monday's child is fair of face (2/2)

[palfriday]

CW: death, probably gore, possibly more TBA

[and that’s what you missed on glee.

and so, there “Friday” is, standing on the roof of the bar. the attention of the party has surely turned to her by this point, but she doesn’t care about that. she just needs one person to still be a little too distracted to stop what was coming next.

Monday snaps her fingers, and Jenny disappears from wherever she was standing before, reappearing directly in front of Monday, who embraces her from behind, an arm wrapped firmly around her middle. those with enhanced senses might catch what she whispers, seconds before she snaps Jenny’s neck so hard it hangs at a 90 degree angle as Monday kicks her, her corpse toppling forward onto the deck below.]

Surprise, bitch.

[well, there. unfinished business settled. onto more pertinent matters.]

Let’s get a little more comfortable first, hm? Can’t waste too much of her magic, but audiences love a quick change.

[she snaps her fingers, and Monday finds herself in an outfit that is far more to her taste. now. time for her grand performance.]

Greetings, foolish mortals! You may or may not have noticed that things have been a little bit different this month. While the Captain is off having a good old bitch cry about whatever it is he’s so upset about, poor little Friday was running herself ragged keeping this shitheap floating! She was so distracted, in fact, that she happened to have a little accident, while fixing something in the elevator shaft! [a laugh] I guess even clay bitches can break their necks! And there I was, sitting in Fucking Nowhere, doing Fucking Nothing, feeling Fucking. Nothing! And I saw her empty shell. And I was, like, hey, free real estate!

Whatever tear in the veil that your whiny little Captain just didn’t feel like fixing? I ripped that fucker right open. And you’ve all met a few of the sorry little fuckers that fell out already, hm? [another snap] Not all of them, but, hey, that’s what now is for, right? Because, see, we all kinda got together a little bit, and we were like… You know, just borrowing some shitty bodies to have some fun for a few weeks? What a waste! And we still have a lot of bitches we need to spring from jail!

And that! Is where you assholes come in! And, trust me, you are all assholes. Have you even seen some of the psychotic shit you people have said and done to us? Like, yeah, Mary is legitimately insane, but she’s still a kid! Even I’m not gonna call a fucking nine year old a bitch!

You can try to run, but I fucking hate running in heels, so I made that a little bit… difficult. So. Why don’t you nice people just lay down and let us kill you. I’ll be gentle. Promise.

[perhaps people have tried to flee already. they likely have. and they’ve found that the entire party area has been blocked off by the same sort of barrier that surrounds the realm, an invisible orb holding them captive.]

Now. Let’s get the actual party started!

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1/3 you

[croquisbook]

( The ghost remembers what you called her, what you did to her work, and more importantly-- how you refused to give her friend Omori back.

And it's coming back to finish that fight. Oh yeah, and what about Rich? Well, there is a chance to join up with him, Darcy! )

2/3 know

[oldpuppet]

( It had taken her so much willpower to restrain herself the last two weeks, trying to stick to the role of "Fio", being the same perfect little angel that she was. Those past few weeks, the others had been getting caught left and right. Omori was caught. Then there was the explosion, especially the fire... she hated the fire.

Restlessness built up quickly. Everyone's lucky she didn't snap early. That would have caused so much trouble. All the accumulating frustration unloaded onto Fio's dumb little teddy bear until it wasn't full of fluff anymore... )

3/3 who

[sabigoe]

[ Several feet away, Mary, in the angel dress that she had chosen for the party, watches Darcy from behind. To her side, she holds a steak knife, swinging it unsteadily in annoyance as she stares upon her armored target. A miracle that she hasn't gone off screaming and hacking away mindlessly.

Fine. She manages to keep herself calm enough, for a few seconds, to consider trying a different approach.

The white stuffed dragon, Fio's doll, Calcite, flutters in midair next to her side. She doesn't have to make a verbal command. Just simply will it to shoot.

And doll "breathes" in, lifting its head back, charging up a large orb of elemental Light energy... ]

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy's too busy. Too caught up in keeping an eye out for her other friends, too busy watching out for the other ghosts. She hadn't seen Fio, had presumed that it was too late at night for her to be up and at the party-

Which means when the orb of Light hits her, she's totally unawares.

Darcy gets launched across the bubble, smacking into the opposite invisible wall like Vance had so many weeks before. Her nose is definitely busted as she headbutted the barrier, and she's dropped her sword, her head fuzzy with what is definitely a concussion. ]

Fuck-

[sabigoe]

[ Please hit, please hit. These doll companions only contain one charge per day. When the blast does hit, unlike Fio, whose face would have been fraught with worry and fear for her actions, Mary smiles with sadistic glee that's completely unfitting of her current form.

And she skips, doing a twirl along the way, humming a tune-- ring-a-ring of roses, a pocket full of posies... Oh BOY, what is that on the floor? An even BIGGER knife! Which she unfortunately(?) cannot lift up very well in this weak form of hers that she's been cursing all month. Nor does Mary have the coordination to properly use a sword. NEVERMIND. STEAK KNIFE MAIN WEAPON IT IS.

Well, she'll give the sword a small nudge with her foot and makes her way across the deck to Darcy.

Fio's memories told her that she adored this girl. Thought she was cool, strong, amazing, and talented with a sword. She loved whenever she was lifted into a hug. Even Mary genuinely enjoyed their time together, on the way to the buffet... back when she made somewhat more of an effort to be Fio. Except for when she had a near meltdown...

...She has to get this body for Omori. For his sister. Or even Ib if Mari doesn't manage to show up somehow. She has to get all her friends back from Nothing and make everyone proud. She has to treat her friends right. ]

Darce... [ In the same, gentle, soft caring tone as Fio would use. Yet it doesn't match her impish smile. ] You okay?

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Ava's voice is ringing through her ears along with Fio's fragile voice, and despite how much that fucking sucked, her willpower to get Fio safe overrides it all. She can't fail here. She can't. Despite bleeding from all the cuts on her face and from her nose, she tries to force her face into a reassuring smile as Darcy struggles to pick herself up. The smile is unnerving, but surely Ava or Skulduggery would've noticed if Fio wasn't herself, right? ]

Mon piou- I'm fine, we need to get you safe, alright? Just stay close- it's all going to be okay, you'll be fine- we're all going to be fine, come on-

[sabigoe]

[ Mary bends down, to be a little closer to Darcy's level as she tries to get back to her feet. And she keeps smiling in return, eerily calm despite how chaotic everything is going down all around them. ]

...I'll stay close.

[ A quick glance over her shoulder, as if checking if there's any other hostile passengers coming their way. It's just herself. And the older girl. This is a perfect chance. She'll get back her friends... hopefully Mari, for Omori. They'll be all together again. ]

Oh, but you're badly hurt. You may want to hold still a little... it's alright. Noooo one else is coming. Just me and you right now.

[ And she lifts out her knife, driving it towards Darcy with as much physical strength as her current body can put forth. ]

CW LEADING INTO CHILD MURDER

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy deflects the knife with her own on instinct, because Fio is a literal child and not a trained swordswoman, even if Darcy's not fully with it. She nearly retches immediately in horror.

Whatever it takes.

Please. Anyone else. A bolt of lightning from God, a stray bullet, a previously unseen skin cancer, all the ways someone can suddenly and unexpectedly die. Not her. Not her. Not this. No. No. Anything but this. Please.

Whatever it takes. ]

Fio if you're in there, I'm sorry and I love you.

[ Darcy, quick as lightning, reaches to grab not-Fio's throat. ]

CW CHILD DEATH INCOMINGGGG

[sabigoe]

[ Fio this, Fio that. It's not fair. No fair, no fair, no fair...! Mary thought she could finally have her life back... with all her friends...

The knife flies out of her hand. Eyes widening in fear, having thought the older girl's guard was down and that she truly had a chance here. She has nothing else left to fight with and she doesn't have any combat experience. Calcite doesn't have any more charges to fire off.

There's so very little time for her to express her annoyance and rage. No time for her to cry out... call for somebody. Anybody. Omori? She's very sorry she failed getting his sister for him. Genis? Big Sis Ann? ...Big Bro Mikazuki? ... ... ...Pickles?

Suddenly there's a hand wrapped around her throat... ]

CW CHILD DEATH HAS ARRIVED!!!!

[saltwaterlungs]

[ 'Piou' is the Lyonnaise-French word for a little bird. Onomatopoeic, the sounds their little chirps make. Her father had called her it as a child. Most parents did, or older siblings. Little and sweet. Piou piou.

The most humane way to kill a chicken is to dislocate its neck. On her Aunt's farm they did it with a pole. Pulled the head off. A chicken will run around for a few seconds afterwards if you cut its head off. The vertebrae of a bird are so fragile.

Her hand feels enormous on Fio's neck. Was she ever this small, when she was young? Was she ever this young?

It's all running through her head now. The feeling of twisting a leg free of the hip socket, crushing chicken bones between her teeth for the marrow, splintering fragile shards of bone and-

She covers Fio's eyes with her other hand as she presses her thumb in hard and collapses her windpipe. Holds her hand there vice-tight, no blood no air, a quick and merciful death. ]

I'm sorry.

1/2 jk one more tag before sleep i gotta properly bestow the loot in writing

[sabigoe]

[ Water build up, pools forming at the edges of Mary's eyelids, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wriggles around helplessly, neck locked into Darcy's grip. Tiny hands reach up to clutch onto her arm, despite knowing it's of no use to try struggling against her. The difference in strength is far too great.

It's over. Mary doesn't want to admit it... she doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to go. She finally broke free. She was finally going to be together with her friends. And she's suddenly starting to feel regret. Fear and sadness. Maybe she should have just tried to adjust into truly becoming Fio that everyone loved. Maybe she shouldn't have agreed to the entire plan, not let it set in motion...

Everything goes dark, the large hand completely covering her vison. In an instant, Mary's gone. Mary-- Fio's entire small form goes limp, arms dropping to the sides.

Entirely motionless. Silent. ]

[sabigoe]

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Fio's plush dragon, Calcite, is still present. Having kept idly close by as it always does. Fluttering in mid-air, staring off into the distance with its button eyes. Not much of use after firing a single shot earlier.

After a few moments, it registers that its current owner is gone. An orphaned stuffed animal now...

And moves towards Darcy, seeming to connect onto her like an invisible tether, like a balloon string in the same way it does with Fio. For now, Calcite takes its new place, alongside Darcy. ]

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy retches when it's over, but there's nothing for her to spit up. She can still feel phantom bones between her teeth. Calcite- Callie- drifts over, watching her impassively. May as well be an albatross. It wasn't Fio and this had to happen. Get up. C'mon, get up. ]

I'm going to get you back to her. I promise.

[ She stands, unsteady, to her feet. Find Jinx, hope she wasn't lying about that blood, and then... keep fighting. Hope to hell it makes up for this. Pray they get a priest aboard. ]