Unnatural, unstable, unreal. This isn't right. This isn't a lot of things, but none of that matters because the spinning doesn't stop. It's too easy to bend the narrative, it's too easy to be overwhelmed by the pounding of a heart that doesn't belong. Why here? Why now? Didn't this have another ending?

♥ Susie. We're friends, right?

It hasn't happened yet. It will. This is the inevitable part, the manufactured hell, the glint of teeth in grimace. Desperation, predetermined—

♥ And friends share, right?

None of her words get through. Noelle shivers, terrified, impossibly finding a bliss in this nightmare, and Susie. Pain unmakes this moment, burns it into a memory nobody will be able to blot out. Fingers around claws, commands over disagreements, will overpowered.

♥ Be a good friend now.

Unstoppable. This force with no name. Finger to wrists, to waist, to more.

♥ Noelle will go with me.

Well. That isn't quite right, is it? An inaccuracy. The name lurks, knocking on the incisors that cut through Noelle's pretty fur until the meat of her breast can be tasted.

♥ Susie will stand back and watch.

"Kris…?"

[YOU look at Susie.]