#scratches

RULES: Pick a 5-8 letter word, and give an excerpt from your manuscript that begins with each letter. When you’re finished, tag some friends, and give them the same word, or a word of your choosing.

Tagged by @thedaythatwas with the word 'chain' (lollll very apt haha).

Most of my wip's are just outlines right now, so I used what I could.

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C - Cold, hard, research-backed, rigorous, medical science. There were no ghosts, no demons, no monsters…Well, not like the ones that are in the movies. Maybe the closest would be Frankenstein? But even that is stretching the truth. But it just…It just wasn’t right. I don’t mean in an ethical sense- obviously it wasn’t ethically right, that’s why they had to do it in secret. But just…science isn’t supposed to do that.

H - His voice was quiet, so soft it nearly trembled. He dropped his hand from her arm the moment she stopped. Toko wished she hadn’t looked at him, wished she hadn’t seen how thoroughly defeated he looked, wished she hadn’t seen that hopeless shine in his eyes as he attempted and failed at a smile. 

“I’m not above begging.” he shot for humour. He missed by a mile. 

Toko wasn’t sure she deserved to be human anymore, but there had to be something left in her that was, and whatever small part of her that was left folded at the sight of him looking every inch like an old, sick cat at the cattery staring out of his cage at the next potential adoptee, pretending he didn’t know he’d be left behind yet again.  

Toko turned away and huffed, “F-Fine, if it gets you to shut up.” She adjusted her sash and held out her arm. Komaeda took it, hooking his arm around hers and holding her with a polite gentleness, “So annoying.” 

A - “Are you attracted to me, or is it because of him?"

“…”

“From what I can remember, they did not change the face. The body, somewhat. But looks are mostly unimportant when it comes to talent. I assume they selected specifically to have someone unoffensive to the eye when they thought about making me. So from that, you could say its ‘me.’ But…” “You already had affections for him.”

“…”

“Its impossible that that wouldnt affect your perception of me. In fact, I know it does.” “Its affecting you now.” “Its just a simple fact I have to accept. Theres nothing I can do to change his decision. If there was, I wouldve done it by now.”

I - "If it meant I could have a talent, I’d take a lame talent like ultimate luck any day.”

> Komaeda extremely offended

“ ‘If you had talent’. Thats such a pointless thing to say. We may as well start seriously discussing a world where everything’s made of pudding!”

“What?”

N - “No. No, no, no absolutely not.” 

Toko lost her footing and scraped her shoes against the ground trying to catch it again. She hugged her bare arms and snapped her head around. 

Turning and seeing Celestia Ludenberg standing behind her let Toko experience how it would feel to turn around and see a pike with her own bloody, half rotten head stabbed on top of it shoved into the ground behind her. Dressed as she was, Toko was baffled that she's managed to miss her at all, all gothic lace and black and red frills. Toko had the thought that every time someone looked at her, lightning should strike, followed swiftly by the cawing of a raven and a bat flying past her. Such a scene was the only thing that could rival something as gaudy, over the top and on the nose as Celestia Ludenberg looked right now.

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Thank you for the tag @thedaythatwas :) i love being included <3