11th bushel | well, breaking is fine too

[worst_apple]

[From the back yard at 1645 Albright Lane, there is a blood-curdling cry of rage and terror. Elly has received her Christmas gift from Santa: a garden full of beautiful sunflowers, including one that looks oddly familiar and quite like a youkai. She's also been gifted her beloved scythe

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[brbgoing2russia]

[ Elly's not!daughter peeks out the front door, trying to see if the coast is clear. It's obviously not- but instead of darting back inside, she stands there in the doorframe.]

Uh- You alright? [The dumbest question. Obviously she's not- but Charlie had to ask.]

[worst_apple]

[Elly's voice is like that of a little girl; and truthfully, though she's hundreds of years old, she's practically a child.] ...Did you see them? Did you see my garden?

[brbgoing2russia]

Yeah. I saw. [Well. She saw before and after. A bunch of sunflowers weren't exactly Charlie's main focus today.]

[worst_apple]

My sisters were so pretty, right? Don't you think?

[S-sob, Elly is unaware of all other traumas. Sadly, she is a self-centered thing.]

[bridgetroll]

[hey elly where the par-

oh. shit. crying out like that is never a good sign, is it....]

What the hell?!

[worst_apple]

GO AWAY! GO AWAY! YOU'RE NOT YUUKA-SAMA!

[She seems to be screaming at a very flesh-and-blood-looking flower as she stomps on it again and again, finally burying the sharp tip of her scythe in the center of the unrecognizable mass while her shoulders heave.]