❛ 𝑹𝒖𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕! 𝑹𝒖𝒏, 𝒓𝒖𝒏! ❜
“ Gimme a B! Gimme an A!
Gimme a B! Gimme a Y! What's that spell? ”
Rose-coloured lights danced along the eerie outline of the young blonde, sat in front of an old Hollywood mirror lined with broken and busted bulbs. Two girls sat audience, held captive by poorly tied cloth binding their wrists and ankles together. Screaming for help was no option either, as another dirtied cloth had been stuffed into their open mouths.
A forced audience, frightened gazes watching the girl brush a silver comb through her wavy locks of blonde hair.
She frowned at their silence, turning in her chair before standing up.
“ What's that spell?! WHAT'S THAT SPELL?! ”
“ B-Baby! ” Cried the teen behind the fabric of the dirty cloth, muffling a sob. Baby Firefly continued to pout, lifting the girl's jaw with the tip of her sharp comb.
“ You're goddamn right is does. You know, for cheerleaders, ya' not very.. I don't know-- cheery! You gotta sort that out fast! Tick-tock. ”
