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Hey pookies.

Enjoy the lore

(And the angst)

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"Williams has had one of her psychotic relapses again."

Someone in a white labcoat, holding a clipboard chatted to one of their co-workers who was dressed in something similar.

The co-worker snickered. "Why am I not surprised? She's always been so dramatic."

That was what an eleven-year old Valerie overheard from inside of the room she was in, watching two of the nurses chat outside of her window. She couldn't help but feel her jaw clench at the hurtful words, hands becoming fists despite their handcuffs.

She'd only hurt a few people, what was so wrong with that? Sure, they were innocent bystanders, but they were in her way! And she's been taught to pave her path, whatever the cost.

The brunette had these little psychotic episodes more than she'd like to admit, but it was just when the world around her got a little too much for her. After all, she was still a kid. But she didn't feel like one.

She noticed her girlfriend at the time-- Brooke-- a young, south african girl who attended the academy, stand in front of her cell door, utterly horrified.

The fact that blood and mascara was spread across Valerie's face really didn't help her case. She had a bitter taste in her mouth as she noticed the look on her face, seeming to shift around, ashamed.

Brooke had never seen any of her 'episodes' before.

"Brookie, please..." the young girl begged, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "please- please don't leave..."

But as soon as the words left her mouth, her girlfriend turned.

"goodbye, Valerie." She said coldly, walking out of the room, leaving Valerie to mellow in her own thoughts.

was she nothing but a psycho?

Is that all she was destined to be?

Her face shifted from fear to anger.

She was going to show them psycho.

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And that's what Valerie had been mellowing in for frog knows how long.

Haunted by the memories of her past, feeling doubt about things she could have done better, hearing the voices in her head that she hadn't heard since she burned the academy to the ground.

She'd killed innocent people so many times.

Why?

She found joy in it at the time, but looking back on it-- it just made her feel sick.

She'd wanted to be better.

That was the sad thing.

But every time she got just that little bit better, her principal would call her into his office.

"just a drink, darling!"

"come on, a pill won't kill you. Don't you wanna feel good again?"

"You're losing yourself, let me help you with that~"

She shivered just at the sound of his voice echoing around in her head. To say she'd been reliving her trauma would probably be the right description.

But the alternative would be Marcy in her place.

She would rather die than even think about that.

As she took a step in the endless hall of her memories. It was interesting, her memories were formatted in a favoritism kind of way, there were two sides when she'd first been here-- one was a golden hall that had all of her favorite memories framed.

The other side was a dark forest that was-- well, all trauma, basically.

She'd barely gotten to look at her two options before something sent her away and spawned her in the forest. She'd been scrambling, trying to find a way back for ages and ages. Well, she didn't actually know that, she'd lost track of time.

She had more pressing things to be worried out, like, y'know, feeling her sanity slowly slipping away from her.

Suddenly, a figure spawned in the distance. the brunette could barely make it out, but it looked a lot like King Andrias... only older, wrinklier, and with the Core's ten eyes in the middle of his face.

She watched as the figure took a step closer to her. And a step closer. And another step at that.

"Is this it?" was all she asked, gesturing to the endless abyss of darkness that surrounded her, feeling tears well up in her eyes, even if that wasn't possible due to her being trapped in her own mindscape. "Is this all I'm good for? wallowing in my own trauma? feeling nothing but regret? but sorrow? thinking of what I could've done better?"

The figure stayed silent for a minute, and Valerie watched as it crept closer, now being able to see what it looked like up close. Yep, she was definitely right about how he looked. Old, wrinkly, and creepy. 

"It doesn't have to be this way." He said, reaching out his free hand and using the other to gesture to himself. "I'm Aldrich. I can take you to a better place, if you allow me."

The teenager's eyes looked between his crazy amount of eyes and his outstretched hand, pulling herself back from him in an almost recoiling manner, seeming a mixture of terrified and angry.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." she said, firm with her words and tone.

Aldrich took a minute to hold out his hand, seeing if she would take it. When she still didn't, he couldn't help but sigh. "well, if not by choice, then by force, I suppose."

Valerie's eyes widened at his response. She soon felt slimy, giant fingers grip onto her arm and pull her forth, a pulling sensation hitting her body as she fell back through the portal.

-

She'd admit, where she found herself was absolutely stunning.

There was a beautiful, gradient sunset on the horizon over-lighting a field of lavender flowers. (which were her favorite flowers for several reasons, the main one being that the first time her and Marcy hung out, they stumbled across one).

And that lavender field had looked just like this one. Stretching endlessly across every plane that they could. She swore she could almost smell the familiar scent flowing across the air, feeling the wind blowing her hair to one side, hitting the back of her neck.

That was one of her fondest memories.

But it wasn't real.

It wasn't happening now.

She was twelve back when this had happened. It was November 1st, the day after Halloween, she'd only been going to SJMS for a couple of months, and she'd known Marcy for a month of that. She'd somehow managed to become Volleyball captain after only a month of playing, because for some reason, she was that good.

She remembered the way Marcy would ramble on, telling her things she didn't know, trying to pry to know more about her-- she was still quiet and reserved back then, due to recovering from the academy she'd attended, but the way she was trying to actually know her was enough to make her smile.

Suddenly, Marcy bounced up to her. Well, it looked like Marcy, but it obviously wasn't.

'Marcy' smiled at her, giving her a hug. And it felt so wrong. The hug didn't feel like a hug, it more so felt like a replica of one that didn't work properly.

"Bunny!" she heard Marcy's voice chirp. It sounded like her. It smelled like her. It looked like her. But it wasn't her.

"...hi..." Valerie replied softly, still a little confused as 'Marcy' pulled back from the hug, arms still wrapped around her waist and smile still big as ever. The brunette then moved her hand to cup it's cheek, looking into it's eyes.

Those usual, beautiful brown eyes that always held some kind of comfort for her-- were black. Colorless. Blank. And that scared her to her core. There was nothing there.

'Marcy' then moved, 'kissing' her cheek. But it didn't feel like it usually did. Again, it felt like a replica of it. There was no care, no gentleness, no love, it was just... there.

And one of the most memorable things Marcy had taught her was the different between a hand that loves you, and a hand that didn't.

So this was not Marcy.

This was not her girlfriend.

"are you coming?" It asked suddenly, grabbing her hand and trying to pull her away from the scene. Valerie's feet, however, stayed planted on the ground and refused to move.

She couldn't help but chuckle.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" the teen asked, looking up to Aldrich with her eyebrows furrowed. "You're not able to fool me, you know. If you're going to try get to me to join this sick little society of yours, it's not going to work."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, child."

"I'm. not. joining. I'm not going anywhere with you!"

Aldrich sighed. He feared this wouldn't work, but unfortunately, it was the most likely to out of all the options the many minds of the core had managed to conjure up. So if that didn't work, he would have to take a more violent approach.

"Fine." He spoke, putting out his hands as the gorgeous scene around them faded pixel by pixel. "Then suffer, child, in eternal darkness."

Aldrich left. And Valerie was left in darkness. Just a colorless void. And she immediately collapsed in on herself, knees buckling together as she held her head in her hands.

Then, maniacal laughter started to erupt from the brunette. Her hands ran back through her wolfcut, her face seeming to flicker between her now and her when she finally broke.

When she was at her breaking point.

Mascara, colored makeup and blood mingled on her skin, staining through her white collared shirt that she had on. Her laughter only got louder, voices of chaos starting to creep back into her head.

The scariest part?

Firelight illuminated her face.

If someone didn't come for her soon, she was going to go crazy.

But for now, she was alone.



YES, A SECOND CHAPTER. I WAS PLANNING TO GET THIS OUT TOMORROW BUT I AM SPEED AND MANAGED TO FINISH IT TONIGHT.

Okay srs tho, that's all for today, I don't wanna wreck you guys anymore than I already have.

we have all in, the hardest thing- and then-

you get to see timeskip Val!

but anyway-

hope you enjoyed, once again, love you lots /p

see you soon...


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