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[ Starter with @soup-er-villain ]

Molly gripped the doorknob tightly. Martin had left her locked outside yet again, and the torrent of rain only made things worse.

He’s forgotten so many times.. You’d think he would realize one of his kids weren’t there inside with him. The young girl shook her head slightly and knelt down. Where was the spare key again?

She pulled up the small mat and peeked under it. Hoping and begging that it was there. Another small sigh escaped from her lips; Of course it wasn’t there. Why had she even bothered to check? Her ‘father’ obviously wouldn’t have returned the key.

She stood up and bit back the urge to cry. When was this ever going to stop? Maybe she should find shelter elsewhere since Martin didn’t seem too bothered.

As she turned to walk down the street, thoughts crowded into her mind like a swarm of hornets. Maybe he meant to do this. Maybe she did something to pique Martin.

“GIOVANNI! THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!!!”

He was confused. Why would there be a little girl at the door, he—

Oh crap it was probably Bear Trap.

“COMING, MOM!!!!!”

Giovanni paused the game and ran to the door. He opened the door to see Molly.

“Bear Trap! Geez, you’re dripping wet! I’ll get you a towel!”

He ran to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. He immediately tried to dry her off, but there wasn’t really any helping her clothes.

“One second, let me go find something!”

He ran back to his room, grabbed some clothes and came back to Molly.

Molly blinked up at Giovanni as he opened the door. As he spoke and left to grab a towel, she fiddled with the drenched straps on her bag. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered him. What if he was busy?

The contact with the towel jolted her back to reality. The small girl gave off a shudder. Molly would ruffle her hair slightly, nodding as he left again. She hugged the towel and looked around, taking off her boots and setting them by the door. Wouldn’t want to track dirt inside the house.

She mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ as Gio handed her the clothes. She’d make her way to the restroom and quickly clean herself up.

“Come to my room when you’re all dressed n’ stuff! It’s upstairs, first door on the right!”

He smiled, and patted the spot next to him on the bed.

She’d most likely forget about being locked outside again; Her memory seems to be just like her father’s, in a way. But things like being forgotten don’t pass easily.

He runs somewhere else on the map.

“I already finished one over here, look!”

He smiles proudly.

She had never played Animal Crossing; Even if she tried to make something like that, it’d end in disaster.

He hit the save button, and quit the game. He hovered over Pokémon for a second before opening it.

She never really had an opportunity to see these games; That must be why she’s so fascinated. But either way, they had captivated her interest.

He opens up his save file, and goes to the “Pokémon” menu.

“Here’s my party! I have Shortcake the Alcremie, Acidius the Inteleon…”

He selected a Scrafty.

“This Scrafty is a dark and fighting type!”

He moved down to an Abra.

“That sounds interesting. And confusing.”

He opened up the “Boxes” menu. This man had nearly a full living dex inside of the boxes. He went to the section of boxes for Jhoto Pokémon.

“This is Teddiursa and Ursaring. They’re normal types.”

He moved to the ones for Unova Pokémon.

“This is Cubchoo and Beartic! Those are the bear Pokémon I can remember off the top of my head.”

That’s what Martin told her.

He looks over at her confused.

[ Starter with @soup-er-villain ]

Molly gripped the doorknob tightly. Martin had left her locked outside yet again, and the torrent of rain only made things worse.

He’s forgotten so many times.. You’d think he would realize one of his kids weren’t there inside with him. The young girl shook her head slightly and knelt down. Where was the spare key again?

She pulled up the small mat and peeked under it. Hoping and begging that it was there. Another small sigh escaped from her lips; Of course it wasn’t there. Why had she even bothered to check? Her ‘father’ obviously wouldn’t have returned the key.

She stood up and bit back the urge to cry. When was this ever going to stop? Maybe she should find shelter elsewhere since Martin didn’t seem too bothered.

As she turned to walk down the street, thoughts crowded into her mind like a swarm of hornets. Maybe he meant to do this. Maybe she did something to pique Martin.

“GIOVANNI! THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!!!”

He was confused. Why would there be a little girl at the door, he—

Oh crap it was probably Bear Trap.

“COMING, MOM!!!!!”

Giovanni paused the game and ran to the door. He opened the door to see Molly.

“Bear Trap! Geez, you’re dripping wet! I’ll get you a towel!”

He ran to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. He immediately tried to dry her off, but there wasn’t really any helping her clothes.

“One second, let me go find something!”

He ran back to his room, grabbed some clothes and came back to Molly.

Molly blinked up at Giovanni as he opened the door. As he spoke and left to grab a towel, she fiddled with the drenched straps on her bag. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered him. What if he was busy?

The contact with the towel jolted her back to reality. The small girl gave off a shudder. Molly would ruffle her hair slightly, nodding as he left again. She hugged the towel and looked around, taking off her boots and setting them by the door. Wouldn’t want to track dirt inside the house.

She mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ as Gio handed her the clothes. She’d make her way to the restroom and quickly clean herself up.

“Come to my room when you’re all dressed n’ stuff! It’s upstairs, first door on the right!”

He smiled, and patted the spot next to him on the bed.

She’d most likely forget about being locked outside again; Her memory seems to be just like her father’s, in a way. But things like being forgotten don’t pass easily.

He runs somewhere else on the map.

“I already finished one over here, look!”

He smiles proudly.

She had never played Animal Crossing; Even if she tried to make something like that, it’d end in disaster.

He hit the save button, and quit the game. He hovered over Pokémon for a second before opening it.

She never really had an opportunity to see these games; That must be why she’s so fascinated. But either way, they had captivated her interest.

He opens up his save file, and goes to the “Pokémon” menu.

“Here’s my party! I have Shortcake the Alcremie, Acidius the Inteleon…”

He selected a Scrafty.

“This Scrafty is a dark and fighting type!”

He moved down to an Abra.

“That sounds interesting. And confusing.”

He opened up the “Boxes” menu. This man had nearly a full living dex inside of the boxes. He went to the section of boxes for Jhoto Pokémon.

“This is Teddiursa and Ursaring. They’re normal types.”

He moved to the ones for Unova Pokémon.

“This is Cubchoo and Beartic! Those are the bear Pokémon I can remember off the top of my head.”

That’s what Martin told her.

He looks over at her confused.

[ Starter with @soup-er-villain ]

Molly gripped the doorknob tightly. Martin had left her locked outside yet again, and the torrent of rain only made things worse.

He’s forgotten so many times.. You’d think he would realize one of his kids weren’t there inside with him. The young girl shook her head slightly and knelt down. Where was the spare key again?

She pulled up the small mat and peeked under it. Hoping and begging that it was there. Another small sigh escaped from her lips; Of course it wasn’t there. Why had she even bothered to check? Her ‘father’ obviously wouldn’t have returned the key.

She stood up and bit back the urge to cry. When was this ever going to stop? Maybe she should find shelter elsewhere since Martin didn’t seem too bothered.

As she turned to walk down the street, thoughts crowded into her mind like a swarm of hornets. Maybe he meant to do this. Maybe she did something to pique Martin.

“GIOVANNI! THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!!!”

He was confused. Why would there be a little girl at the door, he—

Oh crap it was probably Bear Trap.

“COMING, MOM!!!!!”

Giovanni paused the game and ran to the door. He opened the door to see Molly.

“Bear Trap! Geez, you’re dripping wet! I’ll get you a towel!”

He ran to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. He immediately tried to dry her off, but there wasn’t really any helping her clothes.

“One second, let me go find something!”

He ran back to his room, grabbed some clothes and came back to Molly.

Molly blinked up at Giovanni as he opened the door. As he spoke and left to grab a towel, she fiddled with the drenched straps on her bag. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered him. What if he was busy?

The contact with the towel jolted her back to reality. The small girl gave off a shudder. Molly would ruffle her hair slightly, nodding as he left again. She hugged the towel and looked around, taking off her boots and setting them by the door. Wouldn’t want to track dirt inside the house.

She mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ as Gio handed her the clothes. She’d make her way to the restroom and quickly clean herself up.

“Come to my room when you’re all dressed n’ stuff! It’s upstairs, first door on the right!”

He smiled, and patted the spot next to him on the bed.

She’d most likely forget about being locked outside again; Her memory seems to be just like her father’s, in a way. But things like being forgotten don’t pass easily.

He runs somewhere else on the map.

“I already finished one over here, look!”

He smiles proudly.

She had never played Animal Crossing; Even if she tried to make something like that, it’d end in disaster.

He hit the save button, and quit the game. He hovered over Pokémon for a second before opening it.

She never really had an opportunity to see these games; That must be why she’s so fascinated. But either way, they had captivated her interest.

He opens up his save file, and goes to the “Pokémon” menu.

“Here’s my party! I have Shortcake the Alcremie, Acidius the Inteleon…”

He selected a Scrafty.

“This Scrafty is a dark and fighting type!”

He moved down to an Abra.

“That sounds interesting. And confusing.”

He opened up the “Boxes” menu. This man had nearly a full living dex inside of the boxes. He went to the section of boxes for Jhoto Pokémon.

“This is Teddiursa and Ursaring. They’re normal types.”

He moved to the ones for Unova Pokémon.

“This is Cubchoo and Beartic! Those are the bear Pokémon I can remember off the top of my head.”

That’s what Martin told her.

He looks over at her confused.

[ Starter with @soup-er-villain ]

Molly gripped the doorknob tightly. Martin had left her locked outside yet again, and the torrent of rain only made things worse.

He’s forgotten so many times.. You’d think he would realize one of his kids weren’t there inside with him. The young girl shook her head slightly and knelt down. Where was the spare key again?

She pulled up the small mat and peeked under it. Hoping and begging that it was there. Another small sigh escaped from her lips; Of course it wasn’t there. Why had she even bothered to check? Her ‘father’ obviously wouldn’t have returned the key.

She stood up and bit back the urge to cry. When was this ever going to stop? Maybe she should find shelter elsewhere since Martin didn’t seem too bothered.

As she turned to walk down the street, thoughts crowded into her mind like a swarm of hornets. Maybe he meant to do this. Maybe she did something to pique Martin.

“GIOVANNI! THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!!!”

He was confused. Why would there be a little girl at the door, he—

Oh crap it was probably Bear Trap.

“COMING, MOM!!!!!”

Giovanni paused the game and ran to the door. He opened the door to see Molly.

“Bear Trap! Geez, you’re dripping wet! I’ll get you a towel!”

He ran to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. He immediately tried to dry her off, but there wasn’t really any helping her clothes.

“One second, let me go find something!”

He ran back to his room, grabbed some clothes and came back to Molly.

Molly blinked up at Giovanni as he opened the door. As he spoke and left to grab a towel, she fiddled with the drenched straps on her bag. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered him. What if he was busy?

The contact with the towel jolted her back to reality. The small girl gave off a shudder. Molly would ruffle her hair slightly, nodding as he left again. She hugged the towel and looked around, taking off her boots and setting them by the door. Wouldn’t want to track dirt inside the house.

She mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ as Gio handed her the clothes. She’d make her way to the restroom and quickly clean herself up.

“Come to my room when you’re all dressed n’ stuff! It’s upstairs, first door on the right!”

He smiled, and patted the spot next to him on the bed.

She’d most likely forget about being locked outside again; Her memory seems to be just like her father’s, in a way. But things like being forgotten don’t pass easily.

He runs somewhere else on the map.

“I already finished one over here, look!”

He smiles proudly.

She had never played Animal Crossing; Even if she tried to make something like that, it’d end in disaster.

He hit the save button, and quit the game. He hovered over Pokémon for a second before opening it.

She never really had an opportunity to see these games; That must be why she’s so fascinated. But either way, they had captivated her interest.

He opens up his save file, and goes to the “Pokémon” menu.

“Here’s my party! I have Shortcake the Alcremie, Acidius the Inteleon…”

He selected a Scrafty.

“This Scrafty is a dark and fighting type!”

He moved down to an Abra.

“That sounds interesting. And confusing.”

He opened up the “Boxes” menu. This man had nearly a full living dex inside of the boxes. He went to the section of boxes for Jhoto Pokémon.

“This is Teddiursa and Ursaring. They’re normal types.”

He moved to the ones for Unova Pokémon.

“This is Cubchoo and Beartic! Those are the bear Pokémon I can remember off the top of my head.”

That’s what Martin told her.

[ Starter with @soup-er-villain ]

Molly gripped the doorknob tightly. Martin had left her locked outside yet again, and the torrent of rain only made things worse.

He’s forgotten so many times.. You’d think he would realize one of his kids weren’t there inside with him. The young girl shook her head slightly and knelt down. Where was the spare key again?

She pulled up the small mat and peeked under it. Hoping and begging that it was there. Another small sigh escaped from her lips; Of course it wasn’t there. Why had she even bothered to check? Her ‘father’ obviously wouldn’t have returned the key.

She stood up and bit back the urge to cry. When was this ever going to stop? Maybe she should find shelter elsewhere since Martin didn’t seem too bothered.

As she turned to walk down the street, thoughts crowded into her mind like a swarm of hornets. Maybe he meant to do this. Maybe she did something to pique Martin.

“GIOVANNI! THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!!!”

He was confused. Why would there be a little girl at the door, he—

Oh crap it was probably Bear Trap.

“COMING, MOM!!!!!”

Giovanni paused the game and ran to the door. He opened the door to see Molly.

“Bear Trap! Geez, you’re dripping wet! I’ll get you a towel!”

He ran to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. He immediately tried to dry her off, but there wasn’t really any helping her clothes.

“One second, let me go find something!”

He ran back to his room, grabbed some clothes and came back to Molly.

Molly blinked up at Giovanni as he opened the door. As he spoke and left to grab a towel, she fiddled with the drenched straps on her bag. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered him. What if he was busy?

The contact with the towel jolted her back to reality. The small girl gave off a shudder. Molly would ruffle her hair slightly, nodding as he left again. She hugged the towel and looked around, taking off her boots and setting them by the door. Wouldn’t want to track dirt inside the house.

She mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ as Gio handed her the clothes. She’d make her way to the restroom and quickly clean herself up.

“Come to my room when you’re all dressed n’ stuff! It’s upstairs, first door on the right!”

He smiled, and patted the spot next to him on the bed.

She’d most likely forget about being locked outside again; Her memory seems to be just like her father’s, in a way. But things like being forgotten don’t pass easily.

He runs somewhere else on the map.

“I already finished one over here, look!”

He smiles proudly.

She had never played Animal Crossing; Even if she tried to make something like that, it’d end in disaster.

He hit the save button, and quit the game. He hovered over Pokémon for a second before opening it.

She never really had an opportunity to see these games; That must be why she’s so fascinated. But either way, they had captivated her interest.

He opens up his save file, and goes to the “Pokémon” menu.

“Here’s my party! I have Shortcake the Alcremie, Acidius the Inteleon…”

He selected a Scrafty.

“This Scrafty is a dark and fighting type!”

He moved down to an Abra.

“That sounds interesting. And confusing.”

[ Starter with @soup-er-villain ]

Molly gripped the doorknob tightly. Martin had left her locked outside yet again, and the torrent of rain only made things worse.

He’s forgotten so many times.. You’d think he would realize one of his kids weren’t there inside with him. The young girl shook her head slightly and knelt down. Where was the spare key again?

She pulled up the small mat and peeked under it. Hoping and begging that it was there. Another small sigh escaped from her lips; Of course it wasn’t there. Why had she even bothered to check? Her ‘father’ obviously wouldn’t have returned the key.

She stood up and bit back the urge to cry. When was this ever going to stop? Maybe she should find shelter elsewhere since Martin didn’t seem too bothered.

As she turned to walk down the street, thoughts crowded into her mind like a swarm of hornets. Maybe he meant to do this. Maybe she did something to pique Martin.

“GIOVANNI! THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!!!”

He was confused. Why would there be a little girl at the door, he—

Oh crap it was probably Bear Trap.

“COMING, MOM!!!!!”

Giovanni paused the game and ran to the door. He opened the door to see Molly.

“Bear Trap! Geez, you’re dripping wet! I’ll get you a towel!”

He ran to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. He immediately tried to dry her off, but there wasn’t really any helping her clothes.

“One second, let me go find something!”

He ran back to his room, grabbed some clothes and came back to Molly.

Molly blinked up at Giovanni as he opened the door. As he spoke and left to grab a towel, she fiddled with the drenched straps on her bag. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered him. What if he was busy?

The contact with the towel jolted her back to reality. The small girl gave off a shudder. Molly would ruffle her hair slightly, nodding as he left again. She hugged the towel and looked around, taking off her boots and setting them by the door. Wouldn’t want to track dirt inside the house.

She mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ as Gio handed her the clothes. She’d make her way to the restroom and quickly clean herself up.

“Come to my room when you’re all dressed n’ stuff! It’s upstairs, first door on the right!”

He smiled, and patted the spot next to him on the bed.

She’d most likely forget about being locked outside again; Her memory seems to be just like her father’s, in a way. But things like being forgotten don’t pass easily.

He runs somewhere else on the map.

“I already finished one over here, look!”

He smiles proudly.

She had never played Animal Crossing; Even if she tried to make something like that, it’d end in disaster.

He hit the save button, and quit the game. He hovered over Pokémon for a second before opening it.

She never really had an opportunity to see these games; That must be why she’s so fascinated. But either way, they had captivated her interest.

He opens up his save file, and goes to the “Pokémon” menu.

“Here’s my party! I have Shortcake the Alcremie, Acidius the Inteleon…”

[ Starter with @soup-er-villain ]

Molly gripped the doorknob tightly. Martin had left her locked outside yet again, and the torrent of rain only made things worse.

He’s forgotten so many times.. You’d think he would realize one of his kids weren’t there inside with him. The young girl shook her head slightly and knelt down. Where was the spare key again?

She pulled up the small mat and peeked under it. Hoping and begging that it was there. Another small sigh escaped from her lips; Of course it wasn’t there. Why had she even bothered to check? Her ‘father’ obviously wouldn’t have returned the key.

She stood up and bit back the urge to cry. When was this ever going to stop? Maybe she should find shelter elsewhere since Martin didn’t seem too bothered.

As she turned to walk down the street, thoughts crowded into her mind like a swarm of hornets. Maybe he meant to do this. Maybe she did something to pique Martin.

“GIOVANNI! THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!!!”

He was confused. Why would there be a little girl at the door, he—

Oh crap it was probably Bear Trap.

“COMING, MOM!!!!!”

Giovanni paused the game and ran to the door. He opened the door to see Molly.

“Bear Trap! Geez, you’re dripping wet! I’ll get you a towel!”

He ran to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. He immediately tried to dry her off, but there wasn’t really any helping her clothes.

“One second, let me go find something!”

He ran back to his room, grabbed some clothes and came back to Molly.

Molly blinked up at Giovanni as he opened the door. As he spoke and left to grab a towel, she fiddled with the drenched straps on her bag. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered him. What if he was busy?

The contact with the towel jolted her back to reality. The small girl gave off a shudder. Molly would ruffle her hair slightly, nodding as he left again. She hugged the towel and looked around, taking off her boots and setting them by the door. Wouldn’t want to track dirt inside the house.

She mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ as Gio handed her the clothes. She’d make her way to the restroom and quickly clean herself up.

“Come to my room when you’re all dressed n’ stuff! It’s upstairs, first door on the right!”

He smiled, and patted the spot next to him on the bed.

She’d most likely forget about being locked outside again; Her memory seems to be just like her father’s, in a way. But things like being forgotten don’t pass easily.

He runs somewhere else on the map.

“I already finished one over here, look!”

He smiles proudly.

She had never played Animal Crossing; Even if she tried to make something like that, it’d end in disaster.

He hit the save button, and quit the game. He hovered over Pokémon for a second before opening it.

She never really had an opportunity to see these games; That must be why she’s so fascinated. But either way, they had captivated her interest.

↬ Martyr: Muse receives the ability to relieve other muses of their active M!As by taking them on themself for __

↬ Reverse: Muse‘s opinion on epithets completely reverses for __

↬ Muse: Muse’s thoughts materialize in the air for __ (submitted by Loud-Quiet-and-Fragile!)

↬ Flashback: Muse relives a childhood memory for __

↬ Ink: Muse gains tattoos of all their favorite things for __

↬ Markings: Muse has nova class markings appear on their body, without actually having their stats in nova class for __

↬ Downsides: The drawbacks of the muse’s epithet are dramatically increased for __

↬ Cookie: Muse recieves a cookie for every negative thought they have towards anyone for __

↬ Empathy: Muse feels the emotions of anyone around them for __

[ Starter with @soup-er-villain ]

Molly gripped the doorknob tightly. Martin had left her locked outside yet again, and the torrent of rain only made things worse.

He’s forgotten so many times.. You’d think he would realize one of his kids weren’t there inside with him. The young girl shook her head slightly and knelt down. Where was the spare key again?

She pulled up the small mat and peeked under it. Hoping and begging that it was there. Another small sigh escaped from her lips; Of course it wasn’t there. Why had she even bothered to check? Her ‘father’ obviously wouldn’t have returned the key.

She stood up and bit back the urge to cry. When was this ever going to stop? Maybe she should find shelter elsewhere since Martin didn’t seem too bothered.

As she turned to walk down the street, thoughts crowded into her mind like a swarm of hornets. Maybe he meant to do this. Maybe she did something to pique Martin.

“GIOVANNI! THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!!!”

He was confused. Why would there be a little girl at the door, he—

Oh crap it was probably Bear Trap.

“COMING, MOM!!!!!”

Giovanni paused the game and ran to the door. He opened the door to see Molly.

“Bear Trap! Geez, you’re dripping wet! I’ll get you a towel!”

He ran to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. He immediately tried to dry her off, but there wasn’t really any helping her clothes.

“One second, let me go find something!”

He ran back to his room, grabbed some clothes and came back to Molly.

Molly blinked up at Giovanni as he opened the door. As he spoke and left to grab a towel, she fiddled with the drenched straps on her bag. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered him. What if he was busy?

The contact with the towel jolted her back to reality. The small girl gave off a shudder. Molly would ruffle her hair slightly, nodding as he left again. She hugged the towel and looked around, taking off her boots and setting them by the door. Wouldn’t want to track dirt inside the house.

She mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ as Gio handed her the clothes. She’d make her way to the restroom and quickly clean herself up.

“Come to my room when you’re all dressed n’ stuff! It’s upstairs, first door on the right!”

He smiled, and patted the spot next to him on the bed.

She’d most likely forget about being locked outside again; Her memory seems to be just like her father’s, in a way. But things like being forgotten don’t pass easily.

He runs somewhere else on the map.

“I already finished one over here, look!”

He smiles proudly.

She had never played Animal Crossing; Even if she tried to make something like that, it’d end in disaster.

✨Dainty: Are flowers a nice gift to give someone?

✨Opaque: Do you wear any jewelry?

✨Juniper: Have you ever laid in a field of flowers?

✨Chamomile: Do you like tea?

✨Lavish: What would you do with a million dollars?

✨Palilalia: What word do you have trouble saying?

✨Whimsical: Favorite fairytale?

✨Fluffy: Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

✨Quaint: Do you prefer the city or the country?

✨Glitter: Are you a big fan of makeup?

✨Rosé: Favorite drink?

✨Insomnia: What’s the longest amount of time you’ve stayed awake?

✨Wanderlust: Have you ever traveled outside of your country?

✨Daffodil: Do you like spring?

✨Gossamer: Favorite album?

✨Shimmer: Lipstick or lipgloss?

✨Kaleidoscope: Favorite color?

✨Tapestry: Do you like to decorate?

✨Honeysuckle: Do you ever go barefoot when you’re outside?

✨Galaxy: Are aliens real?

✨Luminous: Does you zodiac sign fit your personality?

✨Marine: Favorite sea animal?

✨Bubbly: Are you a nice person?

✨Aesthetic: Favorite word?

✨Nocturnal: Night or day?

[ Starter with @soup-er-villain ]

Molly gripped the doorknob tightly. Martin had left her locked outside yet again, and the torrent of rain only made things worse.

He’s forgotten so many times.. You’d think he would realize one of his kids weren’t there inside with him. The young girl shook her head slightly and knelt down. Where was the spare key again?

She pulled up the small mat and peeked under it. Hoping and begging that it was there. Another small sigh escaped from her lips; Of course it wasn’t there. Why had she even bothered to check? Her ‘father’ obviously wouldn’t have returned the key.

She stood up and bit back the urge to cry. When was this ever going to stop? Maybe she should find shelter elsewhere since Martin didn’t seem too bothered.

As she turned to walk down the street, thoughts crowded into her mind like a swarm of hornets. Maybe he meant to do this. Maybe she did something to pique Martin.

“GIOVANNI! THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!!!”

He was confused. Why would there be a little girl at the door, he—

Oh crap it was probably Bear Trap.

“COMING, MOM!!!!!”

Giovanni paused the game and ran to the door. He opened the door to see Molly.

“Bear Trap! Geez, you’re dripping wet! I’ll get you a towel!”

He ran to the bathroom, and grabbed a towel. He immediately tried to dry her off, but there wasn’t really any helping her clothes.

“One second, let me go find something!”

He ran back to his room, grabbed some clothes and came back to Molly.

Molly blinked up at Giovanni as he opened the door. As he spoke and left to grab a towel, she fiddled with the drenched straps on her bag. Maybe she shouldn’t have bothered him. What if he was busy?

The contact with the towel jolted her back to reality. The small girl gave off a shudder. Molly would ruffle her hair slightly, nodding as he left again. She hugged the towel and looked around, taking off her boots and setting them by the door. Wouldn’t want to track dirt inside the house.

She mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ as Gio handed her the clothes. She’d make her way to the restroom and quickly clean herself up.

“Come to my room when you’re all dressed n’ stuff! It’s upstairs, first door on the right!”

He smiled, and patted the spot next to him on the bed.

She’d most likely forget about being locked outside again; Her memory seems to be just like her father’s, in a way. But things like being forgotten don’t pass easily.