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part 4: change

'turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer'

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CW: LANGUAGE??? IG? this is mostly warning free

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she awoke in a cold sweat, though she felt a lot better than she did the past couple of rotting days. she sat up, rubbing her leftover eye. 

she remembered everything from yesterday. her father being a  ̶b̶i̶t̶c̶h̶  bit rude. she remembered fracto, her friend. fracto is part of her now, isn't she? right. she's gonna be stronger now.

she got up, deciding to finally change her clothes. they're a bit more fancy than her casual sweater, as she's now wearing an ash black polo with a little crimson red bowtie. although her face still had blood, she really didn't care.

she exited the room without father's permission, but she didn't care if father got mad at her.

which he did.

"haze? what are you doing out of your room? i specifically forbid you from leaving until you got that triangle off your face." he asked. "well, guess what, i gotta go get breakfast so i left my room." she replied. 

that- was unusual.

she had never been one to go against father like that. especially not with that attitude.

"what did you say?" he approached her, attempting to intimidate her with his body language. "i said i left my room you fuckin' old man, you need a hearing aid?" she blurted out, then covered her mouth. she made a bow movement, "sorry father, i don't know what came over me-" she said. 

she glanced at father's face, seeing how livid he got from that response. she panicked and quickly ran to the kitchen, that way she wouldn't get hurt. she knew father would likely be mad at himself if he hurt her, so she wanted to prevent him from doing it in a blackout rage. cause.. father doesn't want to hurt her, does he?

no, he doesn't! she reaches up to a cabinet and gets a bag of plain bread. not wanting to put anything on it, out of laziness, she just ate it stale. "sis?" she heard from behind her. she turns around to see her little brother mist. with a full mouth, she goes, "hey nerd."

"are you feeling better?" he asks. "yeah, a lot actually. guess it took me a while to get used to this thing." she replies casually, grabbing another slice of bread. "... are you just- eating bread??" he asks with a hint of concern. "i am, got a problem with that?" she says, glaring at him. "um- no- i don't- i'm just..." he attempt to stutter, but he doesn't know how to finish his sentence, so walks away.

a feeling of guilt seeped in her body. her brother had been nothing but kind to her, yet here she is, just threatening her brother like he's some sort of scum. why is she being like this?

maybe this is fracto's method of 'being stronger', by being so intimidating no one can hurt you to begin with. that's not a bad idea! if you're too scary, no one will even think of attempting to hurt you! you're so smart, fracto!

she puts the bag of bread away, going to the backyard. 

... being able to stand in the grass again is somehow so calming. it's such a relief to be able to see the outside world again. to watch the scenery move with the wind. god, she's missed this. she puts on her shoes and runs back to the forest she found the triangle. 

... she should start calling it something other than "the triangle", huh? it feels a bit bland. she thinks, while running. she decides to call it "jeremy" for now. she's back at the tree where she first saw jeremy's glow. it feels so good to climb again, to feel nature.

just, anything, other than lying on a bloodied floor. it feels so good.

this might be the start of a new era for her, an era of strength and power. that's what fracto promised! things are gonna start looking up for her, she's sure of it. her new era starts now.

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word count: 669 (nice)

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hi!!! omg quickest update to date?? i felt a little brainrot so i thought i should write while i still had the ideas!! not much to say about this chapter as its a bit shorter than the other ones, but still had fun nonetheless!