#holy characterization

``Ohh-ohh Lizzy!! Guess who-oo~! It's your.. favorite person's favorite person! Ye-Ye-Yeah.``

Noli said, his voice slightly glitching out.

``I heard you have this "Altar of Abnormality", ri-ri-right? I've come to give you a g-gift! But, it should count as an offer..``

He said, revealing the small, wooden box underneath his cloak. He unlocked it, then placed it down on the ground with his purple-fleshed hand, with glitched out 1's and 0's adorning his skin. Inside was a letter.. from S? Addressing Elizabeth personally? The paper looked crumpled, and the ink dry. Not fresh. It must have been for her for a while ago, but S never had the will to actually send it. It read the following:

Dear Liz, -------------------------------------

I do not wish to ignore you , but I must . I am trying to figure out some . . . Complicated feelings . And . . . If I were to be honest , it connects to you . I'm not sure as to why— I wish I had the answer . . So , for now , I will be . . . Distancing myself from you . It's for . . the best . Don't take it too personally , It takes me around a week to figure these troubles out . Plus , this is my form of being petty because of your recent behavior around me . Really ? Trying to avoid speaking to me ? That . . . Hurts my feelings . So I will do the same . Hmph .

- S . N .

After Elizabeth reads the letter, the edges of it start to dissolve into purple 1's and 0's.... Noli. He did something to the letter. That trickster.

``Have FUN with tha-at~!``

He teased, he himself also dissolving the same way the paper was before Elizabeth could even do or say anything to him.

Instead of continuing to watch through the eye, she stood in front of where Noli was. She looked at the remnants of the letter glitching out on the ground. She paused in shock.

What.

The.

FUCK.

She ran to the nearest wall, ichor dripping off her halos, almost like tears.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

She punched the wall HARD, leaving a fist-shaped hole.

"fuck it."

She lifted her head up to the sky, and grinned.

After, she grabbed a rose, and set it aflame. In one touch, the rose's flame was immortalized. It was sent to S, by way of a tarantula-puppet. She left her glowing strings on the tarantula; like a calling card, so S would know that it was her. She clapped her hands together, satisfied, but still enraged.

With the expression wiped off her face, she remained standing, the black dripping down her still halos as she stared at where the letter used to be. Where S used to be.

She knew one thing for a fact. S didn't know it yet, but she loved Elizabeth. And Elizabeth loved her the same.