Alright so since probably some of u don’t have TikTok,here’s Paris’s full lore!!⬇️
Fast forward introducing 2 parents and 3 daughters. Paris,Iris,Adris. The house was full of fear and abuse..an alcoholic mother,Maria beating her daughters..not Iris..she was the only safe one. Their father,John was working out of the country so he has no idea what Maria is doing. One random day. 7 year old Paris comes back from school..and goes to her sisters room,Adris. “ADRIS!! I HAVE A FUN GA-“ Paris goes silent when she notices Adris’s room messy and drops of blood..she gets confused and runs downstairs. She notices the drops of blood lead to the basement and she can hear her mother’s yelling. She immediately assumes the worst and runs down. “Adris?! Mom?!” She yells and the second she gets down she freezes. Her sisters dead body as her mother smokes above it. Maria gives her daughter a cold glare. “Not a word to your father or anyone..or you will be next.” Paris just looks at her mom with tears. “Mom..what did yo-“ BAM..a chair gets thrown at her head. Maria screams “ I SAID NOT A WORD.”as she walks back up. Paris holds her bleeding hand and runs over to her dead sisters body. Her only best friend. From that day she never got an answer why mom killed her. Every time she asked she either gets beaten or a cigarette gets stabbed in her arm as a warning. The abuse got worse..Paris was scared to even breathe at this point. School was as bad..she got bullied to the core..especially by this girl Rachel.Paris never got a break from cruelty and she wishes she can just get out. Escape. One day..Paris is 15 years old..when she gets woken up by her father in the middle of the night.he’s holding luggage’s. He whispers “Paris..get up..we need to get out. Your mother is a lunatic!” Paris is surprised but also filled with relief..is she finally free? She doesn’t waste a second and jumps out of the bed and they leave. Her father rented a pretty cozy apartment..life was good..until. Paris started having mental issues and would do stuff without conciseness. When she turned 20..she heard a voice in her head…she didn’t feel conscious at all..before she can even blink she notices she’s holding a bloody knife in her dad’s bedroom. She gains consciousness and notices her father’s stabbed body. She drops the knife and looks at her hands…bloody. She tears up. “D-Dad.?” She immediately starts to shake him but he’s completely limp.shes filled with confusion and pain..she’d never kill her dad!! She breaks down apologizing..when she hears faint giggling. She tries to convince herself that it’s a dream when a faint voice whispers. “It’s not a dream..” she flinches and looks around. “Who’s there?!” She pants with tears..the voice answers “it’s you,silly..” the voice gets louder..Paris looks around more..when she sees something across her..it’s a clone of her..but her limbs are long,her eyes and mouth are soulless and black,her hair is long,sharp claws and guts are open. She backs away. Before she can even say a word it disappears. She immediately runs out of the room and locks herself in the bathroom and tries to wash her face. She sobs..”WAKE UP! WAKE UP!! THIS ISINT RE-“ she looks in the reflection and it’s that creature again. She runs out of the bathroom and grabs her things and runs. She doesn’t look back even tho her dead dad is still there. She runs trough the streets with tears..still covered in blood. In the morning she cleans herself in a river and tries to think of something..”great..I don’t have money,my dad is dead,my mom is abusive as shit and my sister fucking hates me!” She says as she dries off and starts walking. She suddenly walks past an ice skating poster. She stops snd stares. “Woah..ice skating..” she stares in admiration when suddenly someone speaks. “A dreamer,I see?” Paris gasps and looks at the person..it’s a very beautiful fox lady. “Are you lost,sweetheart?” Paris was speechless and nods. “Yeah..I was just looking at this po-“ Brooke interrupts her “you know this could be you?~” Brooke wraps an arm around Paris’s shoulder with a smirk. Paris blinks. “How.?I don’t how how to skate and-“ Brooke interrupts her again
“ I’ll teach ya I’ll get you a professional coach and get ya into competitions..I’m an ice skating competition manager” Paris’s face lights up. “Oh my god! No way!! Thank you so much!!” Her tail wags. She dosent notice that Brooke’s eyes are full of GREED. “The names Brooke..Brooke Dior..” she offers a handshake. “I’m Paris..Paris Valentin!” She shakes her hand.. and from that day..she started practicing and eventually she becomes inkwells most best ice skater. She always won..and money piled up for Brooke. Eventually poor ol Paris falls in love..Brooke KNEW and used that as an advantage to gain more money..she worked her to death and would manipulate her..of course Paris didn’t mind since she loved her..Paris loved ice skating..but she never NEVER got a break..and eventually ever small imperfections pissed off Brooke. Hits and beatings were flying at her after every competition. Paris had to hide her bruises with foundation but she was too scared to leave..one day the abuse got to her and she stood up to Brooke. She barges into the bedroom. “IM DONE!! YOU DONT TREAT ME LIKE A GIRLFRIEND!! YOU TREAT ME LIKE YOUR MONEY SLAVE!!” She yells. Brooke scoffs. “Oh is that about the beatings..I’m just trying to-“ Paris interrupts her “NO!! YOU WILL NOT PULL THAT CARD ON ME!! IM DONE!! IM LEAVING!!” Paris storms out…part of her hates the fact she will have to leave her dream but she couldn’t take it anymore..Brooke is left standing there..she shakes her head. “She think she can get away so easily.?” She says as she takes out a bottle of strange liquid and smirks. The night falls..Paris is walking trough the dark roads and pathways..she has no idea where she’s going..she whispers to herself “where the hell do I go?! All my money was taken by Brooke,I don’t have a house and nobody to-“ suddenly she feels a gut feeling..footsteps..nobody’s out in the streets right now. She looks around with paranoia..nobody..nobody’s cars,no people..the inkwell isles are silent at these hours..only the dim lights on the roads and the slight moon light..she starts pacing a bit faster..even tho she has no idea where she’s going. Suddenly she gets grabbed into an alley way and shoved towards a wall..and she notices it’s Brooke. “You think I’d let you get off the hook? Not a chance..” she says as two other figures grab Paris’s arms..Paris looks around in confusion. “I don’t understand what did-“ suddenly she feels a severe burn in her eye..she lets out a painful scream as the acid burns her eye..her eyes tearing up…things get blurry. Glass gets sticked into her eye along with the acid..Brooke is yelling stuff at her but she can’t even understand..her ears are ringing and all her brain is focused on is the burning pain..but the last thing she remembers is laying on the floor all beaten up with her eye completely ruined and burnt..and Brooke saying “Mark my words…ferret.” As she leaves with the other two figures..Paris,half conscious looks down..the pain in her eye never fading..the next morning..she looks around the alleyway for something to help when she notices a bottle..holding her burnt eye and one still functioning..she leans down and takes the bottle..”fen..fentanyl.?” She whispers the title on the bottle..”ease pain.?” The second she reads that she opens the bottle and swallows all of the pills..she drops the bottle and proceeds to process herself..suddenly the pain is gone..and she feels numb but..happy.? She takes her hand off her eye and chuckles. “Huh..this ain’t so bad!” She skips out of the alleyway,her clothes still torn,her injuries still visible.but after a few hours the fentanyl fades away..she stops in her tracks and realizes the effect has faded..she doesn’t like feeling this way again..so she runs back into an alleyway and searches for more when suddenly a voice behind her speaks..”Paris?” Paris turns around..it’s Rachel..her bully from middle school..Rachel laughs. “Well if it isint Brooke’s pretty skate puppet..what,did you slip on ice and quit?” She coos mockingly..Paris stares at her with empty eyes..Rachel notices her burnt red
eye and white pupil. “Wow..you look like you’re from a horror movie..” Rachel bursts out laughing and continues to comment on her appearance. Paris’s eye twitches and Rachel’s laughing gets blurred in her ears and a different voice is heard..”the knife,Paris..the knife.” Paris looks at the rusty knife next to the dumpster..she grabs it and walks over to Rachel..and without any hesitation she stabs her in the head and keeps stabbing her until her form is unrecognizable…Paris then snaps into full consciousness and looks down..she drops the knife and gasps.. she gets up and steps back.”w-what..? Again.?” She tears up and looks around “shit shit shit..how did this happen?! Why did I-“ she suddenly notices a figure in the end of the alleyway..it’s that weird clone of her again..staring into her soul with that black eye and a creepy wide smile..Paris backs away..”it’s..it’s that thing again..” she notices the thing coming closer..she backs away. “Why is it moving.?” She whispers and the thing gets faster and Paris quickly runs off..she runs out of the alleyway up to a random stranger..screaming like a crazy person..”THERES A WEIRD THING!! AND IT WAS CHASING ME!! AND-“ the person was staring at her..not listening at all but focused on the blood,the ripped clothes,the injuries and especially the burnt eye..to that person she thinks it’s some patient from a psych ward..the person puts on a forced smile. “It’s okay..I’ll take you somewhere safe..okay.?” The woman says..Paris says quiet and nods..after being led to a weird building..she notices it looks similar to a…hospital..as they walk in the woman suddenly shoves her into some doors and walks away..Paris looks confused when she gets grabbed by two doctors..Paris starts fighting back and screaming. She then realizes the woman led her into a psych ward..and there she ends up..tied up in a strange white room with a huge glass and a tiny bed..she’s strangely calm but inside she’s absolutely panicking..she tries to convince herself that she’s still just on drugs and she’s imagining things..she just sits in the corner,staring into space..but every second she hears whispers..or sees that same thing in the corner of the room..she’s going insane..5years stuck in that building when eventually she gets let out..her eye is slightly healed but permanently blind..she has new clothes..a black sweater and some track pants..she walks around the city..still having no home..”well atleast I’ll try to find a shelter..” she sighs and looks at an alleyway…but looking at that alleyway makes her sick to her stomach..”never mind then..” she sighs and just sits on a bench..it’s cold..and dark..and you never know when someone can just sneak up on you..she’s tense and on edge..suddenly a deep voice speaks “ah..mortals and their depressive lives.” Paris flinches and looks up at the figure..a hairy figure with horns and a tail and a pitchfork..it’s the devil..the devil smirks “did I scare you? Good.” Paris looks up at him with wide eyes..”I thought you were just a fictional creature..” she says with confusion..”look if you’re here to kill me just make it quick. I have nothing to lose..” she just looks away..the devil bursts into laughter. “Kill you?! If I wanted to kill you I’d already would!!” Paris looks back up at him. “Then why is the king of hell talking to a random ferret on a bench.?” She scoffs. The devil wipes a tear from his eye after laughing and clears his throat. “Well…I have a proposition for you..it will benefit you and me.” He says..Paris tilts her head “a proposition.? Alright what is it.?” The devil gets her up from the bench and speaks “you see..I can make sure you have a roof over your head,clothes to wear,some cash,food and a job..I own a successful casino just a few blocks away..I’ll get you a suiting job. But..in return..” the devil magically makes a contract appear with a pen “your soul is mine..and you’ll work for me.” He grins. Paris looks at the floating contract and pen..looks at the devil and then the contact..she shrugs and sighs it..the devils grin widens
and the contact disappears. “Wonderful!” He says as he teleports them to the casino..Paris’s eyes widen..it’s a pretty nice place..the devil speaks “I will introduce you to your apartment and you’ll start your job tomorrow..” he drops keys into her palm “don’t disappoint me,kid!” He disappears.. the next day..she changes into her uniform. She gets introduced to her job..a bartender..she handled the job pretty good..as she looks around the bar shelf’s and learns more beverages she hears a smooth voice next to her “so..you’re the new bundle of fluff running this bar..” she stops in her tracks and looks over at the person..it’s King Dice himself “and who are you.?” She says with a slight scoff..”the names King Dice! The devils right hand man and the manager of this casino..I was hoping you’d know who I am..and you are.?” Paris looks him up and down and answers. “I’m Paris..Paris Valentin. That’s all ya gotta know.” She goes back to doing her thing. King dice chuckles “now that was a blunt reply..I was h-“ Paris snaps “okay look I’m not here to chit chat! I don’t know who you think you are but I am only here because I need a goddamn job!! So get your sleazy and cocky attitude somewhere else!!” She hisses..king dice scoffs. “Geez..someone’s got flees.” He’s walks away..but he likes she’s fun to annoy..and that’s where their hate dynamic begins..he keeps annoying her,teasing her and they just keep barking at echother. But deep down..Paris dosent wanna keep pushing people away like this..part of her,feels something different then hatred..one evening she’s looking in the mirror in her bathroom..she opens a bottle of drugs and takes a few..she sits on the floor,half conscious..anti Paris whispers in her mind..”just face it..you’ll be like this forever..fear has control over you..your only escape are these pills..you’ll never be accepted into society. Because deep down.. you’re just a nobody with a dream to be somebody.” Paris whispers..
-“maybe one day..self acceptance will be a thing in my world.”
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