and people were hardly concerned with the conversation going on a few feet from them. "Is it true you're bisexual?"

Chel rolled her eyes incredulously. Here she'd thought the girl had something dire to say, but no, just another "are you a carpet-muncher" question. "Why does it matter to you? You interested?"

The girl tugged her ponytail in a sort of uppity way, but there was something different about it. Insecure almost. "Well ... kind of."

"What?"

"Okay not in you, but like ..."

Well this conversation was at least turning out more interesting than the usual fair. Chel's expression changed immediately, from one of incredulous annoyance to a softer, kinder look. "Ah. It's tough at first, yeah?" The girl nodded, looking around the room furiously, to which nobody had responded. "Well ... don't worry about it too much. If you need help let me know, but ... you don't need special treatment. You're just the same as everyone else, you know?"

She wished people wouldn't feel like being gay was this overwhelming task- Chel truly wished people didn't have to feel that way. She certainly didn't. "We're not friends, y'know? We don't automatically get paired up because of it. But if you need someone, I'll be there, okay?"

The girl nodded.

Chel's eyes watched as the cannons blared, her fallen compatriots all at her feet. She'd killed all of them- every single goddamn one of them.

There were still countless others out there. The test was arduous. She knew she wasn't going to survive much longer- there were still others out there who had no doubt joined up in teams.

Everything went black.

What was it? Poison? Someone from behind? An axe in her head?

Simulation Ended.

It wasn't the end.

It wasn't the end.

"Danny, I really don't want to go!" Gene sighed in exasperation, throwing her hands in the air at the Demon's constant pleas of 'come ooooon' and 'please please please it'll be fun.' She kept giving the Doppelganger the worst pair of puppy dog eyes ever, and the ghoul finally cracked.

"Oh, fine. I'll go to prom." She surrendered with a smile.

MY STATS

My character’s username: ReflectedinaMug
My character’s level: 2
Character’s HP: 30
Character’s Job Class: Dormouse
Current party: n / a
Current Guild: n / a
Location: Tulgey Woods
Small IC description of character: A girl of average height sporting ethereal blue skin and silvery hair, along with a very large pair of mouse ears. She appears to be nearly made of air, as though she should be floating.
Character journal: Here!

18: Rewarding
Asking questions wasn’t always easy; not if you wanted an answer. Usually it meant an uphill struggle against her family’s suffocating indifference, sometimes it meant getting in to a bit of trouble in the process, and occasionally you learned something you wished you had not, but it was always worth the effort.