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Hel was not running away. That’s not what Hel did. So why was she dodging Mot every chance she got after jumping out her window? So that he wouldn’t worry. Of course, Hel never seemed to realize that acting like that and trying to brush it off just made Mot (or anyone really) more worried. Maybe she’d learn one day. Maybe.

That was a really big maybe.

Getting stalked all around Amity today though left her with little choice, and Hel found herself in the main building, down a hall with nothing but a few doors. Most locked, except for one, which happened to be nothing more than a cleaning supply ********>.”

“s**t.”

Being at the end of the hall, the corner Hel was located in was cast in shadows (the hallway light bulb overhead was broken). Slowly she rose to full height from her hunched position, still cast in shadows, but an orange rim light outlined her form, from a nearby window.

She solemnly stared at the cowboil at the opposite end of the hall, and straight her posture. One hand held her knapsack more securely, and she flexed her fingers on her other hand.

“Was not hiding, cowboil.”

“That is not the only thing I make hard.” How Mot wanted to take that was up to him…How Hel was trying to get him to interpret that…well, that was another thing.

But any amusement from that was short lived, because Hel could see the shift in power at the moment, and that didn’t make her happy. “Who said I was in trouble?” She continued to deny. “Nothing wrong with being curious, Motty.” She replied, lifting her chin up haughtily.

“It is also a fact.” She replied, and then snorted.

“Nah, I do think you are stupidly pretty though…” The ghoul’s brows furrowed as Mot more or less forced her hand. Hel huffed. “I got nothing to hide!” She replied heatedly, and was maybe a bit bitter to see a fellow reaper’s weapon appear so easily in their hands and in one piece.

Hel, with as much pride as she could muster, which really was still a lot, held up her knapsack, which made a few jingling sounds as the pieces were rustled. “It is right here.”

Hel just snorted and shook her head. She then released a loud sigh. “No, it is not my kitchen cutlery.” She moved out of the shadows and came down the hall towards Mot, and she stopped before the boil. She cradled the satchel in both of her hands, and stared up at him expectantly.

“Open it.”

“Ah...hunted down Trick or Treat Rage in the Bird Park so I could talk to him some more about Trick or Treating…but I needed to earn the privledge to talk to him, so he challenged me to hit him. So I summoned my spear and swung at him, and he grabbed it and crushed it. It splintered and shattered. He then punched me so hard into a tree I broke some ribs and dissipated…” Hel trailed off for the moment, and the bodily damage she had received was pretty much second thought. She didn’t linger on it, nor did she care.

It was her weapon she cared about.

Her gaze fell on it as well. “This has never happened before. I have never heard of this happening. No matter how many times I try, it will not dissipate, and it will not reform. I tried gluing it back together, and it just made it worse.”

“Ya.” Hel nodded her head, and looked thoughtful at Mot’s words. Actually, what he said did make sense…since the weapon is an extension of them…if she had changed then maybe it was reflected in her weapon…? But why in pieces…and would it ever turn into anything else? Would it ever reclaim its shape? Hel looked like she swallowed a bug at the mention of Nurse Cricket. “No…not to her of all…” Hel had an aversion to going to the Nurse’s office for some reason. “…As for the reaper professor…” Hel shrugged.

“What could any of them do for me…if I could not do it myself?” She mused, and then snorted softly. “Yanno…maybe I should be devasted…but I do not feel like that. It is the oddest thing, Mot. I am worried though, ya…worried I will suddenly find a crack running long my skin, and then I will shatter too…” She laughed.

“So if I disappear and scatter to the wind one day, you know why!”

Hel couldn’t help but snort and giggle as Mot got stern on her. It wasn’t that she thought it was funny, or that she was undermining the confidence he had…it was just….well…it was refreshing to see Mot putting his foot down. If that made sense. “Ya, but Mot, have you even seen a poster somewhere urging reapers to seek help if their weapon breaks? Or in the handbook, maybe? The answer is no, because it just does not happen…so that is why I am not confident in any of the professors no more than myself on this matter.”

And she wasn’t trying to let herself panic about Hyde and his ‘you’re doomed’ message. b*****d. She was going to make sure to extra pester him…

“What more is there to address?” He asked in earnest. “It is broken. I tried fixing it. It is not to be fixed. Maybe I will be next. No one knows~”