#upsilon anon

The rumbling of an engine echoed far and wide as Upsilon Zaveri raced through the backroads. A black leather vest showed off the tattoos which adorned her body, collected from everywhere she went and incorporated her many scars into the design. Pietro, her beloved pet tiger sat in his basket in front of the handlebars of her motorcycle.

Many months on the road, exploring the country, rediscovering her history, and tying up some loose ends, it all led back to her home. Her birthday even passed while she was gone, and it was something she celebrated alone for once. It was nice. While she was away, she hired an old friend to watch it for her, but he unfortunately had to leave the day she returned.

Which was understandable, he ran a mob afterall.

As she pulled into the driveway, she smiled. A sense of comfort and familiarity came over her, she truly missed her home. Parking the bike, she removed her helmet. Her hair was quite long, a new color combination of emerald green and purple, and sporting a well designed undercut with her sideshave.

Upsilon paled. She was already a pretty pale person, but somehow she got even more pale after that statement. It was such a rapid change that Pietro noticed and walked over to try and get her attention, trying to be cute to help her calm down. After a few seconds, she picked up Pietro and gently pet him while processing.

“Well, never a boring time here,” she chuckled slightly and then cleared her throat, “what happened exactly, who did it, and has anyone been hurt?”

Upsilon had been quiet lately, nothing was wrong but it was quiet. She sat on the roof of the house, comfortably splayed out on a blanket with one arm behind her head. Pietro was curled up on her stomach, sleepily purring softly.

She watched the stars move across the sky, thinking of her own star who she had visited a few times at their hair salon. She thought of Shy, and Calm, and Heart, she hadn’t seen any of them in person in ages but she knew they were all doing okay. She’d texted them all, and checked in.

She knew Shy was in a performance and had been meaning to go visit her, but never found a time to do so.

She lifted her hand up and traced the constellations, thinking silently about everything that happened over the past year. So much had happened and so much had changed.

She found her quiet peaceful days, she found her family, she found herself. There was a lot of pain and sorrow, but she thought about if none of it happened. If she could take away the entire year.

“We’re about fifteen minutes away from the landing, just so you know, be ready to hop off and walk around a bit okay?” She spoke through her little radio device, which sounded clear like a phone call.

She made sure that her sister felt safe on the back of the bike, knowing that she’d be nervous if she went too fast. Upsilon knew she could cut the time in half but she wanted Shy to feel safer than to be fast.

She was dressed in her usual attire, leather jacket over a shredded tank top layered with another and distressed skinny jeans with heeled combat boots and her dark hair tied back into a ponytail. Her leather gloves covering her hand as usual but she was messing with them nervously.

She had food packed in her bag so she and Shy ate a bit during the day, and she still had some water bottles that they took.

She was tired of waiting and she was bored. Her anxiousness was getting the better of her and she wanted to make sure that everything was okay, so she made her way to the door and started to open it.

She hadn’t heard anything outside the room all day, so she figured that it was okay for her to head out.

((The primary story with the Sanders Sides blogs has ended, it was an amazing ride and I’m proud to say that I was a part of something so beautifully heartbreaking and simultaneously heartwarming. I have such a wonderful online family now and I don’t think that it’s going anywhere for a long time. Now, with that said, I do want to keep going with the interactions with Upsilon and with the other Anons, because I love all of them too. So, interactions for Upsilon are still open, even if the Sanders Sides Story is gone, she’s still the same girl so that won’t change a bit.))

Upsilon sat on her windowsill, the window open and a light breeze traveling into the space, tangling itself in her hair which cascaded over her left shoulder, as usual. She had Pietro snoozing in her lap and headphones on over her ears, watching the stars with a peaceful expression.

She looked somewhat different, refreshed. Her hair was finally shaved back to her preferred length, and with her signature design of two lines cut down to the skin, her scars were out in full as usual but she did not seem as angered with them. The tank top she had on was a razor back, so it showed off the top of her back where her worst scars were, but she was starting to embrace something Ghost the Anon told her.

Scars showed the battles she survived. 

And she’d survived a hell of a lot of battles.

She had her sketchbook resting on one of her legs, while she continued to make small doodles of what she saw, which included the star speckled sky and the brilliant moon floating above the house. Her scarred hands were coated in a light layer of graphite from using her pencil for so long and shading the majority of the page.

But she felt at peace, so much bad had happened, but now it felt...

Upsilon sat up from her spot on the couch, she didn't feel like sleeping in her bed since Andy was back. She just wanted to spend time with them.

She had Pietro on her lap as she rubbed her eyes, looking to the window where the landscape stretched out as far as the eye could see.