Toffee's POV
As I lay besides matchstick in bed I realised just how painful my life had been. My father walked out on me and I'm stuck with this object on my tail that reminds me of him. I've been locked in a closet for days and forgotten about, and worse of all father's dying. Soon enough chant or rituals gonna need to look after Lacey and me. We're gonna have to work harder for this family since we dont get child support. Above that I have the weight of a secret on my back. The weight of my abusive controlling boyfriend and my best friend not knowing about it.
At this point I had enough, what did I want? What career path did I want? I wonna be my own person. Live my own life for once, not the shadow of my creator. I never wanted this stupid hat on my tail. I wanted something that represents me but the fact I dispise him.
Turning to my side I felt matchstick sit up. Sighing inside I got up too leaning against him for balance. Without warning he just shoved me causing me to fall back onto the pillow. Honestly I seen that coming match dosent like being touched, he just looked at me as I sat up again and scoffed. I really could never tell if he actually loved me or not, it's never yes or no with him everything always has to be that little bit more complex.
I just stood up from the bed slipping my hoodie on. I should go home before father gets worried, hes already stressed as it is. I picked up my phone from the near table and started heading towards the door but something just had to go wrong.
As I reached for the door handle I felt matchstick's hand wrap around my wrist. I knew ignoring him or telling him to let go would only be stepping over his boundaries so I just stood still. "Yes?" I said weakly still tired. "Where are you going?" He quastion. He always wants to know what I'm doing, where I'm going, who I'm with. It takes a toll on me "home, I have to check up on shrine.." I said wearily. I could hear matchstick grind his teeth together. He was frustrated that was clear, his grip was tightening around my wrist to the point it became sore. "Hey.. match that hurts.." he just stared down at my hands. I feel as if its because I mentioned my dad. Maybe the fact I have such a good relationship with him when him and his parents don't. I got annoyed alittle and tugged my hand away from him only for matchstick to just loose his shit. Knocking me down I just stared at him. "'Dude just let me go home, it's not my fault your lifes shit." Yet not a response. Standing up I finally opened the door and left. What the fuck is his problem?
I finally got home and said hi to shrine before hugging him and returning to my room, finally peace and quiet. I plopped down on my comfy bed and laid back. My room was empty. Every corner bare, I used to have alot of dads cool stuff in here but I got rid of it. It made me sick looking at that top hat and bowtie I used to wear. Alot of my closet is just full with normal teenage boy clothes, despite me being far from a teenager. Yet with all this gone something still feels strange like there's something yet to go I just don't know of?
Soon I found out what that was.
Looking down at my tail the hat like gem rested on the end, I always hated that thing. I never felt unique with it. Like I lived in my dads shadow. I heard you can remove them just by pulling it off but it's just as painful as ripping a bone off. Infact that thing on my tail was a bone. I had thought about ripping it off once before. It would give me a second chance to find who I was, My personality, Me. but was always scared at the outcome of pain. But I had endured enough maybe it was time to find out who I was?
I breathed in sharply as I held my tail with one hand and the gem in the other. Due to how weak my tail was one stronge pull and the thing would snap off. I just needed to bare the pain. I could do this I've been through way worse. So with that thought in mind I squeezed my eyes closed and done it.
The ear shattering click the rush of pain through my body yet I didnt scream. Instead I slowly opened my eyes in pure agony. The gem had came off and was rapidly decaying. My tail was blank again. My only hope was that I didn't regret this later.
How would dad feel when he sees this? Ritual and Lacey too. WB, what if she gets worried? Does she understand how component 17's work? Does she know I've distached a fucking bone from my body? What about matchstick? All these thoughts where getting to me. I should just sleep it off. Go about my normal day see how it rolls out.. I'll be ok.
Everything will be fine.
Mr. WD's POV
Sylvia was alot different from what I imagined. She wasnt a marshmallow nor C-17 I dont even know if I created her or shrine did. Her skin was a light pastel blue. She had pastel scrunchies and bubble gum pink hair. Her pupil's were different the left being a heart and the other a diamond, her iris's were just as pink as her hair. She had two short and puffy ponytails on each side of her head and a big grin on her face. She was wearing black leggings and a normal white workout vest nothing much of notice. "So your WD?" She chirped i just nodded sheepishly. "Sylvia, my stage names pastel witch." Does this mean chant has a stage name? Its probably something stupid, haha.. "n-nice to meet you.." I said wearily waiting for chants return, this was gonna be a long night.
