WARNING: CHILDREN YOU MIGHT NOT WANNA READ THIS. JUST SAYING. I don't actually know how to put music in the background but imma learn. also, I did not draw this I have no clue who did but I just did a little editing. but, here is Katty Karma's backstory. Kat, living with her best friend. Kat, a happy, successful adult. Kat, completely stress free and loving life. Those are all false. Kat’s best friend, Ivy, had passed away when they were both only sixteen. No one ever knew how Ivy died, all the people knew was that she was dead. The day that everyone heard the news of Ivy being… Well dead, Kat vowed to become an author and write a book dedicated to Ivy. And she had done just that. Kat had gotten a computer, used her parents old bedroom as an office, and got a lot of paper and ink. Like, a lot. Kat’s life after Evie’s death spiraled down and down, never stopping. She never thought that she would ever be happy again. The days just repeated over and over, the endless cycle never breaking. Until now. Kat sat at her small desk, surrounded by mirrors, as she always would a little bit after lunch. Kat grew tired of writing quickly, and had no more ideas afterwards. She studied herself in the large mirrors surrounding her. Kat had brown-ish hair that went way past her waist; purple bags underneath her eyes, the aftermath of Middle School; she wore what she always did: a short-sleeved shirt with baggy, rough jeans. Quickly leaving the room, she ventured out in the small hallway. The three doors were where they always were. The last one, her bedroom, where Ivy had slept so many nights… Nevermind. Kat slowly stumbled down the odd semi-circle stairs, practically letting herself fall down them. She was greeted by the same L-shaped, gray couch and other gray furniture. Everything was where it always was. The large, old TV where Ivy and Kat used to watch movies and the drawer with all of their anime and the look on Ivy’s face when Kat gave her popcorn even when she said no and then she started eating it out of kindness and then when the movie was over they would retreat to the upstairs. I’m getting sidetracked. I must stay on the topic. Kat had walked onto the cold tile floors of the kitchen, pins and needles striking her arms and legs as the chilly tiles mildly shocked her. Spicy Doritos. Her mind said. Ivy. Her heart said. No snack. Her conscious said. And who was winning? Take a lucky guess. Kat went back into the den, and sat at her favorite seat. The seat she would always sit on to watch movies with Ivy… She slowly stood, bending down towards the drawer on the black TV stand. Once she had pulled it open, the first movie she saw was Princess Mononoke. Ivy’s favorite… Why? Why did everything I did or touched it would remind me of Ivy? The next movie that caught her eye was Howl’s Moving Castle. Ivy had put her on a ban for that movie. Oh god why. Ponyo. Whisper of the Heart. Nausicaa of The Valley of The Wind. Castle in the Sky. When Marnie Was There. All these Ivy had introduced to Kat. Kat shook her head, trying to clear the thought of her…best...friend...who… who…. I can’t even bring myself to type it. So I just won’t. The sound of glass breaking could suddenly be heard from one of the rooms in the house. Kat quickly rushed around the house, checking off rooms as she went. One last room. (part two in notes and credits.)
(part 2) Kat's bedroom. She slowly opened the door, the creaking of it echoing in her ears. Once the door was open wide enough for her to see, she heard a tired laugh. “Why hello there, Katty.” A woman said. “Hey!” Kat shouted, “Only Ivy can call me that!” The woman laughed again, “How could she if she’s dead?” At this, Kat’s breathing quickened and it was as if her heart wanted to leap out of her chest. She felt heat fill her face as she took one step forward. “Who are you!?” Kat demanded. The woman threw her hands in the air, “Mackenzie! You know, from Elementary, Middle School? High School?” Mackenzie. Mackenzie was a bully that targeted Kat in school. I know it’s a small world but, why would she break into Kat’s house? “And why would you break into my house?” Kat asked, noticing the glass strewn about on the floor. “Oh, you don’t remember? Let me refresh your memory. We were twelve years old, and back in school after the Coronavirus. Remember? You, me and that friend of yours were all outside. And what do you and Ivy do? Push me into a pit of mud. Then, you two ran away to the other side of the playground. Everyone called me Muddy Mackenzie and they still do! I’m here to get you back for that.” Kat recalled the time that Mackenzie had just said, she was correct. Kaitlyn had pushed her, while Ivy recorded of course, out of pure hatred. It was fun. “Really?” Kat asked, “So that’s why I’m wasting my time talking to you.” A look of immense anger crossed Mackenzies face as she slowly pulled a (sharpness thingy) out of her back pocket. Kat acted fast, grabbing her thickest hardcover book on the nearby shelf. Then, rushing over to Mackenzie, in an I shaped motion hit her over the head with it. “Maybe books really are the best weapons.” Kat said in astonishment. She grabbed two zip ties off of the same shelf that Kat had grabbed the book off of. The zip ties she normally used to keep pages together, looping them around holes in the paper. She quickly fastened Mackenzie’s hands and ankles together, then left. The last thing on Kat's mind was to call the cops. The first thing on her mind was write a book about Mackenzie breaking into her house and trying to (censored) her. It must be confessed, I wa- Kat was an idiot. An absolute idiot. She went to her office, and sat down at her desk. Little did she know, Mackenzie had since woken up, and cut the zip ties. Mackenzie had slowly crept into Kat’s office, Kaitlyn completely oblivious towards the strange presence Mackenzie brought to the room. Kat started to hum to herself, she finally found an idea for something new. (oki I have to censor this but basically she got stabbed in the back) Kat, one step closer to her best friend. Kat, happy in (censored??). But, now she is only a story that parents tell their children to scare them to bed, saying that if you see strange messages written across the walls, that means she's here. Everyone believed that she caused karma, and if one was to wrong someone else she would extract revenge. So, parents would say, Go to sleep, or Katty Karma will get you at night! And then the children will respond with, No don’t let The Karma get me! and quickly cover themselves with blankets. But, Kat’s story was never complete. No one really knows how she died. The people guess (censored?). Which is stupid because how would one (you know what this says) in their own back? And, if one was commiting (t h i n g), why would they bother to break a window? Considering how the “investigation” of her death went, I don’t think anyone will ever know how I- Kat actually died. As for how she is now? She’s currently still looking for Ivy, continuing to write her novels and short stories as she goes, hoping that at some point her friend will pick up one of her books and come back to her… one day…… (oki i had to censor a lot of it bc i really dont wanna get blocked that actually happened to my friend and now she cant go on scratch, but i think you can guess what things are supposed to say. thanks for reading and I hope you liked it!)
