Claws clinging. Bl00d everywhere. And then. Annelid. She was dead. Nova had done it. She'd done what her mother wanted her to do. Kill. Be a murderer. She'd succeeded, didn't she? He went down his mother's path. Would Vanilla look at her as a monster? Would it be worth it? She fell to the floor, clutching her gone eye. Gone. Gone. Gone. A horrid scream filled the air. It hurt. IT HURT. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. A mix of tears and blood dripped to the floor. One for Annelid. One for Vanilla's pain. One for Shrouded. One for Awakenednightmare. One for her. But it was all worth it. Finally, /she/ would be proud.
