i’ve been secretly watching the group like the creep i am sO second option??? (im not sure if i wanna know i dont wanna horrible things happening to her wtf why are u so cruel)

WHATS HAPPENING TO EVE??? NOT ALLOWED PLS NO protect eve at all costs

You mean what's happening in the group or what do I have planned outside of the group for her?

Both are pretty horrible

Let’s see…part of the reason Anaki treats Saito so nicely is because he reminds her of the people she used to bully, so she’s unconsciously trying to prove that she isn’t super scary to people like that?

(Shoosh you’re no bother ilu Saito)

Send ⁇ for a worried text

[text] so is your arm better or whatever?

Send ☠ for misguided advice

they put saito in a little red wagon and literally drag him with them

That sounds like something that would actually happen

Battle Theme: Battle Theme-Chrono Trigger

Battle intro: “Shit, you seriously wanna fight?”

Victory: “I tried t’ warn you….ah, you alright?”

Defeat: “…holy shit, didn’t see that comin’.”

Assist: “I’ve got this, hang in there!”

Taunt: “Aha, this is nothin’!”

Reacting to Taunt: “Heh, good try, but nah.”

Tie: “Damn, this was a close match…let’s call it a draw, yeah?”

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You are shown a memory from a few years ago. A 13 year-old girl stands in front of her dingy bathroom mirror. Her hair is long, down to halfway down her shoulder blades. She’s wearing make up, she has no piercings in her lip or ears, there’s even some make-up around her eyes. But that makeup was running down her cheeks as she just…stared at her own reflection.

She thought she had made herself look perfect…but even then, she wasn’t good enough. She was ashamed with herself…she was not the kind of person she liked anymore…that face in the mirror was not what she wanted, it was what he wanted. She gripped at the sides of the mirror and glared at herself now, baring her teeth and angrily rubbing away her tears.

“FUCK HIM!" She screamed, grabbing a washcloth and roughly scrubbing off every trace of makeup on her face. She ran her long hair under the sink and grabbed a pair of scissors from the medicine cabinet, aimlessly cutting at the dripping locks and watching them fall into the sink in clumps. When she finished, she stared on for a while with an unreadable expression. It wasn’t quite right yet…she looked better, but something was still missing.