The Rankmaid had followed the Writer. It seemed she was awakened sooner than the Writer had anticipated. What was she to do today? Smoke a cigarette, write another fic? Speak to those that pine for her? Those who shouldn't pine? Or to Him who she's owned by? The bad choice. She was always the bad choice. She shook her head. She wouldn't think of that. Not right now. Not right now. #TheScript
There was fear, rage, it was all a cocktail of anger. How did he know that? How did he know! Not even Dearie knew of this act! She couldn't have ratted this out to the Writer, couldn't she? No, no! If she knew, she wouldn't try so hard! She would have given up! How could she beat that!? She's a LIAR! SHE'S A RAT! SHE'S- He was speechless. He was useless. Standing there in the face of adversity. What could he do? #TheScript
you cant know this YOU CAN'T MOTHERFUCKING KNOW THIS GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT
He was adamant that the writer was in his head. A ceruleanblood, maybe. Someone with advanced psionics!! Yes. That's it, that had to be it! But no it wasn't. It really, really wasn't. That was the scariest part. #TheScript
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HE WOULD SAY IT! AGAIN, AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN!!! AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!!!!!!!! AND NONE OF IT, NOT EVEN ONE WORD!!! mattered. #TheScript
STAY THE MOTHERFUCK AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWAY FROM THE RANKMAID! SHE... shes already been through so much please.
He pleaded. Pleaded for her. ... Pleading would not do enough. Pleading would... ... ... ... #TheScript
what? pleading would what.
Silence. ... For once, in a long time. He didn't know what was coming. #TheScript
fuck