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People i finally finished this drawing lol im really proud of it ^^

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hi quick question because im confused aren't Shizuka and Marina like 15 by the end of that show because i don't know and that show lowkey confused me by that point

Both of them are around 15-16 years old in 2022 but since taizan5 never specified their exact ages in 2016 or 2022 and i don't think it matters that much since they're in HS and you can do the math yourself given szmr were in 4th grade in 2016 so around 9-10 yo

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Wip: The worst of me, the worst of you (2)

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CW: canon-typical child abuse, canon-typical violence

The goal is to write this all out, then do a big edit/revision, then post on ao3 once it's polished and coherent. So what I have on tumblr is the first draft, unedited, unrevised portion. I have a rough outline of events so I'm hoping my motivation stays until it's completed lol

Summary:

In a timeline, Marina gets hurt and is alone to deal with it. In another timeline, Marina still gets hurt but there’s a warm hand holding hers, a cloth pressing hard against the laceration on her cheek, inky black eyes staring at her, words leaving an impassioned face, “Hey, Marina-chan, stop with the muttering. You’re being creepy right now. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” In a universe, Shizuka meets her papa again after years and realizes she’s been replaced. She has no one. She’s alone now, unwanted by both her parents.  In another universe, Shizuka still meets her dad, still realizes she’s replaced, but there’s a person beside her, not meeting her eyes as she kicks a pebble down a drain “Your papa was probably caught off guard. He didn’t mean that. He can’t. He’s your papa after all. So stop with the pity party already, Shizuka.”

But Marina, her above-strangers but below-friend, is stopped in her tracks at the front door, hand raised but not touching the doorknob. Shizuka doesn’t miss the way Marina’s hand is shaking. But she doesn’t particularly care. She waits in silence for a few minutes behind Marina, not a single word passing between them. 

Until Shizuka has enough. Maybe Marina just needs a little prodding. 

“Hey.” Shizuka peeks over Marina’s shoulder, wondering if there’s a bug on the doorknob. “Why are we waiting out here? Let’s go inside and wash my clothes already.”

And that’s enough to snap Marina out of whatever trance she was in, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder and snapping, “Shut up. I’m thinking, alright?”

“Thinking? What are you thinking about?” Shizuka inquires. It’s an honest enough question but Marina grinds her teeth, fist clenching her skirt tighter. Shizuka cowers. If Marina notices, she doesn’t say anything. If Shizuka notices Marina unclenching her fist, she doesn’t say anything either. 

“Just thinking, you idiot,” Marina mutters and opens the door. 

Shizuka peers inside over Marina’s shoulder. The house is quiet and dark. Looks like no one is home. But she sees shoes on the entryway so somebody must be home. Shizuka waits for Marina to go inside. But still, still, Marina is frozen. Her hand is even shaking on the doorknob and there’s this expression on her face, an expression that Shizuka never saw before. It makes her uncomfortable. 

“It’s quiet, isn’t it,” Marina says blankly. And that’s unsettling. Marina only has that blank look in her eyes before a horrible outburst. 

“Marina-chan, you’re acting weird right now,” Shizuka mutters, clutching her clothes closer and stepping back. She holds onto Chappy’s collar itself, not leash. Last time she wasn’t able to stop Chappy before he attacked, but this time she will. She’ll protect Chappy. She won’t let Marina take Chappy… away … eh? Wait. No… that’s not… that didn’t — hasn’t happened. Yet. 

Huh? 

Marina’s words take her back to reality, to the current moment. “Papa isn’t home then.”

Shizuka bites her cheeks. Ah. Mama did say she would be late out tonight. Is she with Marina’s papa? 

“You can't come in anymore,” Marina says all of the sudden. “Go back home, parasite.”

And just as abruptly, the door gets shut in Shizuka’s face. 

In any other situation, Shizuka walks away.

On any other day, Shizuka doesn’t bother thinking much of it.

On a completely normal day, Shizuka leaves it be.

Not her problem. Not her issue. Not her concern. 

But it’s the way Marina looked — that momentary petrification — it has her hesitating.

We’re not friends. Shizuka swallows and reaches for the doorknob. 

Marina is mean and cruel and horrible and awful to me everyday. The door is unlocked.

I don’t care what happens to her. Shizuka pushes the door open just a bit. 

I don’t care if she dies. Her shoe inches up to the plastic railing. 

I don’t care about Marina at all. Her shoulders brush close to the door. 

But she did offer me her home … even if she took it back. That… counts for something, doesn’t it? And I want to understand why she took it back. I want an explanation. 

And that’s enough for Shizuka to make that final push, wedging herself through the small gap in the door. Chappy has none of her hesitancy, nosing the door open far too wide for him to enter too. 

The hallway is empty. Marina must have walked fast then, going wherever she’s going. 

Shizuka holds Chappy’s leash tightly and takes her shoes off at the entrance. Her socked foot makes contact with the wood floor, the floor cleaned to the point of being almost too slippery, a farcry difference from her own home. Shizuka tiptoes her way inside a few steps, her heartbeat drowning out all noise. It’s not until Chappy is walking beside her, his nails clicking on the floor that she looks back and sees pawprint imprints. 

Ah. They’re leaving a mess. Shizuka looks around for anything to wipe up the marks and Chappy’s paws before realizing she has the perfect thing. Her shirt she still has in her arm. Shizuka wipes the dirt off Chappy’s paws the best she can so at the very least he’s not leaving pawprints with every step. She’s about to wipe up their tracks when she hears glass shattering, the sound muffled behind a closed door but the sound telltale none the less. Shizuka pauses, hand wrapping the leash tightly in case they need to run. 

But no doors open. Just yelling — words hard to hear, but it’s definitely yelling and it’s not Marina’s voice, yelling that sounds exactly like when her mama and papa were fighting all those years ago before papa left. 

But Marina’s papa is with her mama so who is Marina’s mama yelling at? Who… 

Is it… Marina? 

Chappy tenses, lips pulling back to reveal his teeth in a low growl. 

Shizuka freezes, realizing this is a mistake. She doesn’t want to be here. She wants to go home now, in the safety and emptiness and quietness of her home.

So why is she still tiptoeing to the door at the end of hallway, light seeping through the slightly ajar door, where the source of the yelling is getting louder and louder, where she is now hearing a quiet weeping. Why is she still here? Why is she trying to peep into Marina’s life?

She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t know why. 

But she wants to understand, why Marina out of nowhere became so cruel to her, all of the sudden, what Marina means by bringing her old Mama back. 

So Shizuka inches closer and closer, enough to see Marina’s mama, waving a remote in her hand. To see Marina with her head down, tears streaking her cheek as she clenches her skirt tightly with her both hands. 

“I told you already, told you so many times, that I need your help more than ever, Marina. So why do you still come home late?” Marina’s mama sobs, “Why don’t you ever listen? You’re all I have. I need you to be here with me.” 

Marina stutters, head still lowered. Marina never stutters. Marina is never scared like she is now. Marina doesn’t seem like Marina right now, cowering and shrinking in on herself. “I-I-I was with a f-friend, mama. She needed my help and I—” 

“Mama needs you more!” Marina flinches under the shriek and Shizuka does as well. Scary. Marina’s mama is scary. “Are you picking your friend over me, is that it? Just like your dad, you’re picking someone over me?”

“No!” Marina’s head picked back up and it’s so easy to see the fear on her face like this. “I’ll always pick you, Mama. It’s just that—just that…”

Marina’s eyes drift to the side and meet Shizuka’s through the crack of the door for a moment. 

There’s no time for reaction, not when Marina’s mama is stepping closer to Marina, the remote raised in her hand, and Marina backs away just as quickly. All Shizuka sees now is the back of Marina’s mama. Chappy is growling again, the sound eclipsed by all the yelling.

“Just what, Marina? You obviously don’t care about mama just like your papa. You’re supposed to be a good girl. My good girl.”

“I am. I’m always on your side, Mama. But I’ll do better. I promise,” Marina sobs, the sound foreign. 

“You should have been better from the start.” 

Shizuka doesn’t see the remote hit Marina, but she sees Marina’s mama swing it, hears the sound of plastic hitting flesh, hears Marina’s pained welp. 

Chappy barks then. Once. But once is enough as Marina’s mama stiffens. 

Shizuka backs away from the kitchen door, heart racing as she looks around for the closest place to hide. The front door is too far. They’ll be caught and punished. The other doors in the hall are closed. They won’t make it in time. So upstairs. Upstairs then. Shizuka scurries up the stairs that’s right behind her, pulling Chappy along with her. She ducks around the corner just as the door squeaks open and light floods the dark hall.