♡ PSA: THAT GIRL Is A Goddamn Problem ♡

Links:
♡ ~ Beginning of Our Road Trip
♡ ~ We Meet My Old Master
♡ ~ Sanna's Losing Her Little Mind 
♡ ~ And Even More Of Her Little Mind
♡ ~ And Even More

JEEZ, trust Alexandria to give only ONE half of the story..........

Just stay away from her.

She is a problem.

Sanna is, to put it lightly and sensitively, a fucking nightmare to work with and I would rather dive naked into a slurry pit than work with her again. All of this, while I'm trying to drive. You have to understand that I was at the end of my tether – no exaggeration here.

Where do I start? She was rather blank, but demanding as fuck, like how am I supposed to know what you want if you're expressing the emotional depth of a spanner? I thought I was the Nest here. She wasn't focusing. She wouldn't go near crowded places. She would not let me touch her at all, unless I moved quickly enough. Every shadow made her flinch. Moments when she'd randomly lose it and start fucking crying again or lash out at me, verbally or otherwise. And she shattered my side mirror in fright because she thought she saw someone in it, clung to her gun like it was a childhood blankie, she was glancing all around everywhere and checking every freaking square metre of a location.

When she FINALLY settled down to sleep in her hypervigilance, she always woke up like ten minutes later screaming like someone had chucked boiling acid on her face.

Every time my phone went off, she broke down into tears, begging some unknown thing not to hurt her. Even when I changed the ringtone from Bad Medicine to Blurred Lines. Unwisely, I tried to get her to talk to me in more detail about what Morningstar had done, in the hopes that it would be therapeutic. Therapeutic, my arse. She jumped out the car, she ran across the fucking motorway, and then she hid from me. It took me two goddamn hours to find her. And two hours more to chase her down.

Basically, that girl is a goddamn problem. AND A FUCKING NUKE ON COUNTDOWN. Avoid at all costs.

♡ Tectonic Plates, Drifting Apart ♡

MUSICCCCC!!! I know you must have all been so so sooooo worried about me, well don't worry, I'm alive and my face is still pretty.

So, this is what happened. Everest, Milo and I went out to capture and interrogate some Crimson Knights. Names, Fiamma and Lorenz. Nests and Crimson Knights both being very powerful, one makes it the other's business when their bases start to get attacked, along with Timberwolf turf. To our dismay, Crimson Knights have never been known for their willingness to talk during interrogation. :3

All we got out of Lorenz: "They visited us in the night... they are unseen. Cloaked. Unnatural. They made the fires. In their wake – crumbled brimstone, fire, destruction. Forever gone, tearing out the delicate pink intestines of our lives as a silk-weaver correcting a mistake... then gone... evanescent, as if a ghost... so powerful... such beauty, wisdom, grace... and their will has a special name... reality."

All we got out of Fiamma: "We were in awe; the Timberwolves were screaming, ripping up and down octaves in agony. But we did not foresee them coming after us..."

A Fear??? A hive mind??? I don't know!!!!! Now we've all got to be on our toes for this third party – no, probably like the millionth party by now. Turns out it was a double set-up for me, because Everest and Milo chose to jump me once we had put Lorenz and Fiamma out of their Everest-induced misery.

But. We fighter servant girls. We're not all just medics. This ain't A Farewell To Arms, bitches!! Something that eluded Everest when he grabbed my forearm. I stopped, still. Pretended to cry like :'3

"You know you have nothing now," he said. "And when we get home from this, Rory will have nothing--"

"I do have one thing."

"Cute. What is it?"

"My other arm!!!" I knocked him in the face, stamped on his knee and started running. Told Rory to get his ass out and meet me at an undisclosed location. Which brings us to now. THANKS A LOT, MORNINGSTAR. SEE WHAT YOU DID???? NOW THEY ARE OUT TO KILL ME!!! :'(

Still curious as to who they are, and why their will is so important. Fears??? Attendants??? No. They wouldn't get involved. It's not their turf. Which leaves............ nothing.

Gonna go visit our mutual friend Sanna now, I guess. Might take her and Rory back to England with me. 

Later. :) x

Rory.

Maddie here. I'm OK. Rory, I need you to get off my account, stop pretending you're a gangsta, pack up, but only take the essential things; we can't take your Xbox or anything. Go to where I said we would meet, and I'll explain everything. You'll be safe, I promise.

-Maddie

MADDIE is missing, just FYI

Toppa the morning to ye mutharfuckars. Name's Rory. I like Eminem and Shakespeare ("Peace, ho! Caesar speaks"). Yah, I'm Irish, all of me. A hustler never forget where he come from.

Just hollerin that Madz be out somewhere without tellin us, Everest an Milo are looking for her and I just gotta sit here shoving Jammie Dodgers into my chomper.

Why won't they let me go with? Well you know, same ol' shiznit, they say I be too young to be a gangster, well shiet don't yous think that we grow up faster in this wild-ass world, n'mean? I got that semi on my waist and I'm blastin a short life ahead, I got as much heavy as the next killer and I make gunfire confetti like I made your mothar hot last night.

Right where was I goin with this deezy? Oh, so Madz is missin, any info or shit would be straight-up bangin bitches and we will spit some coin in it.

Anyway Madz is a tough bitch; I dunna be fretting over it. I'm gonna be playin Call of Duty ownin hoes so I won't be able to holler back right-up. 

Slán go fóill, motherfuckars.

Rory

♡ You Are A Toy ♡

I don't know why people are saying Sanna has changed. This is exactly the Sanna I know. No self-respect. Picks an authority figure, idolises them, and wonders why she's left out in the cold.

Painful to watch, girl. It's painful to watch. Let me start this with a callback to your childhood, Sanna:

YOU! ARE! A! TOYYYY!

You accuse me of being naive with Everest? Kelevra's no friend of yours. You can't trust him. He only wants one thing from you – destruction. Do you really find it a coincidence that he only shows an interest once you kill someone? Tell me something, sweetheart. If Kelevra respected you, do you think he would have waited to save you? Do you think he would have left you all alone in hospital? Do you think he would have kept you alive?

He doesn't respect you, Sanna. He never has. He never will. You're as much of a toy to him as you are to Morningstar. So Morningstar puts you through the most grotesque torture, and Kelevra condones it, and you STILL consider him a friend? You STILL trust him? You may as well trust Morningstar. They'll dress you up, brush your hair and push you out there to do destruction, and if you do not do that, they'll destroy you. You will be a failed experiment. And so you will be terminated. And then your dead body will be a cute little fuck doll for Kelevra. Oh, sorry, maybe I should add he only wants two things. :3

And you will deserve it, because you don't respect yourself, you let yourself be a toy for the psychos and you'll never be able live any other way. You'll constantly play into their hands, bend over backwards for them, because it's all you know. What you're best at.  Young, malleable little girl. You're perfect for psychos, it's why they like you, so easily fooled, so blindly trusting, even forgiving. And what of when you grow older? Honey, I don't think you'll live longer on this wild road.

As for the rest of the commenters? You're a freak to them, a lost cause, broken. You showed signs of insanity, coldness, you got the Morningstar bug, and now you're an outcast. You didn't keep to the line.

You're alone.

Hell, even us psychos don't want you.

Seen the Slender Man lately? No? I don't even think he wants you. Alone. But where's the Cold Boy? Nah, I don't think he'd want you either. Broken. Worthless. Too bad for the good guys. Too good for the bad guys. Alone.

You should totes kill yourself.

"Fucking bitch. Affiliating with Morningstar? What were you thinking? You want to get us on a plate? Think of Rory, for fuck's sake. If you wanted that girl dead, you should have come to us. We've always got your back."

"I didn't mean it, Everest."

"You didn't mean it? Oh, of course. You didn't mean it. Simply, your hands slipped across the keyboard, made all those posts, filled in all those fucking verification codes – you didn't fucking mean it, by the Glorious Flight, throw logic out the motherfucking windows 'cause Madelyn didn't mean it! Is that why you plotted with him and then bitched out when he turned against you?"

"I thought it would be OK, Everest."

"But of course. I see no flaw in planning with the Azoth whores, you know, just your natural enemy. Not a big deal. What the fuck did you expect?"

"I’m sorry, Everest."

"You will be. Go to the attic and don't come back down until we decide on a punishment. Go on, go. Fuck off. You make me sick."

♡ Click here. ♡

Found you, Sanna.

Don't believe me?

Look below this text. Or perhaps above your own little head . . .

You move fast, but not that fast.

Took longer than I thought.


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♡ Earthquake O'Clock ♡

It's time.

Hey, Sanna. :] Have some music that will bring back some....... memories for you. Am I correct in thinking you and Oscar were Pendulum fans, that this was the kind of music you would have listened to when the violence began? Huh, and you were so happy to tell me about everything except that. Not a word on it. Not even a hint!!!! The cheek. >:(

Got some birds going on the loose looking for yas. I think I have a good idea of where you went....... because I know what languages you did at school. I remember driving you home from that place. Rain, snow or shine, little Sanna in her school uniform, running up the whole block to the Sainsbury's car park just to tell me all about your day. I remember every last thing. A young girl, no grasp of the world beyond what you saw, no hold on the atrocities you would soon be committing........ and not regretting..... oh, snookums.

Are you afraid of Morningstar? It seems you are. That's great!!! :3 Just read up on his antics. Blood-filled. My kind of guy.

All the others that threatened to come after you. They didn't know you, they had to get to know you. But I know already.

I know your allies, merciless and merciful.

I know where you would go to for safety, come Slender Man or swarm.

I know the pitter-patter of your footsteps when you run, playground or no playground.

I know your voice.

I know your gait.

I'll know when any of these things have changed.

And that information is fully available to Morningstar.

See you soon. <3