The Wires Got the Best Of Them

🥀Oh, this two DEFINITLY did not get off on the right foot

🥀In fact, I think it would be safe to say that these two DESPISED each other when they first met

🥀The two of them left their first interaction with the thought "this fucking bitch"

🥀They both believed that the other was too cocky for their own good

🥀Kate was pissed off by the fact that Katie viewed Slender as their savior instead of a captor

🥀Katie in turn saw Kate's silence/lack of words as disrespectful and egotistical

🥀But I think her anger also stemmed from the fact that Kate intimated her, and that frustrated her to no end

🥀It was a large source of shame during those times, and it lead to almost every interaction between the two ending in a brawl that the other pastas/proxies had to step in and break up

🥀However, things finally take a turn when even SLENDER gets fed up with their rivalry and forces the two of them to go on a mission together

🥀Things of course don't go as planned because these two can't stop and communicate, and the end result is Katie being stuck in the woods with a injured kate (who has a bullet lodged in her shoulder) hiding from the cops

🥀The two of them are forced to actually TALK while Katie does her best to play nurse for the time being, and as things like this go, the vulnerable stuff eventually comes out

🥀Katie confesses to Kate about her past, explaining why she'd chose the life she has now over the one she did before any day

🥀She also essentially tells her she'd take a eldritch fuck in the trees that actually treats her like she's somebody rather than her piece of shit sperm donor who beat his kids for existing any day

🥀 Kate in turn opens up about her own past, telling Katie exactly why she could never see Slender as her savior like she did

🥀 She HAD a life she liked even if it was hard sometimes, had people she loved

🥀 And it was all ripped away from her because was curious and tried to help, now being forced to work for the monster that had killed her friends

🥀 Things between them are not immediately fixed, but they come out of it with a better understanding of each other and are able to successfully complete the mission 🥀 I'm telling you now, this is the most SLOWEST FURSTRATING SLOW BURN EVER

🥀 Neither of them want to admit that they like each other, but everyone else can see it as clear as day and it's annoying as shit

🥀 Kate is the one that finally cracks and confesses after EJ slaps (more like gives firm yet gentle advice but he DID playfully smack the back of her head) some sense into her

🥀 You would think that they would be the 'only affectionate in private couple' with how they were before with each other but NOPE

🥀 They have to be somehow touching each other at all times when they are near one another

🥀 Kate is one of the only people Katie has allowed to see the scar on her neck, and she loves it when Kate will gently press kisses against it when they wake up in the mornings 🥀 Katie in turn loves to press kisses against Kate's burn scars when she actually takes her hoodie off, as well as gently circle the beauty mark Kate has on her cheek when she's laying her head in her lap

🥀 Kate in turn loves resting her head in Katie's lap because she loves the feeling of her brushing her fingers through her hair

🥀 Kate doesn't usually pick flowers, but she's started doing it ever since she started dating Katie and likes to give ones that reminder her of her/ones she think's she'll like back as gifts for her 🥀 Katie in turn has grown more of an appreciation for nature and quiet because of her more introverted preferring these spaces for their dates

🥀 But Kate will allow Katie to take her to the bar or some kind of party for a date a few times, and she's come out of that with the realization that she REALLY likes rum 🥀 It's hard to believe, but dating Kate has made Katie learn SOME patience and calmed her down a bit... not by a lot by still a little

🥀 Katie's nickname for Kate is Sugar, and Kate is always flustered by it

🥀 She claims it is because Kate looks like a sugar glider (someone see the vision please)

🥀 I like to think the third image in the header is an actual cute photo of the Kate's that Nina managed to take the morning after a particularly wild night

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Flesh. Warm, soft. Grabbing. Suffocating. It was like a burn against her own. Hot and painful, yet goosebumps spiraled up her arm as if the skin was cold, cracking ice. The ringing in her ears deafened with a blaring POP as her eyes snapped out open. Ruby orbs were panicked and unseeing as her body lurched upward, a hiss tearing from her throat. The sound was sharp and loud, taking herself off guard and making her flinch. However, that wasn’t the sound that made her stiffen.    No, it was the high-pitched scream.    The movement that came from the lower right side of her still unfocused vision.     The thud of something hitting the floor. The tiny “Oof!”    Lazari’s head snapped to the side.     She was immediately met a mass of auburn sprawled all over the floor. Small hands stuck up over the top as red eyes like her own stared up at her, wide and surprised.     Lazari’s breath hitched.    “Shoot, Zaria--” her hands came down quick, but gentle. Hunching over slightly to reach her sister, carefully grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her onto the couch. Zaria immediately settled in her lap, completely forgetting about the earlier interaction.   “Lazzy! Mr. Slendyman said you were sleeping because you were REALLY tired! I was scared you wouldn’t wake up!” Zaria would exclaim, her hands reaching forward to bunch into the fabric of the greenish blue shirt she’d been changed into while she was unconscious. Lazari hid a wince as her sister shifted her weight forward in her lap. Looking over her with a serious expression, as if she was her own personal doctor. Seeing the expression on her face allowed Lazari to release a huffy breath of amusement, carefully trying to find her words.    “Well, uh... I just—things kind of got—” Zaria already had one of her sleeves tugged up before she could properly think up a child-friendly explanation. Eyes go wide as they land on the dark colored blotches that covered her forearm. The eight-year-old made a loud, overdramatic gasp.     “LAZZY! Your arm! It's all purple! What happened? Do I need to kiss it better? I can kiss it better!” Her little hands took one of her sister’s bigger ones, pulling it up toward her face like it would give her a better look. Lazari scrambled internally.    “No! No, Zari...” The words came out quick at first, then she forced her tone to gentle, to slow down. Her lips tugged up warily as she attempted to look reassuring. “It’s fine. It just hurts a little bit.”    Zaria didn’t look very convinced. Her tiny brows furrowed, her bottom lip puffing out slightly.     “Do I need to go Mr. Slendy? I can go get him!” Zaria chirped, starting to get up. And panic ignited in Lazari’s chest as if a match had set her heart a flame.    “NO!”     The shout tore from her throat. Loud, fierce. More of a demand than a plea. The sound startled Zaria, the little girl flinching. Her shoulders hunched, curling inwards on herself, her small hands still holding hers. Lazari inwardly recoiled at the sight of it. She hated the fear she saw in Zaria’s eyes for a fraction of a moment. Hated how innocent and naive she looked. But they had both been naive, hadn’t they? Blindly so.    She could still hear Slender’s voice, hear how cold and certain it was as he talked to Masky.     “Then we enact Proxy Law twelve... and we kill her.” 

That should have been it. It could have been the worst part. Should have. But then Masky had to continue. Lazari could still hear the hesitance in his voice. The way his next question was almost whispered, like he had already known that he was not going to like the answer.    “And the younger one, sir? What if... what do we do if she starts having the same problem?”    Slender had stayed silent for a long, tense moment. And then he sighed. A sound that had sent a chill down her spine, even now when she remembered the sound of it.     “Her hunger has not been activated yet. So, there is a chance that we can quell it. But if not... then she must suffer the same fate.”    A lump formed in her throat as she recalled the words. Her fingers twitched before she quickly balled both hands into fists, gripping onto the blanket, attempting to use it as some sort of leverage to compose herself.     “N-No... no. He’s busy right now. I don’t want to bother him.” There was a slight quiver in her voice as she carefully said the words.     Zaria stared up at her. Lazari could see the confusion, the worry swirling in her eyes, and it only made her feel worse. She flinched slightly when she felt her sister’s small hands tighten around her own.     “Lazzy... why are you shaking?”    Lazari swallowed hard. Doing her best to keep her voice steady this time.     “I’m just cold, that’s all.”     Zaria seemed to instantly perk up at that.    “Here! I’ll help you be warmer!”    She dove under the blanket like a fish plopping back into a pound, squirming and nearly kicking Lazari in the face with one of her feet. The movement actually made Lazari laugh, finding herself being able to relax just a little    “Thank you.”    “Lazzy... you’ll never leave, right? Not like Mama did... you’ll stay with me forever, right?” 

Lazari’s breath hitched, the feeling of that bright red, innocent orbs watching her making her feel as though she’d been tied down. Because then and there, she realized something. 

Something that she should have realized a long time ago. 

Something that made her feel as though she'd been punched in the chest. 

Zaria had always looked to her. 

Not their mother. Never their mother. Now that she really thought about it, she could not remember a single moment where Loretta Swann was ever a source of comfort for her younger sister. She recalls fuzzy memories of a baby Zaria wailing loudly. How their mother’s brows furrowed, how her lip trembled as every rock, every song, every attempt she made failed. How her face went expressionless when Zaria would reach for her when she saw her. How her crying quieted as soon as she was in her arms, her little body stopping it’s squirming.     How her mother’s stare made her stomach feel as if it had dropped to the floor, even then. A cold look of resentment. Of hatred. As if she was somehow doing this on purpose. As if she was purposefully turning Zaria against her. That’s what she’d say when they were in the basement. When Lazari was ‘having her soul cleansed.’ Glass jabbing into her back, her mother’s shouting drowning out her cries.     She’d thankfully never touched Zaria with her rituals. She wouldn’t get the chance to.     Zaria hadn’t even cried when their mother had died. Not as her body swung from the tree. She’d just looked up at her, at Lazari, with big glossy eyes and asked her if this meant they didn’t have to go back home. 

🍭 It is believed that Jill had been created during the Autumn 🍭 She was created to be a partner and companion for Laughing Jack, her male counterpart

🍭 It was love at first sight! Jack was so sweet, and Jill thought his smile was adorable

🍭 Before she lost her colors, Jill's hair was purple and her eyes were green, and she had a frilly dress of rainbow! 🍭 Everything was great until Jack was sent off to be a Christmas present for Isaac Grossman, and then she never saw him again

🍭 To raise her spirits, Jill was made to make her official debut during the 1920s 🍭 Jill did her best to be the greatest best friend a child could ever have, and it seemed to be working, but then things just seemed to keep going wrong

🍭 Whether they have to move, they are scared of her, or something happens to them, Jill just felt like she was cursed

🍭 Little did she know at the time that this would be because of the corruption of Laughing Jack, the clown-turning serial killer after being influenced by Issac’s changed personality 🍭 Jill eventually was given another companion to try and raise her spirits, Jaziel Cat

🍭 She truly did treasure her new friend, he just couldn’t take away the pain she felt

🍭 Gradually, she noticed her colors fading. 🍭 She begged and pleaded for it to be fixed, but every attempt seemed to failed.

🍭 Instead of giving Jill the proper help needed, her creators would keep sending her out to be the friend of the children, believing that one day something would lift her spirits and she just “get over it"

🍭 This would eventually lead to Jill killing her final child in the early 2000s-- bratty, snobby, spoiled child who forced her to do bad things

🍭Horrified by what she’s done, she gives up, finally allowing her color to drain

🍭Cast out from what she had once called home because of what she had done, Jill’s resentment for everyone festered into a loathing for children.

🍭 She changes up her wardrobe with the times to try and forget her past

🍭 Eventually, when she meets Jack again... she's terrified 🍭 What the hell had happened to the sweet clown she had found herself falling in love with oh so quickly?

🍭 She resents him for “doing this to her” once she realizes that his change caused some of her problems

🍭 Therefore, she constantly feels like she has to prove that she’s better than him, not wanting to admit that he hurt her or that she still has feelings for him

🍭 This eventually leads to her realizing she doesn’t take any pleasure in killing children and instead focuses her murder abusive parents; the true problem 

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