Scarletfox

I want to get my pilot's license.

What music have you been listening to lately?

oops, sorry, Po!

What is the most impactful song you've listened to? (kind of going along with Po)

"Welcome to the show, yes you may! What solution do you propose to help the woman who was turned into a llama?

"May I ask who's calling?"

Do you enjoy eating popcorn?

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific."

I have begun the process. I helped a lot. Hey, what about me? You helped as well, but I like to think I did most of it. This is getting hard, so I'm using the misspelling generator. Pure skills right there.

"Um, well, uh, how exactly will that help the lady who has been turned into a llama?"

"Welcome to the show, Fi! What solution do you propose?"

"May I ask who's calling?"

*beep beep beep beep* "What a shame! It looks like Mr. Uh. . . This is. . . Um. . . I’m Bob. I think? I don’t know. You can call me. . . Uh. . . Bob smith Jeff. Or just bob. Yeah, that. Just bob just got mysteriously disconnected! Ah snap. Do we have any other callers?"

I should be doing Chemistry, but here I am. Yeet.

I want to join the ranks! I love grammar! @DramaQueen

Fox looked at the information about Queen. Some of the information was very interesting. The girl's honesty, though, was surprising to Fox. It could all be a ruse. Somehow, it could be more of that voodoo trickery that Winter and Nath played with. Even if it were true, the promise was still just that... a promise. Fox sighed. She had seen similar things in Nath, and where had that gotten her? This person seemed to be sincere, but so did Nath. She seemed to want to help, but so did Nath. She seemed to have the means to help, but so did Nath. Even if she was sincere, and could help, people change. Someone who could help you one day could stab you in the back the very next day. Two...

Fox said nothing. She had discovered over the years that promises never meant anything. People always said that they wanted to help you, they promised that they would, but what happened? Her... sister had promised to help, her brother promised to help, Nath had promised to help, but where were they? They had all abandoned her. And now this Queen promised to help? It was a never-ending cycle of trust. Fox was weary. She was weary of the cycle. She would not allow herself to fall back into it once more. This Queen had access to all of her thoughts, and at a whim, could reveal them to the world. No matter how many things this person did to show themselves 'trustworthy', there would be no way for Fox to know what was really going on in their brain. Fox addressed the person, I do a little bit, however I believe my mind should stay my own. Please kindly extract yourself from my brain, or I will be forced to do it myself. I give you until the count of three. One...

Fox was quiet for a moment. Ok. she said emotionlessly. She was not sure if she trusted this person enough to believe her, but what could Fox do to stop her anyway? Although I'm not exactly sure what's wrong. Other than that everything hurts. Who are you?

There was someone there. There was someone in her brain again. That might cause some problems. What are you going to do? Fox asked coldly.

After short intervals of screaming, which were marked by something that sounded quite like a hiccup, but in reality was a gasp of air, Fox's screams turned into intense coughing. Then the coughing subsided after a few moments, and Fox just lay there, eyes glazed over. The scenes continued to play in the back of Fox's head, but they were not the main event. The main event was a blur of something... blue.... That literally meant nothing to Fox. Why had she allowed herself to scream? How had it gotten through? Surely she could have stopped it somehow. Next time, she would stop it. Pain meant nothing. It was just a minor setback. Unfortunately for her, in this instance, it would not allow her to move. So maybe it was a bit of a setback. @KyL @Channelknight Fadran @DramaQueen

Fox experiences three things. She is living three lives. Fox is being burned. Slowly. Being rotisseried over an atrocious lake of fiery doom. Her hoodie catches on fire, and she feels her skin turning black as it is scorched beyond recognition. At the same time, she is freezing to death. In a tiny ice cave, just big enough to hold her. She is curled up in a ball, completely and utterly alone. There is hard ice above her, beneath her, in her... Her fingers are frosting over. Fox rubs her hand's together, but it causes the brittle ice to shatter. Her hands are gone. And at the same time, she is with her brother and that other redhead. They are dying. Over and over and over and over again. First brother kills the redhead, then she kills him, and then, they both die by Fox's hand. The grief and sadness overwhelms her. Fox watches as these things happen, but they mean nothing to her. All that matters is the pain that it causes. Fox continued to convulse on the ground, but then she seemed to relax, without relaxing. She stopped shaking, but her body was still taut with tension. Fox feels one of the scenes becoming less vivid. It's as if it is fading away... as if it had never happened. It is gone. Then, the other two scenes become darker, as if someone turned out some of the lights, but her torment from them increases. Fox's eyes flutter open for a moment, unfocused, but open. She opens her mouth to take in a deep breath of air, but it turns into a precursor gasp to the scream that immediately leaps from her lips, a free newsletter of agony for all to read. @KyL @DramaQueen @Channelknight Fadran