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    KEEP ON HAUNTING ME — frisk — TRoT — they/them — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]despite them killing you, you havent thought much of victoria until they came here. they werent right in the head when the act was committed and you had known this. you even tried to help them snap out of it, attempted to convince them that no matter what, they were still a good person. it didnt work, if you're death wasnt obvious enough, but you had tried. now you're caught in a rather awkward predicament, what with them being here. of course their deathly silence worries you now and again, especially when they had once been such a talkative youth, if not a tad snarky, but it would be a lie if you said that some fear for them hasnt manifested, hasnt been dwelling in the core of your being. now this fear isnt as magnified as per say, darkstalker or miles, but it rests there all the same.


    you're situated by the house of mirrors again. ever since you stumbled across it, its grown into an ever-present comfort, despite chara tainting your discovery with cruel words. you rest against the glass of one, absently staring into a disfigured face that is meant to represent your own. while it was a scare at first, now you can see the humor in it.


    @VICTORIA CHASE.

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    THE SKY'S OVERCAST — victoria — traveler — genderfluid — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Tired. Exhausted. Victoria chase had used to be a bitchy lively teen who boasted about themselves. Now, all that remained was a shell. The contrast was perhaps unsettling, but few people remembered them. How they went to an insecure bitch to a psychopath, and now a selective mute. Quite droll, but that was life. Good things went to bad and vice versa. However, it always seemed as though they were on the losing end of the spectrum. As if they were doomed misfortune. Perhaps they would take up the name misfortune.. It was only fitting for someone like them.


    They came across the house of mirrors, they loved mirrors. Well, in the past. Now they had no need for it. Still, they went inside for the simple fact of reminiscing. However, they didn't expect Frisk to be there. Normally they would run, but even that has become a bore to them. Victoria pretended they did not see the other as they looked at the mirror, into their reflection. Who would have thought it was a perfect reflection of themselves. Unrecognizable, twisted.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]you hear the patter of feet and this encourages you to turn around, but you hadnt been expecting victoria. chara, certainly, because you're partners and before they split from shadowclan, you two were stuck together like glue. and bill, maybe, but only because they seem to roam the area as much as you do and you run into them a lot. but icky vicky? no, you didnt think you'd be watching their lanky figure limp in. aside from the shock that jolts up your bones once you see them, a quiet resignation also settles into your soul and you continue to look on in mute acceptance as they walk up to a mirror themself. they didn't even give you a passing glance, but you don't take that to heart. after a small pause, you dare to edge closer to the wolfish individual, also taking a peek at their monstrous reflection, "ah, see anything you like?" you hum out, your eyes flicking away from the mirror to focus on her. [fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS

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    THE SKY'S OVERCAST — victoria — traveler — genderfluid — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Small talk what a bore. They saw no need of it. After all, neither had reason to be talking to one another. Sure, Frisk was only but a child, you could tell that much with that one eye of yours remaining. However, surely a child knew when to keep their mouth shut. "..No." It had taken awhile for them to answer, most likely from thinking too much into the question. If they were to unload their feelings onto Frisk, the child would pity them. Frisk did not have to suffer their torment, theirs and theirs alone. It was only then did the feline turn to face the other without muttering anything else. They were staring at the child, their eyes with their one eye remaining. A minute seemed to pass in awkward silence, until Victoria faced away from the child once more. Surely Frisk would be left concerned about the moment, as they knew they were thinking of something.