(joke tldr at the end) hihi, hola I'm Venilla!! :) I'm a fanfic writer! My user is hannah_bananas on ao3!
My main fandoms are Hermitcraft,Life series, and A ReGect, but theres also minor ones like fnaf, tadc, etc. But I won't make fics of those often. I'll probably mostly write scarian, buuuut there's not nearly enough people making lizzie centric fics so I might need to do the world a favor </3
Uhhuhh this will probably be updated later on anyways, baibye, thanks for reading!! (totally am not posting this as if I'm well known nooo not this girl...)
huh? whats that? whats my favorite character from my major fandoms? why THANK YOU PERSON THAT DOESNT EXIST FOR THE ASK!!! (yes I just wanted to say my favorite characters sue me)
hermitcraft : grian!!
life series : lizzie!!
aregect : ze!!
I feel maternal for ALL of them âĄ
TLDR: im awesome.
EDIT: scratch that, I'll make mostly original stories cuz I'm a WUSS and am scared of mischaracterization </3
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sometimes you gotta take a step back and do smth else about your writing.
I MADE GRIAN AND LIZZIE FROM THE ORPHAN FIC IM WRITING!!! they don't look exactlyyy like i imagined them but they look close enough!! ^_^
yes they are hybrids, but im making their extra limbs kinda useless and they dont have any special perks. it's kinda like when humans are born with a tail (cuz we have a tailbone), the tail is there it's just... useless. you can't move it, you don't gain anything from it, it's just there.
so grian cant fly, and lizzie isnt better than swimming than anyone else! :DD
forgot how boring setting the scene is. damn. i could've predicted this but i DIDNT this is what i get for not listening to music while i write UGH. AND NOW IM NOT IN A WRITING MOOD
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my dream gave me like the BEST story idea ever (it was about me and a random boy but for the sake of ME, im making it about lizzie and grian)
so lizzie and grian are orphans. why? because the plot demands it. anyway, theyre orphans and the lady at the orphanage is like ms. hannigan from annie, very rude and mean... and one day, grian tells liz that he has sort of powers? he can make anything true by saying it out loud, but for some strange reason it doesn't work when he's in the orphanage (theres too much bad energy circling around because of the lady making the kids miserable) so she and him plan a jailbreak.
one night, during dinner, the two of them decide to just bolt out of the orphanage, running until they reach a store, and grian has an idea. he grabs lizzies arm and says, "your arm is broken!" and low and behold, it becomes broken! and it hurts! so grian quickly adds, "and it has minimal pain" before lizzie starts crying, and they run in the store (after he makes it true that he sprained his ankle), talking bout some "THE LADY AT THE ORPHANAGE BROKE MY ARM!!!" and "SHE SPRAINED MY ANKLE!!!"
then the lady comes in, acting sugary sweet with the store clerk, trying to get the two children (who were hiding behind said store clerk, kind of scared). But the store clerk heard what they were screaming about, so he denies her. they get in a fight, and it distracts her enough that another worker manages to pull lizzie and grian away from her, long enough for the police to arrive :) and then a newer, NICER lady starts working at the orphanage!
in my dream it was a little different, the person we were hiding behind was my actual mom, BUTTT i thought it would be too good if lizzie found her parents so they just go back to the orphanage with the nicer lady :DDD lotta plot holes but thats because it was a dream so i digress
maybe the lady was a watcher and thats why his powers didnt work? đ¤ thoughts to be thunk, thoughts to be thunk...
WAIT WAIT WAIT THIS IS SO SICK HOLD ON
first of all I Cannot get over the powers that grian has omg. stuff like that is so so interesting to me!!!! because there are so many ways you can go about it, yknow?? like you can make it a hero, a villain, or (as in this case) just a tired kid trying to get by. are they siblings? I'm assuming they're not related which I love So Much (platonic affection my absolute beloved). I wonder what some of the drawbacks of that would be? like does using it too much make him pass out, or does relying on it too much make the OPPOSITE of what he wanted to happen?? idkkkk but that's so interesting to me :D
AND OH THAT'S SO PERFECT!!!! smart grian, using his powers for evil (good) as a way to escape the orphanage!!!! and oooooh how old are they do you think? from this I'm imagining like, 10-13, but I think it could work for a range of ages probably!!
yay for the store clerk!!!! yay for a nicer lady at the orphanage!!!! WAIT THE WATCHER THING WOULD BE SO COOL OMG
aldkjfdlfj thank you so much for sharing this with me I genuinely love hearing people's story ideas so this is actually so cool :DDDD
i feel like they wouldnt be siblings but since they grew up in the orphanage together, theyd treat each other as such, yknow? i mean, thats how you'd treat a childhood friend, so it'd make since it would be similar in this context :DD
I was thinking that if he uses his power too much, he'd voice would stop working?? like he'd be mute for a bit? and he'd probably dissociate a bit once he starts using his powers more because, yknow... reality kinda bends to your whime which basically makes nothing set in stone i mean, if he WANTED to, he could make it so lizzie never got put in the orphange just by saying it out loud... but he wont. he's a bit too selfish for that :)
also yeah i was thinking like, 11 maybe? idk 11 is always the default age for me when writing these sort of things ;v; i might make the store clerk etho lwk im not the only one that gets store clerk vibes from him, right?? right?????? and then the new lady at the orphange would OBVI be pearl like cmon, that gives me a chance to make pearl and grian angst too!! and uh the old lady will be cleo i love her but she would fill the role best </333
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Guess who uploaded a little something to ao3? ME!
Original oneshot that I've gotten a TON of compliments on (even by my ela teacher) is now offically on ao3!!
you can get to it here :)
Summary:
"Ice skating is Tanner's passion, his life, and he won the championship! But a certain competitor wasn't very happy about that... Eh, it's fine!"
IT WON'T GET TOO MUCH TRACTION CUZ IT'S ORIGINAL CHARACTERS BUT I DON'T CARE!! also if you read it here on tumblr, you might want to read it again, i might've added a few things,,, :)
im proud of this so im posting it to tumblr. TW: murder (described), description of (minor) panic attack, hysteria, choking. (if theres anything more, TELL ME IMMEDIATELY)
I would also like the preference this by say i do not not the first thing about ice skating. so... uhm warning! i just went where the wind blew me lwk
OK OK OK READ NOW AND TELL ME WHAT TW TO ADD, BETTER TO HAVE TOO MUCH THAN TOO LITTLE
This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for. All his training, all his late nights spent practicing⌠they all led to this.
âCalm down,â Tanner thought to himself, shaking his head as if to rid him of his nerves. âItâs just a ChampionshipâŚâÂ
Suddenly, arms wrapped around his neck from nowhere, causing him to jump. âTanner!â His older sister, Hannah, said, smiling brightly at him as he turned to face her. He smiled.
âHi Hannah.â
âSuper excited to see you again! Mom says you're really good?â She complimented, pulling her arms off of him. Ah, right. Since Hannahâs been away at university, she has yet to see him out on the ice. Tanner sighed, looking out at the ice, almost passed it.
âI hope soâŚâ
Hannah frowned, nudging his shoulder with her own. âHey, Iâm sure youâll do good. Itâs not the end of the world, right?â She reasoned. He nodded hesitantly in agreement. Even if he didnât win, it wasnât like the loser died. Thatâd be berserk.
âAnyways, I wanted to wish you good luck before you got on the ice! So did Katherine but she was too lazy to get up.â Hannah bitched, huffing out Katheirneâs name. Theyâve been fighting a lot recently, and Hannahâs especially been complaining to him.Â
âI could probably use this against her later,â he noted mentally. âSome sort of blackmail.â
âThank you Hannah, and tell Kat I say thank you too. Seriously.â He said, putting up a hand to stop Hannah from disagreeing. Predictably, the blonde groaned, slouching.
âFineee⌠Okay, bye T-Bag! Canât wait to see you in action!â She walked away, leaving Tanner alone with his thoughts once again. He sighed heavily, leaning on the railing with all his weight. He felt a hand on his back, looking up to see his coach. Dad. The very man that got him into ice skating.
âChamp, you ok? You look down. Nerves gettinâ to ya?â Dad asked, rubbing Tannerâs back gently. He just sighed, resting his forehead on his arms.
âObviously. Iâm going against, like, their best skater. Iâm not even the best on our team!â
âAnd who told you that?â
 âSport statistics.â
âAh, sport statistics are just old guys trying to bring down upcoming athletes.â Dad waved him off, buzzing his lips. Tanner didnât respond, frankly only feeling worse. His dad, sensing this, sighed, leaning down to his level.
âListen kid-â
âIâm not a kid anymore.â
Dad pursed his lips. âListen Tanner. I can assure you, the girl youâre going against is just as good as you. She ainât bad by any means, but neither are you, alright? Youâll crush it out there, just like you always do, cause youâre a champ.â
Tanner chuckled, tilting his head up to look Dad in the eyes. âYouâre such a cheese.â
âHey, I just gave you an uplifting speech?!â
He laughed, feeling lighter than he did a couple minutes ago. Dad grinned in victory, just as the announcements started, signaling for everyoneâs attention.
Tannerâs stomach turned uncomfortably, the lights suddenly a bit too bright. He stood completely still as he listened to the announcements drone on. He watched as his teammates went onto the ice, sometimes scoring more points, other times not. He hoped he wasnât other times.
Soon enough (too soon if you asked him), the announcer called his name. His teammates wished him quiet âgood luck!ââs, Dad nodded at him, and off he went onto the ice.
It was as if all his anxiety melted away. Not instantly, never instantly, but still. It was just like training. Him, by himself for hours on end, music playing in his ears as he trained. Except this time, he was scoring points.
He did his routine exactly how he rehearsed, making sure not to break his rhythm. Even as his music mysteriously shut off, even when someone groaned in annoyance at that fact, he continued. He went through his whole routine, finishing off with a bow and leaving the ice.
Immediately, his teammates told him good job, patting him on the back. He smiled, confident that he would get at least close to a full score, if not win.
That was, until his competitor came out.
Evangeline, the announcer had said. That was her name. She had beautiful baby pink dyed hair, presumably undone â though that couldn't be the case, because it was too perfect. Her eyes were blue, soft and warm like a blueberry milkshake, with speckles of lime green.
Oh. OH. He was so screwed.
As she went through her own dazzling routine, he could feel his stomach sinking, groaning into his hands. âUgh, Iâm screwed. Sheâs too good.â
One of his teammates, Easton, smacked his shoulder, grunting out, âDude, sheâs doing half as good as you.â Tanner just groaned again, reminding himself that it was just a championship. There wasnât actually anything on the line other than a medal. Still, ice skating was his world, one of the only things he was good at. If he failed?
He wasnât sure what heâd do.
After an agonizing amount of time, she finally went towards the middle, the judges signalling for him to do the same. He glided over, stopping a couple of feet away from Evangeline. Her originally warm blue eyes darkened as she glared, scowling at him discreetly.
The judges talked back and forth quietly for a bit, each second feeling like a millenia. Eventually, they turned their attention back to the two, and they both instantly straightened, awaiting their individual scores.
âAnd Tanner Floris scores a⌠9/10!â
He sighed in relief. âA high score. Thatâs good.â But not good enough. If Evangeline scored a 10/10, he would lose and leave the ice with everyone staring at him. Not with awe, but pity. Both contestants held their breaths as they awaited the second score.
âAnd Evangeline Valentine scores a⌠8/10! Tanner Floris wins this round! Now, we will take a break for a brief intermission.â
Tanner immediately felt a million times lighter, only slightly flinching when they turned all the lights back on for intermission. Randomly, he was shoved to the side, barely catching his balance as Evangeline skated away, watching as she stomped onto the regular floor and away from all her teammates.
âYeesh, someoneâs a sore loserâŚâ He thought, shrugging it off as he went over to his own cheering team, grinning like someone who won the lottery. He might as well.
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Walking home during the winter was always a pain in the ass. Of course, he didnât do it often, but sometimes Mom wouldnât be able to pick him up and heâd have to bite the bullet and trudge the freezing 20 minute walk home.
Today was especially bad because there was about 2 feet of snow (curse Alaskan weather) and it was nighttime. He had stayed late for a voluntary meeting for the yearbook club, and he was beginning to regret that decision â scratch that, he did regret that decision!
âStupid Alaska, worst weather at the worst timesâŚâ He grumbled to himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets to ward off the cold that was currently biting into his skin.
He paused. It felt like someone was⌠watching him.
He whipped around, looking in all directions only to find nobody in sight. He hummed in confusion, before simply shrugging it off and whistling as he continued his way down the path. He knew lots of shortcuts, this one being his favorite. It was the most secluded, there were barely any animals (surprisingly), and it was peaceful majority of the time. Right now though, it just feltâŚ
Off.
He looked around again. No one.
Rightly creeped out now, he subtly picked up his pace, and thatâs when he heard another pair of hurrying footsteps. He froze. The other person paused too.
âWhat the hellâŚâ he thought to himself, swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat. âWhy the hell would someone follow me?â
He strained his ears to hear breathing; nothing. Maybe he was just imagining it�
He began to walk again, at his usual pace and, once again, heard the footsteps. Still going faster.
Oh. Oh. Heâs in danger.
On instinct, he starts sprinting. Down the trail, over the creek, anywhere. Yet the footsteps remain there, only growing closer. He runs, even as his legs go numb, even as he loses feeling in his fingers from the cold. He turns a corner, recognizing it.
âIâm almost home,â he thinks to himself, almost deliriously. âJust a few more turns.â
Fate, God, whoever was in charge, seemed to have other plans. He feels something make contact with his back, and he tumbles down, his head crashing into the ground with a sickening crack. Definitely concussion worthy.
He groans, trying to push the person's weight off his back, only managing to flip off his stomach. Said stomach then sank.
Evangeline?
The girl looked manic in the dark, pink hair frazzled, blue eyes wide and unrelenting. The two stared at each other, seconds feeling like minutes, minutes feeling like hours. Then, she whispers, so quietly he almost couldnât hear it over the wind:
â⌠Hi.â
Tanner clenched his jaw, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from lashing out at her. Why was she chasing him?! The longer he looked, the more his eyes adapted to the darkness. Was she⌠crying?
Her face much clearer now, she seemed to be holding back laughter as tears streamed down her face, holding something in her hand, which was trembling. Something sharp.
âHoly shit, she has a knife.â Thinking hurt, but his heart paused, a sharp ringing filling his ears. She had a knife in her hands. Pointed down at him. Was this because she lost?! This is insane!
âItâs not nice not to respond, Tanner.â
â... Hello.â He hated how shaky his voice was, but he reasoned with himself. A crazy girl was holding a knife over him. Evangeline just smiled at him. They continued to stare at each other, Evangelineâs tears only becoming more and more until some of them were dripping onto his face.
She let out a laugh, not soft and kind like the ones he heard her share with the judges or her teammates. No, this one was sharp and edged with emotion he couldnât name.
âOh, Tanner, Tanner, TannerâŚâ She sang, bringing the knife down an alarming amount. Alarming enough that Tanner flinched, grabbing her wrist to keep it from coming closer. She flinched at the sudden contact as well, but quickly recovered.
âYou won earlier this week, right? Against me?â
âI d-donât see why thatâs⌠thatâs relevant.â Damnit, stupid concussions.
âOh, itâs very relevant. I don't like being beat, y'know.â She hummed, pushing down harder with the knife, growling in frustration when he restrained her from doing so.
âSo this is about you losing?! Have you lost your mind?!â He shouted, voiced strained. âDamn, sheâs strong,â he thought
Her eye twitched, and her relentless pushing with her knife ceased. He nearly sighed in relief. The only reason he didnât was because she grabbed his neck.
âI have not lost my mind, I am not crazy!â She cackled out psychotically, tightening her grip on his neck. He pulled in desperate gasps of air, clawing at her hands as her nails dug into his neck.
âYou think Iâm crazy? Iâll show you crazy! I swear on my life-â
âEvangeline! S-stop!â He choked out, coughing the longer he went without air. Suddenly, the pressure was completely released, and he heaved in breath after breath like a man who had never breathed before.
 The pink haired girl sat there, silent, her blue eyes turning near silver in the moonlight. She stared at him, arms limp at her side. He shuffled away from her, surprised when she obliged, slowly climbing off his stomach and allowing him to sit up.
Though, he didnât let his guard down. She just tried to choke him to death and stab him, she was not letting him off the hook at this point.
And he was right.
As if sheâd never stopped, she thrusted the knife at him, struggling against his strength. The two grunted against each other's force, Tanner not noticing when he started crying or how she began to cry more in turn.
âStop?! Itâs just a championship, itâs not life or-â
âOh, but Tanner, I donât think you understand, I don't think you could understand! You're just a new skater, so I'll teach you something. I win.â
Suddenly, she used all her force, using her whole body weight to push the knife. Tanner struggled and tried to hold her back, but he couldnât.
He went stiff as the knife entered his stomach, mouth agape. His hand hovered over where the knife was lodged in his stomach, vision blurring. Evangeline too went stiff , both shaking.
Tanner from adrenaline and terror. Evangeline from adrenaline and excitement.
She let out a belly laugh, stabbing him in the stomach. Again and again and again. Each time, the knife pulled away with more blood, his shirt getting stained. His vision focussed on the psychotic girl, stabbing him over and over like some sort of sport. Her breathing was fast, chest heaving, and at some point it stopped seeming like she was actually laughing.Â
âHysteria,â he concluded numbly, his eyes wide as he couldnât tear them away from her, his own breathing soon matching hers.Â
âShit, fuckâ Tanner I- I told you I donât lose. I'm a winner, I win.â She muttered, dropping the blood stained knife into the snow. She looked down at him â when did he flop over? â, smiling at him like a madwoman.
She stood, dusting snow of her pants. She grabbed his limp body by the legs, dragging him somewhere. Where? Who knows. Tannerâs eyes were drooping, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep them open. Tears streamed down his face freely, unable to make any more sound.Â
âI donât want to dieâŚâ he thought, attempting to swallow a lump in his throat, distress only growing as he found himself unable to. The last thing he heard was soft humming, a girl singing, âAnd then there were twoâŚâ
Later that week, a girl with pink hair would walk through the streets with her friends, laughing with her full chest.
âDid you hear about the kid that was murdered recently?â One of her friends would ask. She would say she did not.
âYeah, found dead on a trail? Poor guy, gotta feel bad for his familyâŚâ Her other friend would say. She would agree.
She would not tell them where she was the other night. She would not tell them until she was 32, where she would be found with a knife over a brunette girl.Â
She would not confess until karma caught her first.
omg this reminded me of another original story i made back in the 6th grade ;v; every1 compliments it but its lwk ass so uh ye
Marcus had always been unlucky.
âEthan!â Marcus cried, sprinting over to his brother's side, stumbling around and over other soldiers. Some friends, some enemies. All with one thing in mind; make it home alive. Once he got to his brother, Ethan was bleeding out of his stomach, coughing up blood (but covering his mouth in hopes to stop it), clutching himself in pain.
The brother Marcus once knew, the one filled with the need for adventure and the one that dragged them into this war, was now the one on the floor, slowly losing his life. Marcus fell next to Ethan, yelling for a medic. No one answered.
Marcus screamed again, âSomeone go get a medic! Get the medic!â Ethan groaned from the pain beside him, clutching himself more as he tried to stop the bleeding.
âFuck, it hurts so bad..â Ethan muttered, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
âShit, shit, shit, shit. Câmere Ethan, you can still move, right?â Marcus prodded, concern and horror full in his eyes. Ethan moved closer to Marcus, but that just hurt him more. Marcus didn't know what to do. Could he touch him? Would touch hurt him more?! What does he do?!
A medic rushed over, soldiers shielding her from attacks. She rushed to the two siblings, kneeling next to them, opening her med kit.
âIâm so sorry I took so long, I didnât mean to, I-I⌠let me see the wound.â The medic said, looking Ethan dead in the eyes. After a slow moment of processing (that was bad because him slowing down meant his systems were shutting down and his systems couldn't shut down because he can't die-), he lifted his shirt with trembling, revealing a nasty bullet wound in his stomach.
It was oozing with blood, and, if you looked close enough, you could see the hole in his stomach and maybe even through to the other side. The medic gasped, quickly grabbing bandage. It wouldnât do much, in fact, it wouldn't do anything at all. Ethan groaned, tears beginning to trickle down his face.
âIâm gonna die⌠arenât I?â Ethan asked, sounding like he was looking for a genuine answer.
âHey, hey, shh. Shhh. Youâre okay. Youâre going to be okay, alright?â The medic reassured, but even she sounded like she didnât believe herself, her voice cracking.
âThere- itâs all wrapped up. Thatâs all I can really do, bullet wounds are hard to heal out in the field.â The medic informed them, standing up as she heard others screaming for her and she rushed away.
âPathetic excuse, are you kidding me?!â Marcus thought to himself, biting his lower lip as he looked back to his brother.
Ethan was always a young minded person, who always chose to keep his youthful soul and heart. They were 18. This shouldnât be happening to them. But world war stops for no man.
âIt hurts. It hurts so badly Marc..â Ethan murmured, finally letting his tears fall freely.
âI know.. I know it hurts. But weâre gonna fix you up, like brand new. I promise.â Marcus reassured him, but he was mostly saying this to himself. Ethan looked up at Marcus with a sad smile.
âI'm so- I-Iâm dying..â He whispered, the fight he used to always have in his voice dying out slowly. Marcus shook his head, not believing itâ-refusing to believe it.
âNo. No, stop. Stop talking like that. Youâre going to be fine.â Marcus said, with hoped, grabbing Ethan's hand and holding it close to his own chest.
âThere's no point in denying it Marc...â Ethan asked.
âN-no, you'll be fine...â
â...Iâve failed, havenât I? If I go now, I canât finish my job, which means I failed it..â
Marcus felt his eyes stinging. âNo, no, you did so good. Donât worry, you-you did so good..â Marcus promised softly, his voice trembling and quiet, his hands shaking as he held his brother tighter. Until Ethan gasp in pain, which made him release him.Â
Ethan looked up at him, his lip slightly trembling but still forming a small smile, the light in his eyes ever so slightly fading. Marcus noticed. Marcus shook his head violently, tears beginning to stream down his face. He grabbed his brotherâs hand with both his own. Hands were uninjured, it was safe to grab them.
âNo-no, youâll be ok⌠please be okay, please be okay, please-please be okayâŚâ Marcus said under his breath, his voice shaking, his hands shaking. âYouâre fine, youâre fine, youâre fine⌠y-youâll be fine, I promise..â
Ethan let out a weak laugh, one that sounded like it hurt him. His body, which was usually tense, what Marcus hoped stayed tense, began to loosen. He was dying. Marcus reached his arms out, holding Ethan against his chest.Â
The sounds of war, the screaming, the crying, the shotguns, bodies dropping, swords clashing against each other, grenades being thrown and exploding, all of it just faded away. All that Marcus could hear was his brother's slowing breathing, his own quick pulse. All he could feel was horror and his own brother, someone he grew up with, dying in his arms.
Ethan's breathing grew shallower and shallower, his body growing less tense by the minute. Marcus was crying, his tears falling onto his dying brother, when he heard him whisper,
âMarcus...?â Marcus opened his eyes which were originally squeezed shut, his vision blurry.
â...W-what..?â Marcus stuttered, raising his eyebrow.
âI-I love you... I don't think I told you that nearly enough...â Ethan breathed, unable to move his body; but his smile was still there, even if it was smaller than before.
âI love you.âÂ
â... I love you too, Ethan...â
The two boys sat there, waiting. One to die, for the pain to end. The other to stay, just to bask in his brothers fading presence.
Marcus stayed even when his brother went limp, the light leaving his eyes. Marcus choked back a sob, clutching his dead body like he too would die if he were to let go. He stayed even as soilder exited the battle field.
He doesn't know why he didn't die when he was sitting there. maybe the offending soldiers took pity on him.
He wished they didn't.
Marcus saw the nurse at the funeral. All he could think about when he saw her was how she didn't even try.
im proud of this so im posting it to tumblr. TW: murder (described), description of (minor) panic attack, hysteria, choking. (if theres anything more, TELL ME IMMEDIATELY)
I would also like the preference this by say i do not not the first thing about ice skating. so... uhm warning! i just went where the wind blew me lwk
OK OK OK READ NOW AND TELL ME WHAT TW TO ADD, BETTER TO HAVE TOO MUCH THAN TOO LITTLE
This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for. All his training, all his late nights spent practicing⌠they all led to this.
âCalm down,â Tanner thought to himself, shaking his head as if to rid him of his nerves. âItâs just a ChampionshipâŚâÂ
Suddenly, arms wrapped around his neck from nowhere, causing him to jump. âTanner!â His older sister, Hannah, said, smiling brightly at him as he turned to face her. He smiled.
âHi Hannah.â
âSuper excited to see you again! Mom says you're really good?â She complimented, pulling her arms off of him. Ah, right. Since Hannahâs been away at university, she has yet to see him out on the ice. Tanner sighed, looking out at the ice, almost passed it.
âI hope soâŚâ
Hannah frowned, nudging his shoulder with her own. âHey, Iâm sure youâll do good. Itâs not the end of the world, right?â She reasoned. He nodded hesitantly in agreement. Even if he didnât win, it wasnât like the loser died. Thatâd be berserk.
âAnyways, I wanted to wish you good luck before you got on the ice! So did Katherine but she was too lazy to get up.â Hannah bitched, huffing out Katheirneâs name. Theyâve been fighting a lot recently, and Hannahâs especially been complaining to him.Â
âI could probably use this against her later,â he noted mentally. âSome sort of blackmail.â
âThank you Hannah, and tell Kat I say thank you too. Seriously.â He said, putting up a hand to stop Hannah from disagreeing. Predictably, the blonde groaned, slouching.
âFineee⌠Okay, bye T-Bag! Canât wait to see you in action!â She walked away, leaving Tanner alone with his thoughts once again. He sighed heavily, leaning on the railing with all his weight. He felt a hand on his back, looking up to see his coach. Dad. The very man that got him into ice skating.
âChamp, you ok? You look down. Nerves gettinâ to ya?â Dad asked, rubbing Tannerâs back gently. He just sighed, resting his forehead on his arms.
âObviously. Iâm going against, like, their best skater. Iâm not even the best on our team!â
âAnd who told you that?â
 âSport statistics.â
âAh, sport statistics are just old guys trying to bring down upcoming athletes.â Dad waved him off, buzzing his lips. Tanner didnât respond, frankly only feeling worse. His dad, sensing this, sighed, leaning down to his level.
âListen kid-â
âIâm not a kid anymore.â
Dad pursed his lips. âListen Tanner. I can assure you, the girl youâre going against is just as good as you. She ainât bad by any means, but neither are you, alright? Youâll crush it out there, just like you always do, cause youâre a champ.â
Tanner chuckled, tilting his head up to look Dad in the eyes. âYouâre such a cheese.â
âHey, I just gave you an uplifting speech?!â
He laughed, feeling lighter than he did a couple minutes ago. Dad grinned in victory, just as the announcements started, signaling for everyoneâs attention.
Tannerâs stomach turned uncomfortably, the lights suddenly a bit too bright. He stood completely still as he listened to the announcements drone on. He watched as his teammates went onto the ice, sometimes scoring more points, other times not. He hoped he wasnât other times.
Soon enough (too soon if you asked him), the announcer called his name. His teammates wished him quiet âgood luck!ââs, Dad nodded at him, and off he went onto the ice.
It was as if all his anxiety melted away. Not instantly, never instantly, but still. It was just like training. Him, by himself for hours on end, music playing in his ears as he trained. Except this time, he was scoring points.
He did his routine exactly how he rehearsed, making sure not to break his rhythm. Even as his music mysteriously shut off, even when someone groaned in annoyance at that fact, he continued. He went through his whole routine, finishing off with a bow and leaving the ice.
Immediately, his teammates told him good job, patting him on the back. He smiled, confident that he would get at least close to a full score, if not win.
That was, until his competitor came out.
Evangeline, the announcer had said. That was her name. She had beautiful baby pink dyed hair, presumably undone â though that couldn't be the case, because it was too perfect. Her eyes were blue, soft and warm like a blueberry milkshake, with speckles of lime green.
Oh. OH. He was so screwed.
As she went through her own dazzling routine, he could feel his stomach sinking, groaning into his hands. âUgh, Iâm screwed. Sheâs too good.â
One of his teammates, Easton, smacked his shoulder, grunting out, âDude, sheâs doing half as good as you.â Tanner just groaned again, reminding himself that it was just a championship. There wasnât actually anything on the line other than a medal. Still, ice skating was his world, one of the only things he was good at. If he failed?
He wasnât sure what heâd do.
After an agonizing amount of time, she finally went towards the middle, the judges signalling for him to do the same. He glided over, stopping a couple of feet away from Evangeline. Her originally warm blue eyes darkened as she glared, scowling at him discreetly.
The judges talked back and forth quietly for a bit, each second feeling like a millenia. Eventually, they turned their attention back to the two, and they both instantly straightened, awaiting their individual scores.
âAnd Tanner Floris scores a⌠9/10!â
He sighed in relief. âA high score. Thatâs good.â But not good enough. If Evangeline scored a 10/10, he would lose and leave the ice with everyone staring at him. Not with awe, but pity. Both contestants held their breaths as they awaited the second score.
âAnd Evangeline Valentine scores a⌠8/10! Tanner Floris wins this round! Now, we will take a break for a brief intermission.â
Tanner immediately felt a million times lighter, only slightly flinching when they turned all the lights back on for intermission. Randomly, he was shoved to the side, barely catching his balance as Evangeline skated away, watching as she stomped onto the regular floor and away from all her teammates.
âYeesh, someoneâs a sore loserâŚâ He thought, shrugging it off as he went over to his own cheering team, grinning like someone who won the lottery. He might as well.
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Walking home during the winter was always a pain in the ass. Of course, he didnât do it often, but sometimes Mom wouldnât be able to pick him up and heâd have to bite the bullet and trudge the freezing 20 minute walk home.
Today was especially bad because there was about 2 feet of snow (curse Alaskan weather) and it was nighttime. He had stayed late for a voluntary meeting for the yearbook club, and he was beginning to regret that decision â scratch that, he did regret that decision!
âStupid Alaska, worst weather at the worst timesâŚâ He grumbled to himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets to ward off the cold that was currently biting into his skin.
He paused. It felt like someone was⌠watching him.
He whipped around, looking in all directions only to find nobody in sight. He hummed in confusion, before simply shrugging it off and whistling as he continued his way down the path. He knew lots of shortcuts, this one being his favorite. It was the most secluded, there were barely any animals (surprisingly), and it was peaceful majority of the time. Right now though, it just feltâŚ
Off.
He looked around again. No one.
Rightly creeped out now, he subtly picked up his pace, and thatâs when he heard another pair of hurrying footsteps. He froze. The other person paused too.
âWhat the hellâŚâ he thought to himself, swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat. âWhy the hell would someone follow me?â
He strained his ears to hear breathing; nothing. Maybe he was just imagining it�
He began to walk again, at his usual pace and, once again, heard the footsteps. Still going faster.
Oh. Oh. Heâs in danger.
On instinct, he starts sprinting. Down the trail, over the creek, anywhere. Yet the footsteps remain there, only growing closer. He runs, even as his legs go numb, even as he loses feeling in his fingers from the cold. He turns a corner, recognizing it.
âIâm almost home,â he thinks to himself, almost deliriously. âJust a few more turns.â
Fate, God, whoever was in charge, seemed to have other plans. He feels something make contact with his back, and he tumbles down, his head crashing into the ground with a sickening crack. Definitely concussion worthy.
He groans, trying to push the person's weight off his back, only managing to flip off his stomach. Said stomach then sank.
Evangeline?
The girl looked manic in the dark, pink hair frazzled, blue eyes wide and unrelenting. The two stared at each other, seconds feeling like minutes, minutes feeling like hours. Then, she whispers, so quietly he almost couldnât hear it over the wind:
â⌠Hi.â
Tanner clenched his jaw, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from lashing out at her. Why was she chasing him?! The longer he looked, the more his eyes adapted to the darkness. Was she⌠crying?
Her face much clearer now, she seemed to be holding back laughter as tears streamed down her face, holding something in her hand, which was trembling. Something sharp.
âHoly shit, she has a knife.â Thinking hurt, but his heart paused, a sharp ringing filling his ears. She had a knife in her hands. Pointed down at him. Was this because she lost?! This is insane!
âItâs not nice not to respond, Tanner.â
â... Hello.â He hated how shaky his voice was, but he reasoned with himself. A crazy girl was holding a knife over him. Evangeline just smiled at him. They continued to stare at each other, Evangelineâs tears only becoming more and more until some of them were dripping onto his face.
She let out a laugh, not soft and kind like the ones he heard her share with the judges or her teammates. No, this one was sharp and edged with emotion he couldnât name.
âOh, Tanner, Tanner, TannerâŚâ She sang, bringing the knife down an alarming amount. Alarming enough that Tanner flinched, grabbing her wrist to keep it from coming closer. She flinched at the sudden contact as well, but quickly recovered.
âYou won earlier this week, right? Against me?â
âI d-donât see why thatâs⌠thatâs relevant.â Damnit, stupid concussions.
âOh, itâs very relevant. I don't like being beat, y'know.â She hummed, pushing down harder with the knife, growling in frustration when he restrained her from doing so.
âSo this is about you losing?! Have you lost your mind?!â He shouted, voiced strained. âDamn, sheâs strong,â he thought
Her eye twitched, and her relentless pushing with her knife ceased. He nearly sighed in relief. The only reason he didnât was because she grabbed his neck.
âI have not lost my mind, I am not crazy!â She cackled out psychotically, tightening her grip on his neck. He pulled in desperate gasps of air, clawing at her hands as her nails dug into his neck.
âYou think Iâm crazy? Iâll show you crazy! I swear on my life-â
âEvangeline! S-stop!â He choked out, coughing the longer he went without air. Suddenly, the pressure was completely released, and he heaved in breath after breath like a man who had never breathed before.
 The pink haired girl sat there, silent, her blue eyes turning near silver in the moonlight. She stared at him, arms limp at her side. He shuffled away from her, surprised when she obliged, slowly climbing off his stomach and allowing him to sit up.
Though, he didnât let his guard down. She just tried to choke him to death and stab him, she was not letting him off the hook at this point.
And he was right.
As if sheâd never stopped, she thrusted the knife at him, struggling against his strength. The two grunted against each other's force, Tanner not noticing when he started crying or how she began to cry more in turn.
âStop?! Itâs just a championship, itâs not life or-â
âOh, but Tanner, I donât think you understand, I don't think you could understand! You're just a new skater, so I'll teach you something. I win.â
Suddenly, she used all her force, using her whole body weight to push the knife. Tanner struggled and tried to hold her back, but he couldnât.
He went stiff as the knife entered his stomach, mouth agape. His hand hovered over where the knife was lodged in his stomach, vision blurring. Evangeline too went stiff , both shaking.
Tanner from adrenaline and terror. Evangeline from adrenaline and excitement.
She let out a belly laugh, stabbing him in the stomach. Again and again and again. Each time, the knife pulled away with more blood, his shirt getting stained. His vision focussed on the psychotic girl, stabbing him over and over like some sort of sport. Her breathing was fast, chest heaving, and at some point it stopped seeming like she was actually laughing.Â
âHysteria,â he concluded numbly, his eyes wide as he couldnât tear them away from her, his own breathing soon matching hers.Â
âShit, fuckâ Tanner I- I told you I donât lose. I'm a winner, I win.â She muttered, dropping the blood stained knife into the snow. She looked down at him â when did he flop over? â, smiling at him like a madwoman.
She stood, dusting snow of her pants. She grabbed his limp body by the legs, dragging him somewhere. Where? Who knows. Tannerâs eyes were drooping, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep them open. Tears streamed down his face freely, unable to make any more sound.Â
âI donât want to dieâŚâ he thought, attempting to swallow a lump in his throat, distress only growing as he found himself unable to. The last thing he heard was soft humming, a girl singing, âAnd then there were twoâŚâ
Later that week, a girl with pink hair would walk through the streets with her friends, laughing with her full chest.
âDid you hear about the kid that was murdered recently?â One of her friends would ask. She would say she did not.
âYeah, found dead on a trail? Poor guy, gotta feel bad for his familyâŚâ Her other friend would say. She would agree.
She would not tell them where she was the other night. She would not tell them until she was 32, where she would be found with a knife over a brunette girl.Â
She would not confess until karma caught her first.
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