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𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ` * . ‘ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ’

“Wait–stop!” Reggie shouts, finally finding her voice after moments of terrified floundering. “You’ll destroy it all!” She has to duck one of the collapsed pillars as it’s hurled, and wind slices into her face.

“That’s not true!” she shouts over the roar of the angry sky and distant seas. “You can’t say that–when you’re the one making this decision for me!”

Tears decorate her own youthful face. “No! I’m not–I won’t do that to you! I wouldn’t…do that! I won’t hurt–I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

She won’t give up on her friend. She refuses. No matter how much the other hates her, she won’t let her suffer alone. Even if it risks her death. She’ll stay.

…But not now. If she stays now, Endless will die. The witch will die. They all will die.

Choking on a sob, she mouths three words that can’t be heard over the cacophony of anguish. Then she runs.

    Could you feed off of your own negativity? The answer is that the taste is bitter and strong that’s usually paired with depression as a side dish. As soon as the heroic Twelve had left Endless and the witch sat down in front of the demolished temple the island became the most silent in the passing days and weeks.

    But the witch stayed through the passing days that if one were brave enough to look she could be mistaken for having fallen into a deep meditation. And she wish she had for the days felt like eternity and the weight on her chest only grew each passing day. When her only companion besides Twelve —- Big Deal made his appearance she spoke only in silence and he too left in defeat with hope of finding aid.

    What help could anyone offer? The tear she had mended and forgotten so long ago had ripped at the seams once more. But of course, as someone approached she felt the apprehension and familiar presence. Bellatrix didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Instead of shunning them away, however, she finally spoke for the first time in days. ‘ She was my best friend you know. This is the only piece I have left of her’s… ’ casket long discarded, the bow that she holds in her hands brings a genuine smile yet instills sorrow in her heart. Breathing in she tries to force the tears back.

                                                                      ‘ I couldn’t save her. ’

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She had given her the space she assumed the other had wanted, for the sake of the witch and the lives of the Island. Returning home Reggie had cried and cried with utter refusal to leave her room.

Teenaged 'angst' her family assumed; whatever--it made it all the more easy to seclude herself in her room as she wanted.

Drawings scattered on the floor, hadn't been touched for days. The child was almost grateful for the disease that had her bedridden in agony. Depression too had begun to claim her young life.

Hormones, it's all she heard was that word. Hormones, hormones, and yet no one that could tell her how to handle them, and having lost the only person that could.

Carving marks on paper had lost its satisfaction and relief as Reggie soon found herself returning to Endless with them concealed under her sleeves instead.

A gift she had made she clutches tightly in her arms, quiet. Thoughtful. Hesitant. "I'm sure she loved you as much as you did her. I bet she was wonderful."

[boowitched]

𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ` * . ‘ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ’

Bile rises to her own throat, thick tears clouding her eyes as breathing quickens realizing that’s a body. A body. The witch is holding a body and she…just desecrated somebody’s grave. She’s repulsed, horrified with her own actions, unintended as they were.

There’s no coming back from this and nothing the girl can do will make up for it, even if her mind is already reeling with ideas to try. She knows she has to leave, or risk death or the island itself collapsing.

“I didn’t mean it,” she whispers. “You know that.” Teeth grit in tearful desperation, although the others back is turned. “You know me.”

Their gentle banter and surprisingly tender moments already feel like a faded memory. The smirk on the other’s face as she tied her to a branch from her laces; the way Reggie had gone to her in tears the day she was sentenced her diagnosis… Everything that they were is in ruins with the temple.

“I’ll miss you.” She turns and quietly begins to walk slowly out.

    Those three words. She let herself get lost in her fury and the world might as well have ended. There was a roar, loud and echoing as it stretches to reach the farthest expanse of the island and the rest of the isles connected. Everything stilled as the wind made its great escape towards the direction of the ocean. With her arms still clutching the casket Bellatrix snarls at Reggie.

   ‘Shut up! You don’t get to say that and leave. You don’t get to have the last words. You’re just like the other girls. You’re selfish, and cruel and you’ve done nothing but hurt me. What are you going to do next?! Banish me?! Is that it —- now that you’ve seen me like this? Now that you know I can break will you banish me?! Come on banish me! Banish me! Do it! DO IT REGINA! ’

    Her claws extending she slashed at the nearby foliage, screaming hysterics as she picked up the collapsed parts of the ruins and tossed them with all the strength she could muster. Tears soiled her pretty face. When she punched the trees and other surfaces the tears that continued to flow weren’t from her torn and bleeding knuckles. Her hands shook and she just screamed, burying her face in her hands as she finally collapsed onto her knees and all six. She couldn’t save her. She couldn’t save her!

                    ‘ GET OUT! GET AWAY FROM ME!!! ’

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"Wait--stop!" Reggie shouts, finally finding her voice after moments of terrified floundering. "You'll destroy it all!" She has to duck one of the collapsed pillars as it's hurled, and wind slices into her face.

"That's not true!" she shouts over the roar of the angry sky and distant seas. "You can't say that--when you're the one making this decision for me!"

Tears decorate her own youthful face. "No! I'm not--I won't do that to you! I wouldn't...do that! I won't hurt--I didn't mean to hurt you!"

She won't give up on her friend. She refuses. No matter how much the other hates her, she won't let her suffer alone. Even if it risks her death. She'll stay.

...But not now. If she stays now, Endless will die. The witch will die. They all will die.

Choking on a sob, she mouths three words that can't be heard over the cacophony of anguish. Then she runs.

[boowitched]

𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ` * .  ‘ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ’

She’s just a child. It’s what she recalls being huffed under her Mother’s breath in a mixture of exasperation and a gentle plead as she tugged her Father’s sleeve, reminding him not to be too angry when he found his favorite tie sullied with crayon.

She’s just a child. It’s what was whispered sadly as she sat in the soil and let tears stain the Earth as she buried her pet hamster.

She’s just a child. It’s what was growled in anger by her family when out in public a mere week ago, she stuck a moist ice cream spoon to her nose.

Regina Abott is a mere child. Young, inexperienced, and oblivious of the world around her. Naïve to the dark realities and harsh truths that one’s youth could hold as much pain as the adult age she was afraid of growing to.

She’s just a child…

Innocent.

Laughing jovially as she and her friends unknowingly charted dangerous territory with their novelty hockey sticks and giant, peppermint pucks as they roller skated through foliage of candy forests.

Careless.

They hadn’t meant for the puck to get away and crash into the rocks of the temple, tearing through moss and collapsing the very foundation. All had fled but something told her to stay. Something told her to run. Resisting instincts she stayed stock still.

Naïve.

She couldn’t have known, couldn’t believe pain would push someone into doing the unthinkable. She couldn’t believe the one she had come to know as friend was capable of such raw anguish, the type that made the girl’s throat close and heart bleed.

Frightened.

Terror, it barely covered the emotion as she trembled, frightened of the enemy she’d come to love. Frightened of the relationship they had come to cultivate crumbling with the pillars. Frightened of the decorated box she numbly realized was a casket.

“I…I didn’t…I didn’t know…!”

She’s just a child. She hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.

    Heaving with pain in her chest she holds the casket in her arms, the tiny thing it was in the shape and size of a cereal box. She sobbed freely as she feared what she might find within if she were to unlatch the lock. She doesn’t. All that’s left of her old friend —- the single thing left she now cradles in her arms while bringing forth tears.

    No, of course Twelve wouldn’t know the importance of a few ancient ruins. She didn’t know anything. If the situation were of any circumstance Bellatrix would find herself scoffing at another one of the hero’s naive antics. Forgiveness isn’t uncommon but the child won’t find it on the island at least not today, and perhaps not ever. The rage bubbling within only held back by the traumatic agony that keeps the witch from making any sort of relapse in judgement. But she knows the answer and holds onto her decision. This desecration cannot be forgiven. Bellatrix refused. Lips trembling and a frown drawing upon her face she turns away. ‘ Get out. ’

    ( Get out ) she says under her breath. ( Get out ) she says as she embraces her damaged memory of a lost friend. ( Get out ) she says as the words spoken are not of any warning but command. Endless is her island. Endless is her as she is it. If she were to cease existing so would it. If she screamed the caves would breathe. If she cried the skies would flood. If she roared the volcanoes would erupt. She had absolute control… for now. ‘ Get. Out. ’

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Bile rises to her own throat, thick tears clouding her eyes as breathing quickens realizing that’s a body. A body. The witch is holding a body and she…just desecrated somebody’s grave. She’s repulsed, horrified with her own actions, unintended as they were.

There’s no coming back from this and nothing the girl can do will make up for it, even if her mind is already reeling with ideas to try. She knows she has to leave, or risk death or the island itself collapsing.

“I didn’t mean it,” she whispers. “You know that.” Teeth grit in tearful desperation, although the others back is turned. “You know me.”

Their gentle banter and surprisingly tender moments already feel like a faded memory. The smirk on the other’s face as she tied her to a branch from her laces; the way Reggie had gone to her in tears the day she was sentenced her diagnosis… Everything that they were is in ruins with the temple.

“I’ll miss you.” She turns and quietly begins to walk slowly out.

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    There are very few things that the Bad Witch of Endless Island feared and what she had managed to discover struck her chest so heavily that she could feel the vile coming up her throat mixed with the familiar tang of blood. She set out. Quickly. Racing across the jungle towards a specific direction. There’s new found strength in each gallop as her features shift into something monstrous, her animal form taking absolute control. She’s already seeing red before she’d made it to her destination.

    Words came prior of one of her sacred temples being decimated due to the careless actions of Twelve and her friends, and if the case were that the temple they had decided to destroy no matter if an accident or not is not the one that held one of her most prized possessions then she wouldn’t be in such a panic. For all she knew the little runts could be at all the other dwelling places but she had to know. She had to see for herself. And when she arrived, the hope of having her treasured shrine completely in tact and devoid of any intruders proved false.

    The wildlife and island inhabitants at the scene were already running at the sight of her towering figure but Twelve? What made the pissworm stay she hadn’t a clue. And she didn’t care. Not when tears were starting to gather in her eyes and Bellatrix could only let out a pathetic croak as her voice nearly seized up. ‘ No. NO! ’ rushing forward she throws herself against the collapsed cement and begins pushing and tossing the heavy rocks aside.

    Decades of untouched moss scratched off the surfaces of broken pillars and stone carvings. She’s digging and digging and digging like a puppy eager to find the bone it had buried. There’s tears in her eyes now and her labored breathing isn’t helping. She doesn’t care whether Twelve saw her in this state. In this very moment nothing else existed and she just dug deeper and deeper and… there it was. She’d found it and with careful handling and a broken heart she pulled out the decorated box and held it against her chest.

    Shoulders shaking her head dips forward so low that the curtain of lavender strands draws themselves close against her eyes and she just… cries. She feels the dented side of her treasured box against her body and she prays that the item inside is still in tact. ‘ Regina… ’ the name is her own but it is also Twelve’s. How could she do this? How could she? Who is she even referring to anymore? With a tear stained face and purple hair clinging on wet viridescent features the witch raises to face her adversary and screams with unbridled rage and genuine pain.

                                                       ‘ Y O U   D I D   T H I S ! ! ! ’

@𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹​ ` * .     ‘ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ’    / /      𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹

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She’s just a child. It’s what she recalls being huffed under her Mother’s breath in a mixture of exasperation and a gentle plead as she tugged her Father’s sleeve, reminding him not to be too angry when he found his favorite tie sullied with crayon.

She’s just a child. It’s what was whispered sadly as she sat in the soil and let tears stain the Earth as she buried her pet hamster.

She’s just a child. It’s what was growled in anger by her family when out in public a mere week ago, she stuck a moist ice cream spoon to her nose.

Regina Abott is a mere child. Young, inexperienced, and oblivious of the world around her. Naïve to the dark realities and harsh truths that one’s youth could hold as much pain as the adult age she was afraid of growing to.

She's just a child…

Innocent.

Laughing jovially as she and her friends unknowingly charted dangerous territory with their novelty hockey sticks and giant, peppermint pucks as they roller skated through foliage of candy forests.

Careless.

They hadn’t meant for the puck to get away and crash into the rocks of the temple, tearing through moss and collapsing the very foundation. All had fled but something told her to stay. Something told her to run. Resisting instincts she stayed stock still.

Naïve.

She couldn’t have known, couldn’t believe pain would push someone into doing the unthinkable. She couldn’t believe the one she had come to know as friend was capable of such raw anguish, the type that made the girl’s throat close and heart bleed.

Frightened.

Terror, it barely covered the emotion as she trembled, frightened of the enemy she’d come to love. Frightened of the relationship they had come to cultivate crumbling with the pillars. Frightened of the decorated box she numbly realized was a casket.

“I…I didn’t…I didn’t know…!”

She's just a child. She hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.

[boowitched]

𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ` * .

She feels the weird ‘tp tp’ vibrations through the helmet, but the fingers that barely ghost through tangerine locks is another feeling entirely. Almost sweet, and strangely she wants it to continue and is disappointed when it doesn’t.

“Is the birds and the bees some horror story?” Someone should have read the books her Mom gave her more closely, but unfortunately Reggie tossed the things before getting to that terminology.

Expression sours briefly, then turns to something more somber. “He used to be my friend, you know.” Before you stole him away and made him into your evil little minion. “Sure, I’d like to hear about Big Deal.”

    ‘ But of course. Unfortunately I think Big Deal still considers you a friend. Heaven knows he’s tried to convince me to have a more peaceful approach to you and your awful sidekicks ruining my island.’ She smells the disappointment but decides to ignore it. The sudden pinch inside her chest must be from the change in her behavior —- for the time being. 

    There’s still enough negative air drifting from the events earlier. Enough to satisfy her appetite in an ironic attempt to keep aiding her enemy. Laying more comfortably now, Bellatrix lets herself settle against what is mercifully a clean side of grass. She lays her crossed arms on the dirt and proceeds to press one side of her face against the back of her hand. ‘ He’s quite resilient. I take it that he got that stubborn determination from you. ’

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Her heart swells and simultaneously aches at the same time as she thinks of her estranged friend. But she’s hopeful at the same time. “He does?” A smile plays at her lips. “Yeah. ...Why didn’t you have a more peaceful approach?”

Irritated, she tries to gaze back at her. It’s hard to do laying against her side but she hopes she feels the glare at the back of her head. “Not that I don’t love having butt to kick, but I mean seriously what’s...the big problem? Everyone is so happy here, what’s to hate about this?”

Hearing more about Big Deal makes her grin proudly. “Yeah maybe...I’m quite the influence around here.”

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𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ` * .

The sudden jab makes the child jump in reflex and then moan in uncomfortable anger. “Will you stop that? Ya keep makin’ me move…” A sly smirk. “Buddy buddy, with you? No. I’m just trying to pass time.” Also figure out the eldritch she thought was one dimensional.

Head slumps back against the other as she gazes quizzically. Clearly it doesn’t dawn on her. “Birds and bees? You got a story about a bird and bee?” Probably, wild life was huge here. “The honey bees here are so big!”

   And just as it had arrived her amusement has gone. She nearly sits up completely, folding her front legs together in disbelief and shaking her head. ‘ What a poor and lost child you are though, I take it that school hasn’t caught you up with the term yet. But not to worry! ’

    Claw tips drum against the girl’s helmet and slips through the orange strands. Twelve’s chin is lifted by the witch’s claw. ‘ I could prep you up before your school teaches you about something like it but I’d rather not steal away the expression on your face when you find out. It’s always more fun when a group of you ugly cretins all scream in unison and terror. So let’s try another story. Hmm. ’

    Oh! Oh… with a flat look on her face Bellatrix contemplates on whether she should even mention another brand new subject. With a dissatisfied sound and a roll of her eyes she sighs. ‘ I suppose I could tell you about how infuriated I am with Big Deal. Does that sound good? No, wait, he’s rather boring isn’t he? Blech. I can taste the sweetness once more oh it’s absolutely repulsive ! ’

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She feels the weird ‘tp tp’ vibrations through the helmet, but the fingers that barely ghost through tangerine locks is another feeling entirely. Almost sweet, and strangely she wants it to continue and is disappointed when it doesn’t.

“Is the birds and the bees some horror story?” Someone should have read the books her Mom gave her more closely, but unfortunately Reggie tossed the things before getting to that terminology.

Expression sours briefly, then turns to something more somber. “He used to be my friend, you know.” Before you stole him away and made him into your evil little minion. “Sure, I’d like to hear about Big Deal.”

[boowitched]

𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ` * .

I’d do something ridiculous anyway.” Endearing tooth gap does show as she grins, strangely at ease even if she finds the situation to be just bizarre. “Surely we both know that.”

The heating pad is starting to calm the ache in her gut. “You say you wanna help right? Get my mind off the pain.” She tries to twist back to look at her, turned into her soft fur. “Story time?“ If whatever the witch is concealing can help her understand better…then she definitely wants to know.

    This girl is goddamn adamant. Oh why did she have to open her own mouth? Curses! The witch jabs the girl’s side with a quick whip of her tail and growls through gritted teeth. ‘ Don’t test me. ’ She hopes she has communicated her stance a final time to Twelve.

    ‘ Don’t be so quick to get buddy - buddy with me, pipsqueak. If you really want a story I can tell you something just as interesting. ’ Now she’s grinning again with a hint of mischief added to the mix. ‘ How about the Birds and the Bees? ’ Don’t emote. She’s already cackling. 

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The sudden jab makes the child jump in reflex and then moan in uncomfortable anger. “Will you stop that? Ya keep makin' me move…” A sly smirk. "Buddy buddy, with you? No. I'm just trying to pass time." Also figure out the eldritch she thought was one dimensional.

Head slumps back against the other as she gazes quizzically. Clearly it doesn’t dawn on her. “Birds and bees? You got a story about a bird and bee?” Probably, wild life was huge here. “The honey bees here are so big!”

[boowitched]

𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ` * .

“I hope so.” Probably a weird thing to hope for but this is too weird for the preteen to comprehend. Sweet? Yeah, but her dynamic with the woman wasn’t supposed to be sweet. They were fated to fight until the day they died! She was certain anyway, until now.

The jab which may have resulted in a giggle if her abdomen wasn’t so swollen received a groan. She swatted at the claw weakly. “Well it was, until you did that anyway.” Cheeks puff out as she gives a pout.

“So…what’s with this sudden turn of events? I mean we’ve made each other bleed, why are you acting so nice now?”

    ‘ You’re not a very good listener, Twelve. I already mentioned that you wouldn’t understand and I would preferably rather you don’t. ’ Fur bristling again she frowns at the inquiry. She’d have to preen herself after if her hair keeps having to stand up like they are. She’s already looking forward to the shower too.

    With a scoff she shifts her weight just a bit, turning away again and forcing the feeling at the pit of her stomach to disintegrate away in her bodily acids. Twelve couldn’t possibly comprehend what she’d be feeling if she were to explain. And she had no intention of starting at the beginning —- when Endless was veiled with dark clouds and she became the evil witch of the isle. ‘ If you knew you might do something ridiculous. I know you would. ’

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I’d do something ridiculous anyway.” Endearing tooth gap does show as she grins, strangely at ease even if she finds the situation to be just bizarre. “Surely we both know that.”

The heating pad is starting to calm the ache in her gut. “You say you wanna help right? Get my mind off the pain.” She tries to twist back to look at her, turned into her soft fur. “Story time?" If whatever the witch is concealing can help her understand better...then she definitely wants to know.

[boowitched]

tw: menstruation !

𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ` * .

Now that the blank terror has left her gaze, a quizzical look follows the strange creature as she just…circles her like some giant green..reptilian cat. Skeptical at first fearing she was sizing her up, Reggie is confused to realize…she’s simply looking for a place to rest?

The limb that grabs her, even with surprising tenderness still has the child instinctively panic out of traumatic memory of such limb not treating her with such kindness. Reggie barely can move however so she can’t lash out against it if she tries.

Awaiting for the witch to hurl her off like trash she blinks as she’s…tucked against her side. She’s never had a chance to appreciate how…soft the other is, always too involved with trying to rip each other apart. The warmth of the viridescent fur is as soothing as the pad that’s gently laid on her rebelling abdomen.

“‘S my island….” she still manages to petulantly mumble but does as she’s told with a wince and a cry of pain. Now she’s just…laying against her enemy. And it’s admittedly comfy, and they’re also still…just laying in blood. Does the witch not see how gross that is?? Why is she doing this? Is she under a spell herself? What the heck??

“Wh…what’s going on?”

    ‘ This island belonged to me before you had ever even come into existence my child.There are things here that you cannot fathom. Just lie still before I change my mind. ’ There had been a hiss somewhere in that statement and the coiling of her tail as tension peaked for a moment. An ancient ire bubbling to the top of the brewing cauldron. But she calms and breathes, bristled fur falling against her skin once more and she tries to shift as little as possible over the blood she and the other are laying upon.

    The smell of confusion is strong and she can’t blame the girl. A valid response to a bewildering situation. The glare from her words before fading as she turns to face away. ‘ I’m helping you is what’s going on. Don’t think too much about this because before we know it we’ll be back to our merry schedule of beating each other up. ’ Bellatrix smiles this time, presenting her huge grin and pristine fangs . She laughs at the girl’s expression then and dares to poke the other’s abdomen in playful manner. She can’t settle for being too nice now. ‘ Is the heat pack soothing your pain? You tell me. ’

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“I hope so.” Probably a weird thing to hope for but this is too weird for the preteen to comprehend. Sweet? Yeah, but her dynamic with the woman wasn’t supposed to be sweet. They were fated to fight until the day they died! She was certain anyway, until now.

The jab which may have resulted in a giggle if her abdomen wasn’t so swollen recieved a groan. She swatted at the claw weakly. “Well it was, until you did that anyway.” Cheeks puff out as she gives a pout.

“So...what’s with this sudden turn of events? I mean we’ve made each other bleed, why are you acting so nice now?”

[boowitched]

tw: menstruation !

𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ` * .

She’s certain she’s dying. It sounds ridiculously overly dramatic (not that the child hasn’t always had a nact for the theatrics), but Reggie is certain that she’s dying. What other explanation can there be for a cycle that’s gone on so long and brought such pain?

Perhaps not so dramatic at all as the child may not be dying, but she is in potential danger. Crimson that continues to leak threatens to lower the count within her veins. Reggie is not going to die but there is something very wrong. Her skin even is slightly paler, pasty. She’s dizzy and is…she supposed to be this dizzy?

The child desperately tries to put some distance between herself and her enemy. Breathing shallow as it is quickens. One swipe with those sharp claws and she can slash her throat. She can squeeze the life out of her within the wraps of her tail or puncture flesh with needle sharp teeth. Buttwitch can do whatever she wants to her right now and Reggie is helpless to stop her.

“I can help you, if you allow me that is. Will you allow me, Regina?”

“…What?” Confusion breaks through the haze she’s in as her wide eyes blink through tears. Understandable skepticism comes to her face as she glares, but it holds no real strength.

“Wh-what’s your idea of helping me? Use your creepy witchy power and turn the blood into some gloopy blood monster?” Oh God that sounds disgusting, she hates she even suggested it. 

Oh God, the needles!

“Ah!” She cries out in pain and fights the urge to sob. Words, terrified rambles tumble out before she can stop it. “I don’t understand! I-it’s so bad! Is it supposed to be this b-bad?! The blood! The…dizziness! Everything…it’s spinning!”

    ‘ Eugh! Even when you’re keeled over like a dying possum you manage to be more disgusting than pathetic. I expect nothing less of you, Twelve. Now scooch over you gremlin. ’ shifting back to her animal form the witch got on all fours and circled the hero . patting the grass with her paws to see where its most comfortable to lay on but, judging by the uneven terrain she thought where the girl is already resting is a passable place to sit . with her extra pair of limbs she’s able to lift Twelve’s upper body up with ease and allows the girl to lay against her warm matte fur when Bellatrix has settled down herself .

    a sigh . head shaking and elbow resting against grass as the witch props her cheek in the palm of her hand and summons an object with her other . she offers the bag to the girl . the outside made of fine cotton and woven with interesting patterns . Bellatrix nudges the pack to Twelve and coaxes her to lay more properly . ‘ It’s a heat pack for that grumpy belly . It’s only a temporary solution to what I can only assume is a condition best checked on by a medical doctor in your world but , as long as you’re on my island I may be able to cure you . Temporarily .

    You see the only thing is that I’d need to gather some proper herbs . I haven’t done this in ages so you’re in absolute luck that I still had a heat pack in my stash . Now lie properly . Straight puh - ugh, please . ’ she doesn’t move Twelve this time . Patience is key and when situations came to womanhood she let the person decide when they were ready .

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Now that the blank terror has left her gaze, a quizzical look follows the strange creature as she just...circles her like some giant green..reptilian cat. Skeptical at first fearing she was sizing her up, Reggie is confused to realize...she’s simply looking for a place to rest?

The limb that grabs her, even with surprising tenderness still has the child instinctively panic out of traumatic memory of such limb not treating her with such kindness. Reggie barely can move however so she can’t lash out against it if she tries.

Awaiting for the witch to hurl her off like trash she blinks as she’s...tucked against her side. She’s never had a chance to appreciate how...soft the other is, always too involved with trying to rip each other apart. The warmth of the viridescent fur is as soothing as the pad that’s gently laid on her rebelling abdomen.

“‘S my island....” she still manages to petulantly mumble but does as she’s told with a wince and a cry of pain. Now she’s just...laying against her enemy. And it’s admittedly comfy, and they’re also still...just laying in blood. Does the witch not see how gross that is?? Why is she doing this? Is she under a spell herself? What the heck??

“Wh...what’s going on?”

[boowitched]

tw: menstruation !

𝑪𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 ` * .

Fear. If only that’s enough to articulate what the young girl is experiencing, and had been for over a week now. Way over a week in fact. The deceiving promise that this suffering would last only three to five days was horse manure and she’s already yelled at her Mom over it. Heh, mood swings, right?

She’d screamed and cried the first time she wiped and red stained white tissue. Even with these books meant to mentally prepare her, nothing could prepare a child to see blood leaking down their legs the first time. Reggie hadn’t been prepared for what came next either; the bloating, the cravings, the snapping outbursts that had her sent to her room. The uncomfortable itch of a cotton liner.

‘It’s normal hunny,’ her Mother had assured her as a hand rubbed her swollen belly. Until it suddenly wasn’t. Until the flow of blood far surpassed the bullcrap 3 tablespoons she was supposed to lose; until she was changing a pad every hour; until her Mother was holding her as she rocked back and forth and screamed into a pillow through sharp hyperventilated breaths.

“Something is wrong.” That’s what she heard her Mother whisper on the phone, that’s what her Mother didn’t want her to know. “I know all girl’s flows are different but this isn’t normal.”

She has an appointment coming up with a gynecologist, and she’s scared.

Yet wanting to regain a sense of normalcy Reggie retreats to Endless and tries to forget the fact she’s on the twelfth day of her menstrual cycle. She’s there for not even five minutes before she feels the tell-tale trickle going down her pants and sees the awful stain of red.

All the child can do is cry as she hides within the foliage, too mortified to show her face. In too much pain to do anything. Even uncurling from a fetal position sends pins and needles coursing up within her.

That’s what makes the fear mount when she sees her nemesis. No witty banter comes. She’s trying to wipe away the blood, hide the blood. Ah, the barbs! The needles again, stabbing with every slight twitch. She can’t move. 

“St-stay back! F-Flaps! Flaps-!!”

    slink away into the greenery like you have before . that’s what her mind tells her when she comes up shocked at the discovery . she barely remembers the first few girls that came to her island, lost and fragile things they were . the fear that entrapped them of adulthood plucking at her heart strings before but , those were days of old . ancient and forgotten times . decades pass and humans evolved from primitive creatures to having more wit about them . every new era brought a challenge that she recalls eagerly facing for the good of all that is under her care . new terminologies . she learned with every person that she welcomed to her island . a person born with a uterus has and will always be her priority above all else, however, and as she too evolved she expected no less of humanity to keep growing as well .

    until the fateful day that a new guest; a new girl stepped over a line the good witch did not know even existed then . she had been at a loss for words . for the first time in her duty she felt helpless . she had failed her purpose and something cracked within her . after that day she began to notice all the flaws in humanity . her third eye had opened to the cynical intent of some that would step foot on her island . more cracks . more flaws . and one day the Good Witch of Endless Island was no more . something sinister lurked in the darkness of the night . a creature of hatred and mischief . bewitching the weak and tricking the gullible . oh how she would laugh at the faces of those who accused her . but they only deserved it . when their ancestors ancestors before them had hurt her and turned her into a monster .

    no more help . no energy to care . that is the way of the Bad Witch of Endless Island but the witch herself couldn’t be more wrong . another long ago when she had watched within the shadows when she’d hear the sobs and see the blood of various teenagers . she remembers listening and knowing the tinge of pain that tugged at her heart then is a part of her old self that would offer a helping hand . in time she would cease observation and forget the familiar scent of menstrual blood .

    until today .  and this case of menses is bad . ‘ I can help. ’ Bellatrix hears herself say for the first time in a very long time. ‘ I can help you if you allow me that is. Will you allow me, Regina? ’

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She’s certain she’s dying. It sounds ridiculously overly dramatic (not that the child hasn’t always had a nact for the theatrics), but Reggie is certain that she’s dying. What other explanation can there be for a cycle that’s gone on so long and brought such pain?

Perhaps not so dramatic at all as the child may not be dying, but she is in potential danger. Crimson that continues to leak threatens to lower the count within her veins. Reggie is not going to die but there is something very wrong. Her skin even is slightly paler, pasty. She’s dizzy and is...she supposed to be this dizzy?

The child desperately tries to put some distance between herself and her enemy. Breathing shallow as it is quickens. One swipe with those sharp claws and she can slash her throat. She can squeeze the life out of her within the wraps of her tail or puncture flesh with needle sharp teeth. Buttwitch can do whatever she wants to her right now and Reggie is helpless to stop her.

“I can help you, if you allow me that is. Will you allow me, Regina?”

“...What?” Confusion breaks through the haze she’s in as her wide eyes blink through tears. Understandable skepticism comes to her face as she glares, but it holds no real strength.

“Wh-what’s your idea of helping me? Use your creepy witchy power and turn the blood into some gloopy blood monster?” Oh God that sounds disgusting, she hates she even suggested it. 

Oh God, the needles!

“Ah!” She cries out in pain and fights the urge to sob. Words, terrified rambles tumble out before she can stop it. “I don’t understand! I-it’s so bad! Is it supposed to be this b-bad?! The blood! The...dizziness! Everything...it’s spinning!”

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hi welcome to my blog Reggie has endometriosis

[boowitched]

tw: blood mention !

    she can already taste the blood . she can taste the tears too and panic and fear . oh how delightfully delicious ! now what has the hero of the island gotten herself into to be in such a tasteful state ? a toothy grin stretches onto viridescent features and the witch takes to her animal form , quick to begin stalking through the jungle foliage to meet her pigheaded prey .

    simple enough as she just follows the scent until she reaches the edge of a fairly familiar clearing; close to the beach yet hidden enough away should she and  t w e l v e ` get into a tussle there would be no interventions . or any ‘ friends ’ to save the feisty heroine . but what greets her is not of the norm when things come to their usual greetings in fact , truly out of the ordinary that what she’s come upon slows her walk after shifting back to her two legged form . there’s an unsettling amount of blood all over the jungle floor . somehow the sight of it feels wrong . the taste isn’t so sweet anymore .

    ‘ twelve? ’ she calls . one hand against a tree as she pushes off and takes a few steps forward . ‘ mmm now this is usually the part where we start shouting but i feel the mighty need to scold you , young one ! come now don’t be stubborn . present the wound and we’ll patch you right ‘o up . ’

･ﾟ♕ ❛ @CNDLESSWCNDER *

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Fear. If only that’s enough to articulate what the young girl is experiencing, and had been for over a week now. Way over a week in fact. The deceiving promise that this suffering would last only three to five days was horse manure and she’s already yelled at her Mom over it. Heh, mood swings, right?

She’d screamed and cried the first time she wiped and red stained white tissue. Even with these books meant to mentally prepare her, nothing could prepare a child to see blood leaking down their legs the first time. Reggie hadn’t been prepared for what came next either; the bloating, the cravings, the snapping outbursts that had her sent to her room. The uncomfortable itch of a cotton liner.

‘It’s normal hunny,’ her Mother had assured her as a hand rubbed her swollen belly. Until it suddenly wasn’t. Until the flow of blood far surpassed the bullcrap 3 tablespoons she was supposed to lose; until she was changing a pad every hour; until her Mother was holding her as she rocked back and forth and screamed into a pillow through sharp hyperventilated breaths.

“Something is wrong.” That’s what she heard her Mother whisper on the phone, that’s what her Mother didn’t want her to know. “I know all girl’s flows are different but this isn’t normal.”

She has an appointment coming up with a gynecologist, and she’s scared.

Yet wanting to regain a sense of normalcy Reggie retreats to Endless and tries to forget the fact she’s on the twelfth day of her menstrual cycle. She’s there for not even five minutes before she feels the tell-tale trickle going down her pants and sees the awful stain of red.

All the child can do is cry as she hides within the foliage, too mortified to show her face. In too much pain to do anything. Even uncurling from a fetal position sends pins and needles coursing up within her.

That’s what makes the fear mount when she sees her nemesis. No witty banter comes. She’s trying to wipe away the blood, hide the blood. Ah, the barbs! The needles again, stabbing with every slight twitch. She can’t move. 

“St-stay back! F-Flaps! Flaps-!!”