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★  - Things didn’t appear normal in this place- this.. enclosure of residencies and vehicles. Reports of killings happening all throughout the area, With people seeming very distrusting and aggressive towards strangers. Such a mood affected Black★Rock Shooter tremendously. She was much more on guard than usual- and found herself either catching or dodging many projectiles thrown; most of them being ornaments or tools.. followed by the occasional knife. The tension and sounds of conflict in the air were like almost eerily like music to her.. a familiar tune, To be sure. This reminded her all to well of the Otherworld.

Many parents ushered their children indoors at the meer sight of the pale girl walking along the road.. even with her evidently short stature. Their faces were offputting.. disturbing, In a sense. That was something that got even her skin to crawl behind her hardened exterior.. but she felt no fear. These were humans.. and she was meant to bear the pains of her counterpart.. and that was simply why she existed. No other reason was there for her existance. As long as she was needed by her... she was here. Mato was well into her twenties by this point.. except for the fact that she was fighting her way through several mental issues- Rock was needed. Now more than ever.. it was simply a matter of finding her.  - ★

★  - Her eyes scanned around the structures; examining everything she could spot... occasionally, She would halt her pace to have a minor staredown with one of the glaring townsfolk.. it was no wonder that they almost always backed down... especially with how empty her expression was. And just how cold her eyes were. Her eyes eventually looking ahead.

Zim was outside fixing his broken lawn gnomes which had been destroyed the evening prior when Dib had come over to attempt stopping Zim’s latest plan. He would have had the computer simply send new ones in, but it had refused, telling him ‘It’s not my job to make up for your incompetence’. After yelling at the base’s computer, he grumbled and went outside.

When he stopped to take a break between gnomes, he saw him: a small, dark-haired child just sort of... staring at him. 

△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.

(( Unfortunately iconless because I have not stopped being lazy and got onto making Lard Nar icons. ))