Or, that's what it feels like to come out of the fog that the dance makes. This is her world. This is the world for the dance that will get them the kitchen knife. It's one step closer to being free.
But, she stumbles as she rises. The girl looks at the room with eyes wide, and the hairs on her neck rise. This is her world, but it's different from the other three. There's no fire, no immediate fight in mind, no one calling out her name. She feels lost all over again.
The door opens, and the girl whips toward the noise. She's sure that it's that old man again, here to give her advice on how to grasp what she needs. But she's wrong. The maid that enters makes her frown, since no matter how long she stares at her face, her garments, they don't stay the same. The maid raises her hands, and the girl steps back quickly, her hand immediately going towards the sword on her back.
The maid doesn't move. And after a few tense moments, the girl relaxes, taking the things in her hands as her next clue. She takes them gingerly, inspects each, then looks back to the maid for answers. The maid gives some, but the girl steps out of the castle with her hands full of meaningless things.
(In the back of her mind, she remembers a feeling just like this, but she can't quite remember where it came from.)
She glances back at the castle like it will give her the guidance that she wants, but it doesn't speak anything. None of the other girls are here, and there's no one to remind her about "one more thing" to remember. She hugs the items to her chest, her expression slipping to one of terror. She's been left alone to fend for herself too often lately.
But she remembers one more thing. She remembers that no matter what, she has to fight. After all, that's the only way to be free.
This may not be the same as the other worlds her dance has brought her to, but she realizes, that doesn't matter. Even if there's no immediate enemy to fight, there's a reason that she's here. The battles are only getting harder, so maybe it makes sense that this is a place where there's a fight with no weapons.
The girl sighs, letting the terror fade away to some recess of her mind and puts on the bracelet.
Or, that's what it feels like to come out of the fog that the dance makes. This is her world. This is the world for the dance that will get them the kitchen knife. It's one step closer to being free.
But, she stumbles as she rises. The girl looks at the room with eyes wide, and the hairs on her neck rise. This is her world, but it's different from the other three. There's no fire, no immediate fight in mind, no one calling out her name. She feels lost all over again.
The door opens, and the girl whips toward the noise. She's sure that it's that old man again, here to give her advice on how to grasp what she needs. But she's wrong. The maid that enters makes her frown, since no matter how long she stares at her face, her garments, they don't stay the same. The maid raises her hands, and the girl steps back quickly, her hand immediately going towards the sword on her back.
The maid doesn't move. And after a few tense moments, the girl relaxes, taking the things in her hands as her next clue. She takes them gingerly, inspects each, then looks back to the maid for answers. The maid gives some, but the girl steps out of the castle with her hands full of meaningless things.
(In the back of her mind, she remembers a feeling just like this, but she can't quite remember where it came from.)
She glances back at the castle like it will give her the guidance that she wants, but it doesn't speak anything. None of the other girls are here, and there's no one to remind her about "one more thing" to remember. She hugs the items to her chest, her expression slipping to one of terror. She's been left alone to fend for herself too often lately.
But she remembers one more thing. She remembers that no matter what, she has to fight. After all, that's the only way to be free.
This may not be the same as the other worlds her dance has brought her to, but she realizes, that doesn't matter. Even if there's no immediate enemy to fight, there's a reason that she's here. The battles are only getting harder, so maybe it makes sense that this is a place where there's a fight with no weapons.
The girl sighs, letting the terror fade away to some recess of her mind and puts on the bracelet.
Babydoll is ready to fight.
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