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[ 📚 ] Marsha was passed out on her bed, hugging Mr. Cottontail close to her chest. Having just come back from running errands, she was planning to just lay down on her bed. She wasn't planning on sleeping but here she was.

[ 📚 ] When her phone began ringing, she slowly sat up but didn't open her eyes. Eyes still closed, she reached over and picked up her phone from the bedside table.

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[ 👁️ ] Eris was aware of Hunson's attempts to either visit or call. It looked like it was one of those times where the demon lord was heading to Marsha's home. Eris assumes that he's unaware of Marsha's situation. While Eris wasn't ready to challenge the demon just yet...but she was open to reopening some old wounds.

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What   Marsha   said   was   true,   there   was   no   way   in   the   Nightosphere   that   he   could   be   trusted   with   all   the   horrible   things   he   done.   This   gave   him   a   pit   in   his   stomach   just   thinking   about   it,   Glob   there   had   to   be   someway   to   fix   this.   That’s   when   he   began   to   contemplate   what   he   could   possibly   do   to   fix   this.   Ideas   floated   around   his   head   as   he   continued   to   contemplate.

That’s   when   an   idea   hit   him   maybe   he   could   take   her   out   to   eat.   They   haven’t   done   that   in   along   time   and   hey,   who   could   pass   up   a   good   meal.   “I   know   I   can’t   fix   what   happened   but,   that   doesn’t   mean   I   can’t   make   it   up   to   you   now.   How   about   we   go   out   to   eat   and   you   can   pick   where   we   go,   okay?”

Marsha was speechless. Marsha was convinced that all of this talk about her dad "having changed" and how he "wants to make it up to her" was all just an act. He's going to revert back to his old self, she reasons with herself.

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Her   Father   did   not   expect   an   answer   from   her,   but,   shockingly   she   did   answer.   Hunson   was   rather   excited   to   see   his   youngest   daughter,   he   hasn’t   seen   each   other   in   a   long   time.   Although   his   daughter   did   not   seem   to   share   the   same   feelings,   he   was   still   happy   nonetheless.   He   glided   over   to   Marsha   as   a   smile   was   painted   on   his   face.   “We   haven’t   seen   each   other   in   so   long,   how   have   things   been?   Oh,   Do   you   have   dogs   now…   how   many?”   The   demon   was   not   the   best   father   in   the   world   but,   that   was   nothing   new   and   he   knew   that.   However   it   seemed   like   he   was   making   up   for   lost   time.

There   were   so   many   questions   he   wanted to ask  Marsha   like,   how   her   life   had   been   or   how   long   she   had   the   dogs   for. That’s   when   the   demon   decided   it   was   a   good   idea   to   pat   one   of   her   loving   companions   without   her   permission.   The   leader   held   his   hand   down   in   order   for   one   of   her   dogs   to   sniff   it   to   see   he   was   not   threat   and   hopefully,   that   was   the   case.

Marsha gripped onto Autumn's leash as Hunson stepped closer to her. While Hunson was smiling, Marsha was frowning. Honestly, Marsha didn't believe that her father had changed. She knew better. "Fine." She hissed.

Before she could voice her opinion, her dad was reaching his hand down to Autumn. Autumn was cowering, her ears flatted down (or at least they were trying to be) and she was trying to tuck in her tail.