[Dream Girl] logged on to group chat [The Rejects] at 12:35p.m.

DG: I know where all the missing socks go

Read by [Knife Kid], [Mr. Cynical], [Captain F.]

KK: lol wut

CF: that’s great, Lou

DG: don’t patronize me

DG: don’t act like you have never wondered where your socks go

KK: I just

KK: like

KK: lose them?

MC: yeah I don’t really wonder where tf they “go”

Read by [Dream Girl]

DG:...

She was gold.

All of his life Prem had been surrounded by the cold tones of silver. His family crest, a cool grey star to match the namesake of his father, the Silverstar. Their house had been decorated with delicate white curtains intertwined with sparkling silver threads. All of the rings on his hand, gifts from each of his birthdays since he was five, were silver. Even the plates they ate on ...

Caranic had become used to this position: sort of splayed out on some cold hard ground, covered in dirt and grime and blood, his body fractured with injuries.

It didn’t matter where he was, he would get out of this situation. If only he could get up.

“Get up, Caranic,” the voice inside of his head echoes again. It’s a familiar voice though it’s not his own.

The voice belonging to the one who ...

“Hiro.”

Vera’s look was serious, bordering cold to match the severity of this reunion. Their sibling stared back, their glare unshaken at the sight of the sister. This was Vera—this was Vapor.

Vera’s lips twitched up at the sight of stubborn older sibling, as virtuous as the day they were born, holding onto their anger even at the sight of their sister alive and well. This was her fault. It wou...

“Who’s Luca?” Eureka asked. He couldn’t help it, he had to know, but he regrets the question instantly.

Angelo’s brow furrows instantly, his mouth shifting down in the frown. His jaw sets hard, his nostrils flare as he inhales. Silver eyelashes flutter as his gaze traces down.

Eureka swallows nothing, attempting to moisten his suddenly dry throat. He’s made a mistake.

They were just having b...

“Do you believe in destiny?” He asks.

His head drooping, dark curls falling into his eyes. The room was too dark to see, anyway—dark and damp. It smelled like rot and mildew and somewhere he couldn’t see, there was a steady dripping sound pattering an ominous rhythm against the stone floor.

His question—of course directed at the girl chained up and sitting with her back pressed against his—brea...

“You’re leaving?”

Prem’s voice seems to heighten in pitch at the words, like a song. It’s an eerie song if ever there was one, not like one she would sing.

He’s sitting down, looking up at her. She’s standing up, her dark eyes cast down to meet his.

When did she become such a beauty? He thinks this from time to time and the thought appears again as she’s giving him this hopeful, sorrowful l...

“To be or not to be——that is the question.”

Henry knew the words well. He knew this. So why was it so hard?

“Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to—to suf-to suffer the-“

Why was this so hard? Why did the lights in the room feel so bright? It was just an audition, there were no spotlights.

It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t a real one anyway.

He clears his throat. Maybe Hamlet wasn’t the righ...

“When I looked into your eyes, I saw my future go up in flames,” Sam says.

Though only in his mind.

Rather, he wants to say as he looks at Hiro. How poetic that would be.

He’s sure Hiro wouldn’t take to something so romantic. That they would just scoff and punch him lightly (way too hard) on the arm in a playful gesture and call him an idiot.

And Sam wouldn’t protest, even though it’s true....

“You have to kill me?” Aida asks.

Riel, the man in front of her stands still as a mountain for a moment at her question. Then he nods.

She’s afraid, she knows she is. Her heart is pounding in spite of herself, pushing her boiling blood through her body, but the anger she used to feel when she looked at him has subsided.

“I must,” he says simply. His eyes are averted, slowly having drifted aw...