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⁺˚･༓☾ Chapter 2 *Parents*☽༓･˚⁺‧͙
fake r: psych! I’m still alive. Thay say with blood Still on their chest
natsuki: what the hell? How are you alive. No what Even are you.....
R: R's eyes narrowed in confusion and anger as she took in the scene before her. She saw the blood, the shock on Fake R's face, and the smoking gun in Natsuki's hand. The chaos of the tavern seemed to fade away as she focused on the imposter before her. She could feel her own heart racing in her chest, the fear for her sister's safety warring with the rage boiling in her veins. "What kind of trick is this?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the stunned silence like a knife. She stepped closer to Natsuki, placing a protective hand on her shoulder. "Who sent you?" she spat at Fake R, her grip tightening. The tavern patrons were beginning to murmur among themselves, their curiosity piqued by the sudden disturbance. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, mingling with the stench of fear.
fake R: I am your
Sea: your mom
Natsuki: Natsuki's grip on the gun tightens, her eyes never leaving Fake R's face. "If you don't start making sense, I swear I'll shoot again," she says, her voice shaking. She can feel the tremors of the first shot echoing through her entire body, a mix of adrenaline and horror. She glances at the real R, who seems equally shocked by the turn of events. The tavern's murmurs have turned into a cacophony of whispers, the patrons leaning in to get a better view of the drama unfolding before them. The warm light from the candles flickers, casting eerie shadows across the wooden floor. Natsuki's thoughts are racing. Could it be possible that she had missed her shot? Or was there something more to this girl than she had initially thought? She tries to recall every detail of the future she knew, the one with the terrifying President, the one she had hoped to escape from. Yet here she was, in the past, with a mysterious doppelgänger claiming to be her sister, and she had no idea how she had gotten here. "What is your game?" she asks, her voice rising above the din.
fake R: Fake R's hand clutches at her chest, the crimson stain growing larger and more dramatic by the second. She coughs again, this time with a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm sorry, Natsuki," she says, her voice strained but not weak. "I had to do it for the family." Despite the chaos around her, she seems almost amused by the situation. "You see, your sister R and I are part of something much larger than this little tavern. A secret society, if you will. And we need your help." Her eyes flash with an unnerving intensity, and she slowly pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. "This," she says, pushing it towards Natsuki, "contains information that could change the course of history. And you, my dear, are the key to it all." The tavern's patrons lean in closer, their whispers growing more frantic.
R: she is not your sister I am!
fake r: chuckles through the pain Oh, but I am, dear Natsuki. You see, in this twisted tapestry of time, there are many threads, many versions of us. I am but one of them. And I've come to you with a proposition.
Natsuki: and what is that?
fake r: The girl with the crimson stain on her chest managed to laugh despite the pain, a strange glint in her eyes. "The world we come from, it's not all that different from this one. But it's... broken. And we, we're here to fix it. To prevent the chaos that's about to unfold. We need you, Natsuki, with your knowledge, your strength, your... unpredictability." She paused, wincing as she tried to sit up straighter, the effort making her cough up more blood. "We need you to trust us. To join us in this quest to set things right. Will you?"
fake r: psych! I’m still alive. Thay say with blood Still on their chest
natsuki: what the hell? How are you alive. No what Even are you.....
R: R's eyes narrowed in confusion and anger as she took in the scene before her. She saw the blood, the shock on Fake R's face, and the smoking gun in Natsuki's hand. The chaos of the tavern seemed to fade away as she focused on the imposter before her. She could feel her own heart racing in her chest, the fear for her sister's safety warring with the rage boiling in her veins. "What kind of trick is this?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the stunned silence like a knife. She stepped closer to Natsuki, placing a protective hand on her shoulder. "Who sent you?" she spat at Fake R, her grip tightening. The tavern patrons were beginning to murmur among themselves, their curiosity piqued by the sudden disturbance. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, mingling with the stench of fear.
fake R: I am your
Sea: your mom
Natsuki: Natsuki's grip on the gun tightens, her eyes never leaving Fake R's face. "If you don't start making sense, I swear I'll shoot again," she says, her voice shaking. She can feel the tremors of the first shot echoing through her entire body, a mix of adrenaline and horror. She glances at the real R, who seems equally shocked by the turn of events. The tavern's murmurs have turned into a cacophony of whispers, the patrons leaning in to get a better view of the drama unfolding before them. The warm light from the candles flickers, casting eerie shadows across the wooden floor. Natsuki's thoughts are racing. Could it be possible that she had missed her shot? Or was there something more to this girl than she had initially thought? She tries to recall every detail of the future she knew, the one with the terrifying President, the one she had hoped to escape from. Yet here she was, in the past, with a mysterious doppelgänger claiming to be her sister, and she had no idea how she had gotten here. "What is your game?" she asks, her voice rising above the din.
fake R: Fake R's hand clutches at her chest, the crimson stain growing larger and more dramatic by the second. She coughs again, this time with a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm sorry, Natsuki," she says, her voice strained but not weak. "I had to do it for the family." Despite the chaos around her, she seems almost amused by the situation. "You see, your sister R and I are part of something much larger than this little tavern. A secret society, if you will. And we need your help." Her eyes flash with an unnerving intensity, and she slowly pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. "This," she says, pushing it towards Natsuki, "contains information that could change the course of history. And you, my dear, are the key to it all." The tavern's patrons lean in closer, their whispers growing more frantic.
R: she is not your sister I am!
fake r: chuckles through the pain Oh, but I am, dear Natsuki. You see, in this twisted tapestry of time, there are many threads, many versions of us. I am but one of them. And I've come to you with a proposition.
Natsuki: and what is that?
fake r: The girl with the crimson stain on her chest managed to laugh despite the pain, a strange glint in her eyes. "The world we come from, it's not all that different from this one. But it's... broken. And we, we're here to fix it. To prevent the chaos that's about to unfold. We need you, Natsuki, with your knowledge, your strength, your... unpredictability." She paused, wincing as she tried to sit up straighter, the effort making her cough up more blood. "We need you to trust us. To join us in this quest to set things right. Will you?"
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