"𝓎ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾 𝓁ℴ𝓈𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊"
Four days since Kali had died at the hands of Ophelia Stone. Four days since Scott had successfully rescued an alive Alan Deaton with the help of Sheriff Stilinski. And five days since the last human sacrifice. Beacon Hills had been blessed with a weekend filled of peace and quiet, aside from the paranoid phone calls the girl would get from Stiles in the dead of the night, worried that something was about to happen. Monday and Tuesday were also okay. Quiet. She had come to realise that she doesn't like silence because usually it meant things were quiet for a reason. If the Darach wasn't doing anything, it could only be because they're planning something. She doesn't want to think about the 'something' just yet. Perhaps she's almost just as paranoid as Stiles is.
Her wish for something to happen is fulfilled.
At twelve-twenty in the fucking morning.
The front door quietly being opened is enough for her eyes to snap wide open. Now she's awake. Unfortunately, Ophelia hadn't put her house under the ownership of another human like initially when she had first bought the place. After finding out that she was the only vampire in Beacon Hills, there wasn't any urgent need to at the current point in time.
Which means that as of right now, it's either Stiles or Lydia using their spare keys (most likely Stiles), or someone is breaking in.
Yanking the covers off her body, she speeds down the marble staircase and bares her fangs threateningly with a hiss to whoever has the nerve to intrude in her home in the middle of the night. She's exhausted, and frankly, she's pissed off. However, Ophelia's eyes widen in shock and her teeth quickly disappearing back into her gums, her body relaxing as she recognises who stands in her front doorway. More like, she recognises one of the two people before her. "What the fuck?"
"Christ, care to say hello instead?"
"At twelve in the bloody morning? I think not." After a few seconds, Ophelia widely grins at the sight of her older brother and jumps forward with a high-pitched squeal as she collides into him. "I can't believe you're really here!"
Klaus chuckles and pats her back, pecking her cheek quickly with his lips. "Nice to see you, too, sister." He pauses, something the girl doesn't miss. "Sorry for the late-night visit, but we left as soon as we could. We've got some things to... We've got to catch up."
"It's okay, I can't wait to hear about the wedding." Her face falls when she realises that he had used 'we.' Ophelia's eyebrows raise and her gaze drifts past him and to the female awkwardly waiting with her hands folded behind her back, her eyes cast down to the floor. "Who's the chick, Nik? Got a new plaything?"
Said woman's eyes flick up at the mention of herself, and she clears her throat as she steps up beside Klaus who has broken the hug with the younger girl. "Uh, hi," she greets, her strong American accent a stark contrast compared to the two British beside her.
"Yeah... This is Freya," Niklaus slowly announces. "'The long-lost sister,'" he adds, making quotation marks in the air with his fingers. "One of the topics we'll be talking about."
Ophelia's eyes trail across the woman's body, memorising all her features as if she had known her for as long as her other siblings. Her natural blonde hair has been cut to shoulder length and frames her face well, accentuating her jawline and somehow bringing more focus to her striking green eyes. To be honest, Freya seems to be the only Mikaelson that could actually be biologically related to Ophelia. "Freya, huh?" Her tone is sharp, almost causing the newly introduced woman to flinch away. Freya nods in confirmation. "So, care to explain why I'm just hearing about you this week? Because the last time I checked, us Mikaelsons stick together. Even when we're daggered."
Freya's eyes flick over to Klaus who laughs quietly, and he clears his throat once he finds the two women staring at him. "Sorry," he mumbles in apology. "Look, why don't we get out of the doorway and have a drink. I need it, I'm sure Freya needs it, hell, I know you need it."
"Wow, it's almost like someone's died," Ophelia jokes with a chuckle, leading the pair through the dimly lit corridors and to the kitchen. When she receives no laughter like she would usually expect, she glances over her shoulder to find the two adults sharing a nervous look with one another. A look she knows all too well. "Nik, I swear, if someone's died-"
"Have you got any O negative?"
Ophelia sighs at his interruption, but she stays silent as she heads toward the walk-in fridge. A bottle of whiskey is unscrewed by Freya, and a cooler is dragged over by the youngest who takes out a multitude of blood bags for herself and her brother. Freya had quickly denied upon being offered the metallic substance, revealing that she isn't like the rest of the family, and instead a witch like Esther and how Kol had originally been before the transformation to a vampire. After yawning loudly, the girl settles into one of the large armchairs around the fireplace that is now roaring, courtesy of Freya. She takes a small sip out of her glass and hums as the blood trails smoothly down her throat. "So," she begins, her eyes narrowing as she looks between the adults who are sitting as far away from one another as they can. "What did Nik do?"
He scoffs with offence. "What? What do you mean 'What did Nik do?'"
She waves a hand over to Freya who tries to hide her smile by taking another sip of the maple-coloured alcohol. "Why do you dislike dear Freya so much?"
"I don't dislike her!" Klaus exclaims rather heatedly. He hasn't missed how attentive she can be at times. It's both a blessing and a curse.
"Ah, so you're on the opposite side of the room to her because...?"
Freya rolls her eyes in amusement, already having taken a liking to the younger girl. "We've had our differences, but I like to think he's accepted me as part of this family."
Ophelia huffs a laugh as she arches a brow to the hybrid. "Oh, yes. It definitely seems that way. Nik, have you accepted the Freya as part of our family?"
Eyes narrowing in annoyance, Klaus sighs (it's more like a growl) as he realises he would have to answer the question. Although there are far more important things to be worried about than staying annoyed with either of his sisters. "Yes, I have. She helped defeat a common enemy, and..." His lips purse, almost like he utterly detests himself for admitting his next words. "She's not that bad after all."
Freya's face briefly lights up at his muttered words, and she cups a hand around her ear as she leans in his direction. "Sorry, what was that?"
A deep scowl is now painted across Niklaus' face. "I said, you're not that bad after all. Happy?"
Ophelia giggles and she leans her chin in her palm. "I think she is, much appreciated. Freya, I like you, where have you been after all this time?"
Even though seeing the girl brings him far too much joy, Klaus hates to have to be the one to pause the moment and direct the subject matter to one that he simply dreads to share. As he locks gazes with Freya, he knows that she senses exactly how he is feeling. Truth be told, it's why visiting Beacon Hills became much more of a priority over the last few days than it initially had been. Ophelia desperately needs, and deserves, to be told the information by himself before finding out through chatter along the grape vine instead. Before they can get into Freya's origin story, Niklaus clears his throat and sets the glass of blood down onto the coffee table in front of him. He turns in the sofa so he's directly facing the teenager. "Lia, we need to talk."
Immediately, Ophelia's demeanour flips. Any flicker of joy vanishes from her expression. "What is it? Is it about Hope? She's okay?"
"She's okay," Freya softly replies, but the small smile she wears doesn't quite reach her eyes. "She's no longer in danger by any of our psychotic family."
She can't think of anything else that could possibly be wrong. "Oh, is it about Rebekah's body swapping? Has that been sorted?"
A short sigh leaves Klaus' lips. "She's still in the witch's body. The reason..." He hesitates for a moment. It's obvious that he doesn't want to bring up whatever he is about to. Because when he does, the words will rid the girl of any leftover saneness she is clinging onto. "Ophelia, it's Kol."
She isn't sure how she knows. It could have been a combination of factors: how both Klaus and Freya's hearts are rapidly beating and how she can smell the anxiety reeking off the both of them, or if it's because Klaus calls her by her full name, which is a rarity in its own. Or it's how he speaks 'Kol,' like the name physically pains him to utter aloud.
Right then and there, Ophelia knows that Kol Mikaelson is dead.
"How?"
She isn't sure if she is really listening when Freya and Klaus tell her the story of how he had died and the relevant events that led up to it. She vaguely picks up that the previously deceased Finn had been reincarnated in a body of a witch by Esther and had hexed Kol in retaliation for how he had aided Elijah and Klaus in turning the mother Mikaelson into a vampire. She also vaguely picks up about how multiple witches attempted to find a cure, but all she focuses on is how all were hopeless. The most prominent thought in her mind that is circling around are three words. And damn do they pack a punch.
Kol is dead.
He's really gone, and this time, Ophelia doesn't know what to do. Now, turning her humanity off because she couldn't deal with a breakup seems pathetic. It makes her feel like she was weak. In truth, she had been. Now? Turning her humanity off because her brother has died seems like a far better reason. Almost as if he knows exactly what her thought process is, Klaus quickly kneels in front of her and grabs tightly onto her hands. "No," he states firmly. Her eyes snap down to meet his. "No, we're not doing that again, little wolf."
A single tear finally falls down her cheek. "He's dead, Nik," she whispers.
Even though she has only known Ophelia for less than an hour, a fracture runs through Freya's heart at the amount of pain heard through the wobble in the girl's words. "And we're going to find a way to bring him back." Her voice brings back the attention of the two, and Klaus' eyes widen in surprise at not only the determination she holds but the confidence. "I promise you, Ophelia, I will find a way to bring him back if it's the last thing I do. I owe it to you, I owe it to Kol, I owe it to this entire family."
Kol had been hexed, whichmeans that he had had a time limit. He had a countdown before death cameknocking on his door, and he fucking knew about it. "Hedidn't say goodbye to me," she mutters. Her voice raises as she repeats thesentence as it properly sets in.
Standing on the Other Side, Kol Mikaelson can only watch hopelessly as his sister, his entire world, begins to crumble into pieces before his very eyes. He didn't tell her. At the time, he still had a sliver of hope, and even if it was small, it was still a sliver. He was stubborn and plain stupid for believing that not telling her would be the best thing for her. And he would regret it for eternity.
The long-awaited sob leaves Ophelia's mouth. Everything is becoming too much. Everything hurts.
The last time Niklaus felt fear was when his daughter's life had been in danger, merely only days ago. As he listens to his sister break down in his arms, fear is his only emotion as he meets the gaze of Freya watching the pair heartbrokenly. He hasn't seen Ophelia like this in a long time; in a really long time. If someone was to ask him what he would do right now, he wouldn't be able to give them an answer. He has no idea what the hell to do. Although what he does know is that he couldn't let her turn her humanity off again, because he's not sure if she would be able to come back from it like before. This has broken her into a million pieces, and Klaus doesn't know if they have enough glue to place her back together. Wrapping his arms around her small body to the point he's slightly scared he would break a bone or two, he hugs his sister like it's the last time they would see each other. "I'm not going anywhere. We're going to get through this together, every part of it."
Taking a deep breath, Freya crouches down beside them so she can hold one of the girl's hands. When Ophelia lifts her head slightly at the sudden contact, the witch weakly smiles at her tear-stained face. "You aren't alone, sweetheart. You've got all of us with you."
"Always and forever."
⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆
Ophelia didn't sleep the rest of the night. More like she didn't try to go back to sleep. She couldn't, it was that simple. Her brain remains on overdrive. It's probably good she didn't return to the land of dreams because she's wide awake when the loud ringtone of her phone suddenly cuts through the silence that is her living room. "Oh, bloody hell, whoever it is, turn that damn phone off," Klaus groans tiredly from his position on the sofa. Himself and Freya had declined the guest bedrooms, instead opting to stay by the teenager's side out of worry she might do something impulsive. So, as a result, all three had camped out in the lounge.
"I haven't missed your attitude when you're tired," Ophelia grumbles as she snatches her phone from the coffee table. "Fuck off," she greets to the receiver of the call.
"Miss you, too."
Her eyes widen in surprise at Lydia's exasperated tone of voice. "I've got to get into a habit of checking the caller ID. What's up? It's..." She quickly checks the time on the device and sighs. "Two in the morning." One of the first things Ophelia notices is how her best friend's breathing pattern is shallow; she's panicking. "Lydia, what's wrong?"
"I-I uh, I'm at the school," the girl replies.
Blonde eyebrows furrow in confusion, and Ophelia gets up to grab her car keys and Ugg boots that have been strewn to the side carelessly from earlier that day. "Okay, I'm coming to you. Why are you at school at two in the fucking morning?"
There's a short pause. "I, um, I don't really know. I kind of just drove here. Fi, it's like the pool. I think... I think there's a body here somewhere."
At the word 'body,' Klaus is now wide awake and beside his younger sister. "Body? What? Who died?" He blinks in disbelief when she holds a finger up to him to wait, not making any eye contact.
"All right, stay where you are until I get there. I'll be five minutes, tops," she tries to reassure her friend, at the same time motioning for the Original to follow her to the front door. "Want me to call backup?"
"Who's the backup?" Lydia questions back frantically.
"Scott, Stiles..." Ophelia grimaces before adding the name of the person who might not be her own friend but is known for helping comfort Lydia in stressful times. "And Allison?"
"Yeah, okay, hurry please."
As soon as the phone call ends, Klaus is ready to bombard her with questions. With a roll of her eyes, she finally turns to face him and runs a hand down the side of her face. "My best friend is good at finding dead bodies. No, I don't have an explanation for it; it's weird and insanely confusing. Yes, I'm going to help her, and no, you're not coming with me."
Nik's eyes widen in protest, his voice remaining in a loud whisper as they try to keep the sleeping Freya out of the predicament they've found themselves in. "Excuse me? I'm coming with you! I literally just heard you say, 'dead body'! That means it could be a sacrifice, which means the Darach is around."
"Yes, and if there's a body, it probably means there won't be another for a few days. I doubt this dark, non-witch person would be sticking around after the murder." Ophelia looks at her brother pointedly when he moves to follow her out the door. "Nik, please. I need to be there for Lydia because whatever is happening to her is freaking her out. She doesn't need a stranger adding to the stress of stumbling upon a dead person."
Gritting his teeth together in frustration, Klaus eventually huffs a sigh in defeat. Of course, he doesn't want to part from the girl given the distressed state she had been in only a few hours ago. However, she makes a good point. "Fine. But you come home straight after, okay?"
"You haven't been in my life for months, so you don't really have the right to get all protective and big brotherly on me now."
Watching her walk out the door, he stands frozen in a state of shock. He knows that her attitude is stemming from the overload of grief she feels, but it only reminds him of how absent he truly had been in her life because of how focused he had been on his daughter. He shouldn't feel guilty, mainly because Ophelia had told him to go back home and that she would be fine on her own in Beacon Hills, though that doesn't change how the sentence feels like a dagger has been plunged into his heart.
True to her word, it takes Ophelia five minutes to get to the high school. When she steps out of the car, she pleasantly finds a breeze floating through the air, providing a nice relief from the heat that had been most of this week so far. After multiple rings she had gotten through to Scott and Stiles, both boys informing that they would be a maximum of ten minutes, and that the former would message Allison considering Ophelia didn't have her number for obvious reasons. Leaning on the door to her car, Lydia has her hands pulled inside the sleeves of her thin black sweater and continues to nervously chew on her lip. A breath of relief leaves her when her eyes flick up at the sound of the engine to the red Porsche, and she quickly walks over to hug her friend without a single word.
Anything Ophelia had previously felt to do with Kol is now strongly masked over with the need to protect and comfort her friend. "Hey, you okay?"
"I didn't go anywhere," Lydia is quick to point out. "I stayed here, and I didn't go looking for them."
She interlaces their fingers together and tightly squeezes onto the strawberry blonde's hand. "C'mon, we'll go together. The boys and Allison should be here any second."
Right on cue, two cars and a green motorcycle pull up beside the parked Porsche, and their drivers jump out as soon as the engines are killed. Stiles is the first one to spot the pair standing to the side and his concerned eyes land on Lydia. "Shit, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Is someone dead?"
The Martin rolls her eyes and tilts her head to give her best friend a look. "You didn't tell them anything, did you?"
"I said to meet here because there's an emergency."
"So, no."
"No..."
Shocking everyone, although they each try not to show it, Allison stands beside Ophelia as she studies Lydia in worry. As in, she's within a metre of the hybrid willingly. Either she doesn't notice the glance the two boys share, or she does but doesn't care enough to comment on it. "Lydia, what happened?"
"It's the same thing, the same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different and ended up here."
"Yeah, and you made it explicitly clear last time that you were to be called when a dead body is discovered," Ophelia adds, directing her words to Stiles. "So, naturally, I called you after she called me."
If it is possible, Stiles' eyes widen further than they had already been. "Wait, you found a dead body?"
"Not yet," the two girls chorus together.
"Not yet?" Stiles repeats in exasperation. "What do you mean, 'not yet'?"
"As in, the body has yet to be discovered," Ophelia clarifies sarcastically.
"Fi, for future reference and clarification, you're supposed to call me after you, or Lydia, or whoever has already found the dead body."
Lydia scoffs as she crosses her arms over her chest and blows a strand of loose hair that has fallen into her eyes. "Oh, no. No, I'm not doing this shit again. You find the dead fucking body from now on."
"How are we supposed to find the dead fucking body?" Stiles questions incredulously, the volume of his voice raising out of frustration. "You're always the one finding the dead body!"
"I was about to go find the dead body!" Ophelia exclaims.
No one has seemed to notice that Scott has detached himself away from the group and is now staring at something off into the distance. "Guys," he calls out urgently. "... I found the dead body." Sure enough, the remaining teenagers walk up to him to follow his line of sight that leads to the Beacon Hills High School stone sign partially covered in a dark stain of blood. Draped across the top is a body that seems to be of female build.
Despite how grim the situation is, Ophelia laughs. It starts off as muffled giggles as she tries to suppress them, then it grows louder until she feels a stitch build in her stomach. Stiles shakes his head in disbelief. "Why the fuck are you laughing?"
Wiping a stray tear away from her cheek, she clears her throat and removes her eyes away from the mutilated corpse. "It's just hilarious that Scott was the one to find it." The werewolf turns to the side to stare blankly at her, deeply offended by the insinuation. "I mean, I should have noticed the blood. But you know, I've been distracted 'cause my brother and long-lost sister got in last night, then they told me my other brother, Kol, was murdered by one of my brothers who has apparently been reincarnated by my, technically, adoptive bitch of a mother who is now dead? And that he didn't even tell me he knew he was going to die?"
"Who did?" Stiles asks in confusion. There are far too many brothers for him to keep track of. He winces and nods in understanding when Scott nudges his side pointedly, and snaps his mouth shut.
"Bastard, right?" Ophelia continues over the top of the boy, not having heard his side comment. "So, you know, I'm not totally here with you all. Oh, and I think somehow I'm a little drunk? But that's not possible because I'm supernatural... Maybe it's off blood- can that even happen?"
Lydia's expression is one of sympathy, all concern for the dead body now replaced by one for the state of her friend's mental health. She wraps an arm around Ophelia's shoulders and looks between the three staring in shock from her rant. "I think I'm gonna drive her home, I'll see you guys for class."
"But what about my car?"
"Sweetheart, your car will be fine," Lydia reassures with a small chuckle.
Stiles blinks slowly as he finally registers everything that Ophelia had dumped upon them. "Shit," he states once Lydia's car has pulled out of the parking lot. "Do you think the long-lost sister is the witch? 'Cause we really need one right about now."
"Stiles," Allison calls out. She gives him a tiresome look. "That's all you got out of that?"
Scott sighs and points over to the body. "C'mon, we should call your dad. We'll deal with... everything else later."
"How many siblings do you think she actually has? Not including the dead ones, obviously. 'Cause I've only met her sister, and she's fucking terrifying."
"Stiles."
⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆
The second that the car parks in the driveway to Ophelia's house, Lydia shrieks in terror when a man is suddenly standing in front of the vehicle, his arms folded tightly across his shirt. The hybrid giggles deliriously and waves a hand in dismissal, holding up her middle finger to the stranger who has a scowl on his face. "Oh, don't worry about him. That's Nik!"
Lydia's eyes widen as she unclips her seatbelt. She tries to remain unbothered by the eyes on herself, yet her heart still hammers away in her chest. "Your brother, Nik? When did he get here? And why is he staring at me?"
"Like, three hours ago, and he's either hungry or he doesn't like you." Ophelia seems completely unbothered as she hops out the car, and beams brightly at her brother in greeting; an action that is the complete opposite to what she says next. "Fuck off and stop creeping my friend out."
Klaus' tongue clicks in realisation whilst he studies Lydia as she approaches the siblings cautiously. "Red hair, green eyes- ah, you're the infamous death radar girl."
This time, Lydia is the one to scowl. "I have a name, you know."
"Yes, I'm quite aware." His lips curl into a smile when Ophelia gives him a warning look, and his attitude flips. Klaus holds a hand out for the Martin to shake in greeting and he gives her a warm smile. "Lovely to finally meet you, Lydia. I've heard plenty of things about you. All fairly good, don't worry."
"Well, I'm fucking exhausted," Ophelia cuts in with a loud yawn. Her chin leans atop Klaus' shoulder, and she stays in the position when learning that he isn't about to shove her off.
"Um, she told us about..." Lydia trails off with uncertainty, hesitant to bring up the name of their recently deceased brother. Her friend had mentioned her family plenty of times in conversation, even going to share the details of how her older siblings are the Original vampires, except for Niklaus, who is of a hybrid nature like herself. It's for that reason that she's reluctant to directly place Kol's name in a sentence. Either one of them could snap.
Niklaus gives her a brief nod in understanding, his eyes flicking between the two girls. "Right, I'm sure she did. Thank you for bringing her home, Lydia."
Based on the curt and simple reply, the strawberry blonde understands the silent and implied request that it's best for her to leave. "No worries." She gives her friend a soft smile. "Call me if you need anything, and don't worry about the body. We'll sort it out."
"Thanks," Ophelia whispers. "Good night."
As Klaus guides her back into the house, she refuses to let the tears fall that have once again lined her eyes. They found the body, yet she doesn't feel the dread that she should because it's another sacrifice to be added to ever growing list. The plan to set her grief aside worked for maybe twenty, thirty minutes at most before she lost it. Even with Nik, Freya, and the countless friends to help support her through the sorrow and raw pain, Ophelia isn't sure how long her sanity will remain intact for. No matter how much she wishes she could curl into a hole of depression again, she needs to find a way to kill this Darach. Because her friends are still alive, and if she has a say in it, they would all stay that way.
𝘏𝘪 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴!!
𝘏𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢.. 𝘚𝘰 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘦.𝘨 𝘒𝘰𝘭'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘢'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘙𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘌𝘷𝘢'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 6 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.
𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘖𝘧𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘒𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦...
𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 5 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 6 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 3𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘥-
𝘎𝘜𝘠𝘚.
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.
𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦!!!
𝘓𝘪𝘷 𝘹𝘹
(gif by hazzawckd)