Random Scenarios from the darkest parts of my head { 2021 - 2022 }

{ 7 - Emotional tortuRe starring le duCk }

Just merely pulling onto that chain that'd kept her in place, she managed for her head to somewhat inch closer to that wall, and utter a mildly louder, ❝What do you want!?❞

The sounds stopped in response, a muffled call of her own name from the other side causing her to pause. Within a second, that stress that'd suddenly caused her to stiffen up; for her systems to shut away any other thinking capability, diminished to a somewhat calmer feeling, a lessening of that tightness, really ... Now, she only replied to that, with a much less terrified, ❝Yeah ... The next room.❞ after which, a — shaky at first — deep exhale was given to somewhat loosen out any other distressing emotion there was ...

Surprised:

... Head tilting, she stared to the latter; optics flickering to a brighter hue upon the sudden bewilderment the action had forced them to be in. It wasn't everyday for something like that, to be tossed her way, as if it all was her fault, hence the reason for that uncertain reaction. She didn't know how else to react to the blame, at least not then ... The words had only caused her to pause, almost as if it were in time, even, if, everything else around wasn't moving, that is ...

Irritated:

... Restraining herself from saying much, she only lightly nudged the smaller mascot away from herself, and continued her venture towards the Parts & Service. However, she'd only taken a few steps forward, when the latter once again, clung to her with an obvious giggle. That only agitated her more, and she pretty much pushed her away, with a brightened flicker within the eyes clearly indicating for her to not bother, at the moment. When she turned away to start forward again, a certain fellow withered called out to her; to which her response was an abrupt, yet seemingly attempted-kinder, ❝Yeah!?❞ but, there was still this unusual bite, that you wouldn't hear in the voice of the typical, softer Chica ...

Frustrated:

... Here they were again ... the pirate just sitting next to the ursine, telling his 'oh-so-marvelous' tale. If it had been shorter, it wouldn't have been of much problem. Sadly, it was the opposite; just as long as this one half-hour that was intended for only the two of them, and their conversations. It was so bothersome at that point, that even the other's smallest movement was getting on her 'nerves'. She'd exchanged a glance with the bear; who'd given her a half-lidded eye of ... a similar expression, mixed with, well, helplessness; that being since the male had instructed the vulpine to leave more than just a few times, but, the other would only shake it off with a, " 'Twill only las' fer a wee bit longer." That ' wee bit ' was the end of time, when the whole group would reunite as every other day.

Eventually, she grew tired of it, and, without really giving a warning or anything, stood from her spot beside the wall opposing them, stepped over to the russet mascot, and rewarded him with a hard arm smack across the face. She then waited for him to regain his 'lost senses', before hissing a, ❝Know the word quiet? Or do you need to learn that as well!?❞ ...

Rage:

... Now, at that, she abruptly came to a halt ... A scoff escaping her voice-box. It wasn't for her to actually be this aggressed, but the latter's constant pinching onto that tender point was intolerable by that time. Head turning to her shoulder, she instantaneously spat a, ❝Got more to say, faceless!?❞

Before any response was elicited by the male, she cut him off abruptly, snapping a loud enough, ❝No-o!? Good! Mind your w-words, ne-ext time!❞ for once, her voice had raised from the typical quiet tone. Her whole posture was stiff, each limb faintly tremor-ing even, due to the action being suppressed, still ... However, all that aggression was purely visible within her eyes as they — despite unable to show any expression other than the wide-eye stare — seemed to be glaring sharply, in just the other's direction ...

Disgust:

... Glancing to what her counterpart had in her hands, she snorted a little, before shaking her head and looking towards a side instead. Regardless of the shorter female's reaction to that, a quiet, ❝Keep that away.❞ was muttered, after which she plainly shifted away from the latter, only merely grunting to herself as she trudged past her, attempting at brushing off that sight from her mind with a second shake of her head ...

Envious:

... While her gaze stayed locked with her counterpart's poster, her head slightly tilted to the direction the male's voice had sounded from, but she didn't pay much focus to it at that point, having a mere snort follow to the other's approach, and right as he'd reached her, a quiet, ❝Sometimes, I wonder how it'd feel, to see her the way I am ...❞ made its way from her voice-box. Her tone wasn't scornful, or aggressed, but yet still, spite laced every single word ...

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