Anonymous Wed 02 Oct 2024 04:16:44 No.69636347 Report

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>>69634771
>Her pen scrawled and scratched, telling a story of romance, a story of finding oneself with the help of another. It was her story.
>Yet it was nothing but a dream. A wanting need, something she'd never have. Just a way to try to stifle that dark feeling in her heart.
>And it did nothing of the sort. A full afternoon spent on nothing but unreciprocated feelings. Not that she'd ever expressed them. They were left to rot inside thanks to her social anxiety. Her inability to speak
>Just an even heavier sense of missed opportunity. A vivid feeling of love long lost and gone. Her flame died out.
>Tears stream down her face as she finishes. The final scene the two of them embraced and kissing as they finally find it within each other to come clean about how they feel.
>Anon opening about his old school and Judee gently there for him. Judee herself able to speak freely finally now that she has his support. A couple, down in the dirt but happy. Really and truly happy.
>It's almost too much to bear. In a flash she's over to her bed, crumpled into a ball as she weeps into it. Journal still open on the small desk, lamp illuminating the ink on paper.
>Judee finds herself asleep not long after. Exhaustion taking form and yanking her forcefully into slumber with or without her consent. Dawning another day where she has to trudge it with all her hangups and heartbreak.
>A quick goodbye to her mother and she's off to class. Graduation is only a few days away now. Judee can't help but clutch at her heart at the thought of it.
>Her little friendgroup threatening to collapse. Heather's going back home and Wendy is completely up in the air. An ending. All alone.
>Judee can't help but find more tears in her eyes as she approaches the building. A deep breath and she finds a strength in her to at least fight through the last few days. Have to hold it in. Can't offer up that vulnerability.
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Anonymous Wed 02 Oct 2024 04:17:45 No.69636368 Report

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>>69636347
>She's caught by her flaming red-haired ally.
>"Morning Judee. You good?"
>Judee both adores and hates how perceptive the Compy can be. The ever-watchful gaze peering at Judee and correctly sussing out somethings amiss.
>Before Judee can even refute her Wendy is into Judee's personal space, checking deeply on everything she can.
>"W-Wendy I'm fine!"
>The lie is caught as the compy begins digging through Judee's things. A flash of panic hits. Did she, in her morning rush, pack that notebook?
>It's lived in the backpack for a while, now. Empty before last night. Did habit take over? Judee tries to fight off the compy's prying hands but is hopeless in her efforts. To her pure shock, the compy finds her prize.
>Holding it like it's some sort of foul rotted piece of refuse the compy scrunches her face up at it.
>"Judee what is this?"
>Panicking the troodon tries to retrieve the notebook, kept just out of reach by an extremely deft Schizo.
>"It's my new notebook! Just...give it back...please?"
>Again, her facade is poked straight through as the compy opens it. Judee's heart sinks into the absolute depths of her stomach as her friend betrays her trust and reads her deepest and darkest secret.
>And yet she just shrugs. "Oh that explains a lot." A strange look enters the red eyes of the compy as Judee roughly mashes her hands into her face, wishing she could simply just blip out of existence in that moment.
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Anonymous Wed 02 Oct 2024 04:18:45 No.69636385 Report

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>>69636368
>"Tell ya what, Judee. Come by my place this afternoon okay?"
>Judee is handed back the notebook, almost pressed into her hands as she tries to wipe the blush off her face. Wendy merely smiling at her as the third of the group bounds up, loudly announcing her presence and signaling the turn of the conversation.
>Judee accepts it instantly. No need to dwell. No need to drag others into her sadness. For the moment she just enjoys the company of the others and starts the day. Class is mostly nothing, just lectures about the future and finalization of grades and last-minute bumps.
>All of it just slowly draining the energy from Judee. Her future looking dim as she has to ponder it. Not smart, not athletic, not rich. Just plain old Judee.
>By the time school has finished it's dragged her back into a deep pit. Barely able to focus on those around her. Even the usual walk home seems to take longer as the world itself presses onto her.
>A stop for a small snack with her mother before she sets off to Wendy's. Maybe she has a solution for this mire that Judee finds herself in. Maybe not. At the very least it's something to distract from her own horrible thoughts.
>Judee finds herself and Wendy's doorstep not long after, the girl already opening the door to greet Judee.
>Wendy's forceful and rushed as she drags the troodon inside, not letting Judee get a single word in while brushing her own parents off as well. She's driven.
>Judee finds out why rather quickly. As they step inside Wendy's room she's taken aback at the place, coated in wires and gadgets. Judee stares dumbfounded as she's quickly sat into a chair nearby. Before she realizes she's being...strapped in.
>A protest is rushed out, "W-Wendy!? What is this?"
>A wide and strange smile crosses the perpetrator. "Turns out those voices I hear are signals from somewhere. I've been looking into them for a while. Welcome to flight number one, dimension-naught Judee."
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Anonymous Wed 02 Oct 2024 04:19:46 No.69636407 Report

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>>69636385
>Judee panics and struggles against the restraints as Wendy cackles and plays with some dials. Judee starts to muster the courage to scream, to alert that she's in danger. Before she can open her snout it's covered. Wendy noticing and shushing the incoming cry for help.
>"Relax, Judee. This works for both of us." Judee watches in horror as several wires spark, machines creak and crane and the chair she sits in...vibrates. A small metal dome, made from a colander, is lowered onto Judee's head as she shakes her no roughly, begging Wendy to quit.
>It's too late. Cackling like a mad villain Wendy grabs a switch, made from a salvaged light switch, wire tied across it. In a show of grandiose she flips it and in a flash the house breaker flips. Darkness. Judee sits scared stiff, waiting for something.
>Nothing.
>Judee slowly relaxes, realizing whatever harebrained scheme Wendy has cooked up did nothing but short the house out. She starts to try to move her hand to slip from the cuffs but finds herself completely unrestrained.
>Surprised and confused she waves an arm around, trying to find purchase and stand. She calls, "Wendy? You okay?"
>The dark void offers no response. Judee quiety moves her arms around as she leans up, realizing a soft feeling on her legs. She reaches down to notice she's...blanketed. A sudden touch of deja vu strikes.
>Spooked out of her mind she slowly moves a hand over to where her phone usually lays beside her on the nightstand. Sure enough her claws tap on the cold screen. It lights up to reveal Judee in her room, in bed.
>Looking down and over to the phone she peers hard at the date and time. Almost four in the morning, a hair before. January. Sixth.
>Judee pinches herself. Slaps herself. Checks in every way she can she's alive, not dead from a sudden shock to the head. Not going to open her eyes to a confused Wendy on why her machine blew up. Not wake up in a hospital.
>It's...real. A second chance. She can...
>Can she?
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Anonymous Wed 02 Oct 2024 04:20:47 No.69636428 Report

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>>69636407
>A sick feeling opens in the pit of her stomach. She could, she knows him. Knows that she has to move, knows that she can be there for him.
>But would need to rip him away from Fang.
>She'd take that role, destined for the ptero for herself. Could she do that? Did she deserve to do that?
>It's a horrible sinking feeling. She has the chance, right? All she has to do is...take it. Away from Fang.
>As she stews in the sinking feeling her phone buzzes, startling her. To her surprise it's a message from Wendy.
>"A little birdie tells me you have something to talk to me about. See you at school."
>Judee's claws find their way up to the side of her head as it threatens to split from the stress at making the decision. At being sent six months back.
>Her heart gently beats to it's own rhythm. Ready for action.
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