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[7. Rage]

'What's with this game and make you foreign substances?'
[second] forced herself closer to the dessert and took a tentative sniff...
well, it didn't smell like it was poisoned...
She reassured herself again, 'it's only a game, it's only a game,' and bit as small of a bit as she possibly could. Not wanting to swallow [second] keep the the chunk of macaroon in her mouth as long as possible, but before long, it's sticky sweet taste became too much for her to bare and she forced it down her throat.

Immediately, her vision began to blur. She gagged, and tried desperately to cough the poisoned pastry back up-but it was no use. A red haze overtook the world and [second] could do nothing but submit to the effects of the macaroon.

For the next few moments, [second] felt like she was watching a dream-something where you knew exactly how everything will play out but is unable to change even the smallest of details.

She watched as she scream, yelled, and cried out her frustrations. She watched as she destroyed her home, broke furniture and bloodied her knuckles. She watched as she punched the only person who could have made it better and told him to leave. She watched as she burned herself out with anger, with pain. She watched as the cycle continued, time after time, until there was nothing left in her but rage.

And she couldn't change a thing because she knew that it wasn't a dream.

9. Betrayal

So this is what it feels like to be stabbed in the back. To be betrayed.

She had been so stupid... She didn't know who she could trust anymore. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Yeah right. More like keep everyone, regardless of friend or foe at an arms length. She had been stupid. She realized this now. To trust in someone completely. She had seen the warning signs. People had told her to be careful.

But no.

She ignored it all. And now she was learning the hard way for it. And it hurt. She was so stupid.

What drove people to do this. To string people on, people who genuinely cared for them, along only to turn around and cut the thread that sent them spiraling back to a painful reality. She would have to be more careful in the future... She'd have to cover this up. Not let people see just how much she had been effected by this. It would be hard. She'd have her moments when she broke down. But... She'd find someway to mask the pain.

Because, oh there would be pain. She wouldn't be able to forget about this. How could she. It hurt to much.

6. Creation

(Rolling)

(Going with my first roll with the wrong dice just treat the 14 as a 12)

As Pumcat continued to follow the length of the amazingly long table she soon comes upon a giant plate of Macarons! Or at least they looked giant to her due to her being a March Hare still even though she was still pretty full from all the desserts she sampled earlier the battle with the Dragonflies had also cleared some room and hey how often does one come across giant macarons?

With that in mind she hops over to the plate then onto it so she could study them to make her choice they were all different colors and it was hard to tell what flavor they might be so finally she settled on a orange one hoping it was orange or maybe even pumpkin and that it was sweet

12. [Adoration]

She found her guess was correct as she bites into the orange macaron the texture of the macaron was soft and airy and while at first it had no flavor one quickly appeared it was Pumpkin! And it was sweet and delicious like pumpkin pie! Suddenly the world goes dark around her just like it did at the lake as she relives a memory

She was very little only about five or six Toma was still a tiny kitty and following her everywhere which she loved and her brother was working on something growing a secret plant that only her parents knew about the little orange haired Bonbene Witch had tried several times to sneak into where it was being hidden to see but her sneaking skills weren't so good yet and her brother thwarted her every time till finally it was time Pumcat had always adored her brother they were the best of friends from childhood and he always had a amazing skill with plants that she always admired but this was a time when she not only admired him but adored him very much for what he did for her

Upon the plants day of reveal she was very excited and practically bouncing off the walls eager to see what it was finally she was led to a spot which had been fenced off she and her parents go through the gate only to find a giant pumpkin shaped object in the center covered by a large tarp suddenly her brother walks out from behind the pumpkin and smiles "Ready for your surprise?" he asks her calmly to which she excited says yes he then nods and pulls off the tarp with a bit of flare

There just as the shape suggests was a giant pumpkin one easily almost as tall as the three story house she could do nothing but stare in awe for a long moment as her brother and parents smile "Ah dear sister that's not all!" he says happily before nodding to his parents Pumcat watched in pure awe as her parents and brother used a spell to not only hollow out the pumpkin but preserve it making it like wood and transforming it into a mini castle it was that day that her adoration for her brother was never stronger then it was once the castle was complete

A smile appears on Pumcat's face as the memory ends and the world returns around her it was a very pleasant memory and left her feeling light and happy inside "wow..." the little march hare joyfully says before turning to leave however two things happened simultaneously she hears a pop and finds herself suddenly surrounded by smoke wensing in surprise she waves her hand to clear the smoke only to realize it was her hand again and not a rabbits paw "That was fun maybe I should go back to the Honey Tart sometime heh" she says playfully as she sways her tail in a pleased manner

The next thing she noticed was a chest right infront of her which upon her noticing it opens on it's own to reveal two cards "Wow! That was a quest! This game finds all sorts of creative ways to hide quests heh" she says with a laugh before collecting her cards and heading off to wander the great tea table some more

(Last time unless this is a fail roll ill just consider my first one 12 and go with that)

He stumbles upon a plate of macaroons. They’re large—just like the other desserts, but also bitten into. R0GU3 leans forward to take a bite for himself. What harm could it do? It tastes sweet at first, but a startling sweet. He can taste the sugar in a ripe plum, but also the slight tanginess. For a while he savors the taste, but the more he chews, the less sugary it tastes. In almost no time at all the macaroon in his mouth becomes bitter, impossibly bitter.

He knew the feeling of betrayal once upon a time in a dream. His entire world is painted white as he surrounds himself with scraps of machines. He stands poised like a king—back erect, chin up, at ease, but ready to strike with cold calculation at a moment’s notice. Fingers tap silently against the holographic screen when a new set of footsteps enter the room.

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes, I did.”

The dialogue plays out like a film. He has the script memorized, down to the way he coughs and to the flashes of anger and acceptance on his face. The feeling of being betrayed is almost familiar.

The feeling of betraying is not.

He can hear a projector clicking, and like a movie the scene switches magically.

Everything is a blur, fading in and out of darkness with Elliot weakly staring at him. His glasses are cracked down the middle of one side. He’s tempted to reach toward his friend’s face to wipe away the blood trickling down his chin, but he cannot loosen his hold on his weapon. Gloved hands are glued to the handles by the sticky red dripping onto his fingers.

“So this is what you chose in the end…” The man’s voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, and the younger hunter has to learn forward to hear. “Them over us.”

You talk as if she’s still alive. His body starts going numb, but somehow he steps back. His stomach does turns when he hears the blade slide against organs and blood. His face pales when everything is red, red, red—on his weapon and on Elliot and on his hands and oh God Elliot is dying—

He spits the macaroon out before the bitterness brings tears to his eyes.