The van itself was something nobody would expect if they were called to get on it by a suspicious stranger that they met while going home during Halloween. It was bright pastel-pink with a tint of blue, there were decorations all over, insted of a weird name, there was a large pastel orange heart that covered the van.
The same person who met Samara and called her got out of the van. He reached out his hand (quite seductively, as if he was gonna ask her to dance, but in a somehow creepy way as well) to Samara so that she could be dragged inside.
"Thank you, but I can manage by myself," said Samara. "But that is no good," replied the stranger, "if I'm able to hold your hand, I'd be able to do so much for you. For example, kissing, hugging, cuddling..." "You're creepy." spoke Samara. "I'll be able to get in by myself."
She got inside the van and the stranger then drove even faster than Samara expected. He described Samara's stay as 'important' while driving and talked about how his girlfriend was awful and he was gonna do something with Samara to cheat on her.
At last, they reached a rather modern-looking 5-story mansion that had a pool, garden, a farm and everything an average billionaire would have. The stranger took her inside the house, where, as he expected, his girlfriend was not there.
"She's lazy," explained the stranger. "I worked so hard for this beautiful mansion with everything it's got and yet she isn't grateful. She says I've been cheating on her with a couple girls lately." "Just break up with her," replied Samara. "She's no good if she keeps on thinking that you cheat on her a lot and does not believe you. Trust goes both ways."
"Correct." continued the stranger. "Anyways, would you like me to show you a secret?" "If it's a secret then I don't wanna see it. Secrets are meant to be kept, not spilled," answered Samara. "It's gonna be fun. I do that with my victims every day. They like it." whispered the stranger. "Okay, I guess?" replied Samara.
She was led to a large, empty room with two chairs facing each other. The walls were painted plain white and, alongside those two wooden chairs, there was nothing but emptiness surrounding them. Both the guest and the host sat down on the chairs.
"Would you like to play the firetruck game and later do something else?" asked the stranger after a long pause. "Sorry, but what's the firetruck game?" asked Samara. "Just a simple game where I touch you, and then I go lower and lower. And when you feel uncomfortable, just say 'red light' to stop." "Okay then, sure."
The stranger first touched Samara at the chest and, as he said, he went gradually lower until she felt that he was touching her inappropriately.
"RED LIGHT!" yelled Samara. "Fire trucks never stop at red light, silly," replied the stranger and kept on surrounding her lower parts and somehow managed to get her along with him on the floor.
Just when Samara was at the brink of feeling the most uncomfortable feeling one could ever imagine, she heard a sweet but kind-of-strict voice coming from the entrance.
"I'm home!"
SHADOW'S POV
I can finally stop copying that redhead or whatever. Just gonna get a snack...wait, why am I lying flat on the ground? Oh, now I remember. I'm a shadow. Shadows always lie flat on the ground and copy their masters, whatever they do. Even if it's suspicious.
MERAIDA'S POV
So you put the milk over here- wait a minute. Something feels...off. Did I make a mistake? Nope, I haven't. They're probably just my sneakers. Guess I gotta- wha- where's my shadow? This is weird. Let me just pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. Oh great, my shadow is gone for good.
SHADOW'S POV
Aha! A cookie! Can't belive I just found some cookies lying around here.
not-so-cute nom-nom begins
Mmm...really good! So the master chef's name is Annabeth? She's so...talented. I just wish Meraida was as good as her. Her tea sucks.
not-so-cute nom-nom ends
Hehe, I wonder what the master chef will think when she finds a missing cookie! She'll probably think like: 'Yay! Someone ate my cookie! Now I'm a master chef!'
MERAIDA'S POV
Oh, there it is! That black creature AKA my shadow! Wait- did- did my shadow just- DID IT JUST EAT BETHY'S COOKIE? I never knew shadows could eat, let alone be able to talk and stuff. Today is going pretty strange- oh, tasting time! This is the part where I get to eat other's food and they get to eat mine. Hopefully people think my coffee art is cool, same as the coffee itself. I worked so hard on this!
SHADOW'S POV
Since there's nothing else to do, I guess I'll just have to- that human moved! THAT DAMN HUMAN MOVED! I was gonna annoy him so that his already-bad soup could taste worse! Damn it! Oh-now they're heading for Meraida's counter! I thought Annabeth was the master chef in here?
MERAIDA'S POV
Hmm... Sam's vegetarian soup looks even worse than before. Only if Coach actually taught him how to make actual soup! I'll take a sip....EW! It tastes like cockroaches! Urgh!
ANNABETH'S POV
Oh, it's tasting time already? Didn't notice. I was done just so long time ago. Let me just take the cookie counter- WHO ATE MY FAVOURITE, MOST FLAVORED COOKIE? Can't be Meraida!
"MERAIDA, YOU DAMN FISH! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"
SHADOW'S POV
It's so crowded...oh wait, I'm a shadow! Which means....
I got the tea, suckers! Time to drink Meraida's super bad tea, break the glass and get outta here!
...
It's....it's....I'll admit it, it's good. But not as good as Annabeth, DUH!
ANNABETH AND MERAIDA
"Did you eat my cookie, Meraida?" "Bethy! Of course NOT! I was just- wait, there's a black creature behind you!" "What black creature- OH! OH MY GOD! OH LORD! OH RULER OF THE HEAVENS! WHAT IS THAT?" "EXACTLY, BETHY! THAT. IS. MY. SHADOW." "YOUR WHAT? AND WHY IS IT WRIGGLING LIKE THAT?" "I DON'T KNOW! I WAS JUST MAKING THE COFFEE AND THEN MY SNEAKERS CAME UNTIED SO I DECIDED TO TIE IT AND THEN I SAW THAT MY SHADOW WAS NOT THERE!" "AAH! ITS COMING TOWARDS ME! GUYS! MERAIDA'S SHADOW LEFT HER AND NOW IT'S GONNA COME DO RYOU AS WELL! RUN!"
[A/N: read the speech quickly, as if YOU'RE the one saying all of this for a better experience!]
You? Killing me? Oh, please! I'm not worth anything in this world! I mean, I DO have a few friends, but who cares, they're all gonna die out anyway. My body isn't worth it and i feel like total shit. Like, I'm so ugly a psychopath like YOU would vomit out all the meals you've had your entire life! I'm not really famous although a few people know me; heh, those are just my parents and relatives!
Oh, speaking of which, I don't have any! Why? Because they're gone! I don't have anyone to live with or anyone to share my feelings with! But I know it's not worth DYING.
There's gotta be something that brings me hope and joy, all of that back. I know I must keep looking and find my true self. I need to find out who can bring me back to life and help me actually live. I just need someone...anyone. Even if they're not my type, even if they're mean, even if...even if they're...abusive? I don't know, but there's gotta be SOMEONE that can cure me.
There's something missing inside of me that I need to find before deciding whether I should be dead or not. I feel...empty...without it. I've already begun searching a long time ago, but still now I can't find any answers or clues to where it must have been lurking around all this time. Will you help me find that something?
HANA'S LOVELY BELONGINGS 25 aug--
Dear diary, I'm so excited for tomorrow! I'm gonna ask Elvis out, we'll cut a cake together and I'll have my first ever birthday party! EEEEEEEEEEEK! :D
elvis' shit, not yours. 25822
i rlly gotta tell that slut shes being used. shes too clingy and shes like 'I wIlL nOt SpEnD a MoMeNt WiThOuT yOu' like I JUST WANNA SPEND THE OG FORTNITE DAYS...
HANA'S LOVELY BELONGINGS 26 aug--
Dear diary, Today's the day! I'm asking Elvis out! And hopefully we do the things I mentioned before...and my first b-day party! YAY! :D
elvis' shit, not yours. 26822
omw to tell that bitch im using her for money and shit although she broke. i mean, who would wanna be with HER?! shes too clingy for ppl tho :/ also im gonna spend the og days with the og gang again so thats why im super excited today :>
LATER.....
HANA'S LOVELY BELONGINGS 26 aug--
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elvis' shit, not yours. 26822
I DID IT GANG. I TOLD HER SHE THE WORST! LES GOOOOOOO
It was a small town, the type of place where everyone knew everyone. Children would play all day and all night. Adults would talk to each other and teens would gossip about what was going on at school. It was a peaceful town -- no discrimination, no racism, no bullying....nothing at all.
It was all like that until 1972, when the first case of bullying was recorded. You see, the Potato King was a cruel potato who liked bringing the mere concept of cruelty towards potatoes into human countries, towns, cities and villages. He had brought this concept to all the mentioned locations except that small town in Peacefulvania. He knew that, if he made all the humans bully potatoes, he would have gained control of the whole world, and so he did.
A passerby man called Sebastian was walking along the road after celebrating a huge birthday party hosted by his neighbor. He suddenly saw a walking, talking, breathing, blinking, speaking potato. Since he was infected by the Curse of All Potatoes (COAP), he insulted the poor potato, naming it 'the tomato-shaped potato'.
As a reaction to this cruel message sent out by Sebastian, it ran to another COAP-infected child, who also gave him the same nickname.
The same cruelty act spread through COAP and non-COAP people and soon, all this bullying and racism went on to the human beings themselves.
The mocked each other, they called each other 'dark chocolate' and 'tomato-looking ahh' and 'weird' and all sorts of names to each other. What was once a peaceful, small town was now a huge site of warfare and narcissism and anyone who gave birth or was born after 1972 was bullied a lot until the age of 18.
"And that's the history of Unaria," said the history teacher. "Now I shall ask you some questions. Now, when did all the bullying start?"
Emilie was getting ready for her wedding day, fixing her white silk wedding dress imported from France, untangling her long, lavender hair, flowing beautifully and tying it up into an elaborate wedding hairstyle.
Once she was ready, she went out to the place where she was to be married. There were luxury chairs and tables well-organized on both the left and right-hand side of the pavement. Moreover, the common ground had a four-layered wedding cake with sprinkles on the top and extremely delicate frosting. This would be the best day ever, Emilie thought.
However, both the bride and the groom were to arrive in time for the wedding to occur, but, in this case, only the former arrived in time for the wedding. Emilie decided to call her soon-to-be-husband to see what was going on.
"Uhm, hey, Drake," said Emilie. "Oh, hey." replied Drake, "I'm just busy doing some stuff. Can you call me later, if you can?" "But our wedding is gonna start soon! What's a wedding without a groom?"
At this point Emilie heard the slash of a blade, following voices screaming and yelling "Please! I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again!"
"Look, you brats, I'm on a call with my wife-to-be and my wedding's starting soon," yelled Drake, knowing that Emilie was still on the phone, "so I'll forgive you. Only for now though. Next time I hear you people are still selling drugs, you'll breathe your last."
With that, the husband ended the call.
"Hiya, Emi!" yelled Emilie's friend from behind. "So your husband's lazy or something? I almost thought I was gonna be late!"
"Oh, hey Lia," replied Emilie, trying to forget what she heard the last time she was on a call with her soon-to-be-husband. "Uhm, yea, he's getting pretty late. He's literally doing all the household chores right now."
"So he hasn't gotten ready yet?" "Yeah. I guess that's the type of husband I'll be living with for the rest of my life.." "Hey, at least he'll do the household chores for you! No cooking needed!" "That's one advantage, though, ahaha!"
While the two friends were talking, a voice from behind came echoing through the room. It came from the husband.
"Here I am! Sorry for being late!"
Drake's wedding suit was stained in blood here and there. His wavy middle-parted hair was also smeared in the same red liquid and his hands were full of blood. In fact, it seemed like he forgot to change after killing a lot of drug-dealers.
"D-Drake?" questioned Emilie, "Wha-what did you do?" "Ah, nothing really. I just spilled some ketchup," answered the husband. "THAT much ketchup?" interrupted Lia, "Ain't no way he spilled, like, ten buckets of ketchup for fun. That's stupid and childish." "...I'm kind of worried though," whispered Emilie to Lia, "what if he's working a dangerous job just so we can live together? I heard he isn't the type of person to do this."
part 2 probably gonna be there!
Krysina was writing the third edition of her world-famous novel in her bedroom -- more importantly, her 'writing room' -- when, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a fan of hers banged on the door late at night.
"Please...Kryss...let me in..." a high-pitched voice spoke. "Please..."
Being an affectionate woman in her 20s, Krysina got out of her room and looked into the eyeglass.
The stranger had crimson-ish black hair that was flowing along with the wind, a face covered in severe bruises and wounds, bandages all over her arms and fingers. She was wearing a baggy full-sleeved black t-shirt along with the baggiest pants in existence. Krysina thought she wore these to cover her bandages.
Krysina let the helpless woman in and asked her what had happened and asked her whether she wanted some tea.
"So, my name is...Aber," the stranger spoke, "and, well, my boyfriend...it's about him..."
"What happened?" Krysina asked. "You can tell me anything. I won't laugh or say a thing."
"Thank you. Well, my boyfriend has been...well...beating me up lately.." Aber spoke up, "..the last time he beat me up was...was...w-when w-we were a-at S-Starbucks..." she continued, "a-and then...we ordered a frappucino...I-I wanted some boba b-but he w-wouldn't l-let me have s-some of t-that."
These words stroke a special memory in Krysia's mind.
You see, she has faced the very same fate Aber did, except she had it worse. Her 'husband' used to force her to do the housework, cook meals, clean the house, and a lot more tasks a woman is meant to do, according to men. He did not help her a single bit, and, when Krysia made a mistake, he would brutally (and sometimes sexually) abuse her for doing so.
She decided to end all the trauma she was getting by filing a divorce in 2019 and went away to New York to start a new life there, in an apartment, writing her now-world-famous novels based on her past life.
"It's okay, Aber. Here's some advice," Krysia finally spoke after remembering these moments. "I recommend you get a therapist, but you can also come to me anytime you need. Breakup with him, but if he hits you with the 'Oh, but I did EVERYTHING for you!', slap him in the face, pack your bags and run away. I know it might be hard, but I can always afford a roommate. That second bedroom here needs to be used, anyways."
"O-oh...thanks. I'll make sure I'm f-free from a-all this," said Aber.
She then slowly walked out of the house.
[ALYNN has joined the group chat. Say hi!]
ALYNN: Heya! Alynn here! What are yalls names? [SEEN BY everyone] l1sa😍: heya girlie😌 meraidaa -: uhm were texting, not talking??-😭😭 [SEEN BY everyone] marker gyal: well ya. it makes u look like a nerd tbh. [SEEN BY everyone] ALYNN: Why? I mean, well, what's the problem? [SEEN BY everyone] marker gyal: dunno, we just hate nerds. anyway, am yeri and am like the most non-problematic gyal in the planet <333 [SEEN BY everyone] meraidaa -: uhm, since u use grammar, ima say that w/ it. She's not who she says she is. [SEEN BY everyone] l1sa😍: das right gyal . be careful😟 [SEEN BY everyone] ALYNN: Why? What happened? [SEEN BY everyone] meraidaa -: SHE COMMITTED TAX FRAUD😃 [SEEN BY everyone] marker gyal: WAHT NO I DID NOT??😟 [SEEN BY everyone] l1sa😍: WELL YA U DID U EVEN WENT TO JAIL FOR LIKE 3 YRS OR SMTH😭😭 [SEEN BY everyone] ALYNN: So Yeri committed...tax fraud? [SEEN BY everyone] marker gyal: OMG WTF I DID NOT DONT BELIEVE THEM IDIOTS👹👹 [SEEN BY everyone] l1sa: well she also gr00m3d like 17 kids tho😟 [SEEN BY everyone] ALYNN: She did WHAT? [SEEN BY everyone] meraidaa -: she became toxic to an old member of this group and gave her trauma to her and then she left the group😭😭
i still miss her tho. she was the funniest gyal ever🤭 [SEEN BY everyone] ALYNN: ...I have to leave. [SEEN BY everyone]
[ALYNN has gone AFK. No worries, they'll be back!]
Hana woke up with her messy, butterfly-blue hair in a bun, looking as if all the hair strands were sticking together. She got up, made her extra-messy bed with chip crumbs, a plate from where she last ate dinner and a few bits of food here and there.
After making the bed, brushing her teeth, ate her usual morning Cheerios, she wore her 'Monday School Outfit', which consisted of a short t-shirt along with baggy jeans and normal school socks and black leather shoes and her hair tied up in a ponytail with her dlowy bangs revealing her not-that-big forehead.
When Hana fetched a glass mirror in order to do her makeup, she found something unusual about her face. In fact, she found out that she could not change the expression on her face at all. It remained as the type of face you would make if you heard about a whole lot of embarassing secrets from someone else.
Seeing that she would not be able to change her expression for the rest of the day, Hana fetched a blue mask that matched her hair color and sunglasses along with a hat and ran to school.
part 2 coming soon! <3
"Would you like to come over to my place?"
The shrill voice of the stranger, whom Samara has always known him as 'Ghostface On a Budget', sent chills down her spine.
She tried to speak at least a word. Just one word. Even a 'yes' or 'no' could do as well, but, however, as much as she tried to, she couldn't speak a word.
"Speechless, aren't you?" he broke the rather awkward silence. "I have always tried to make my victims speechless before I force them to say 'I'd LOVE to!'. Works all the time."
"W-what? Y-y-you force your v-victims or whatever to say 'y-y-y-eah!' ?" Samara stuttered. She found herself almost tripping over her words, as she tried to untangle her long, blonde hair tied up in a low ponytail with her phone on one hand.
"Of course!" replied that shrill and creepy voice that had scared an already-fearful Samara once again. "Now, say 'yes'."
"N-no, I can't!" yelled Samara. She knew she was gonna be speechless again like last time, but she was relieved, for she finally brought herself to say 'no'.
"SAY IT." commanded the voice. "Say 'yes' or else you're gonna breathe your last. Your little cousin, Sam, will no longer breathe. His silky, brown and beautiful hair is gonna be chopped off. His beloved honey eyes that shined in the sun will be gone. His hands, delicately smooth hands, will be cut off from his body. His that and that will be that, along with this and this part, and...." it continued.
"I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN TO HIM!" screamed Samara. "F-FINE! I'LL COME! I-I JUST....PLEASE, DON'T LET ALL OF THAT HAPPEN TO HIM!"
"Good, good." the wretched, spine-breaking voice spoke. "Get ready in a few seconds and hop onto the van that will be at your front door. I am waiting."
With that, the call ended and Samara waited at the front door, looking at a van.
