if my heart should stop, if it stops ticking like a broken clock

TW: This blog contains and will contain a lot of body horror (some graphic, some not). The worst depictions will be tagged Vendetta TAOCC

[my-little-vendetta]

this world is so bright and so colorful, and it feels as if i am fading away.

Vendetta!! my poor girl. sad and tortured

she uses any pronouns but heavily prefers fem and gender neutral prns

she is 21

(she is poly and pan. have fun)

[my-little-vendetta]

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Vendetta’s hospital room has even been decorated…she gets a few new bracelets and such, stickers and plushies to customize the bland room and bed with.

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She plasters the stickers everywhere, no longer afraid to do so in fear of wasting them. She has no fear of 'wasting' things anymore- time is of the essence for a dying girl like her...

Once done, she cuddles back into bed again and lays down. Her scaly throat is killing her right now...

[my-little-vendetta]

Somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, a bed-ridden girl rises from her covers.

She trudges over to her wall, where a tackboard lays, covered in photos, newspapers, articles, string.

With one large swing of one mutated hand, the tackboard flies off the wall and onto the floor, snapping it in half in an instant, and tearing a photo of her old self and her brother right down the middle.

She grabs the half with her brother on it off of the floor and swipes it around, tearing it up and getting rid of it, before fumbling for something under her bed.

She misses a few times; hitting plastic bins hidden beneath, grabbing onto empty pill bottles, grasping long vape sticks and burnt out cigarettes.

Vendetta eventually finds her lighter, almost out of fluid from her intense overuse, flicks it into life with a long-burnt, scaly thumb, and drops the crumpled, torn pieces of her brother into the lighter's range, making them crumble to dust.

She grabs more stuff off of her tackboard and burns them- a newspaper article about her brother's crimes, a drawing that he did of her and all of his friends, a piece of green-tinted glass wrapped in a tiny plastic bag labeled "evidence".

When she can't burn the glass, she throws the shard into the wall and forces it to dig inside, her hands bleeding with cuts, but not caring as she screamed and punched and hit her walls and destroyed everything she could see.

After she is done with her massacre, she steps back and looks at the ruin she created, her eyes dark with rage. She bites her cheek with slight regret, but moves it out from her mind, and instead stomps on a tiny fire that was beginning on her carpet strands.

She could have stopped it, surely.

Vendetta gets a sickly sense of deja vu.

[my-little-vendetta]

A young girl shuffles onto a dull, white bed with thin, uncomfortable sheets.

She looks around for a few moments for any nurses or doctors, or people who'd snitch... none.

With a hand, she digs under the mattress, pulling a small item out.

She shakes it, pouring one or two into her hand and placing them gently on her tongue.

It's late, and no doctors arrive this late. 4am, 3am... different stories. They'd wear off for the most part by then anyway.

She shifts the purple medical bracelet around her arm with one hand, fiddling with it, waiting for the stuff to kick in.

...She shoves the item back under her mattress and stares up at the clock. 9:48pm. Last check in was around 45 minutes ago.

She tucks herself into bed, taking a sip of the water left for her, and rests.

...

Vendetta wakes up. Her arm feels different.

It's turned into a monkey's paw.

She shifts her weight off of it to ease the strange numbness and falls back asleep.

[my-little-vendetta]

ow

Yeah

[my-little-vendetta]

Oh???

Wait can you explain her situation a bit pls?

Everything currently revealed about her is that she was a rock-ish punk-ish girl living with her brother whod see his friends often (and by proxy they knew her)

But then something unknown happened which caused her to be indefinitely hospitalized

Later on she entered the circus with her IV and hospital gown without a face and holes in her stomach and began experiencing body parts physically growing on herself

She has an eye and a mouth right now both which caused her extreme pain as they were developed

[my-little-vendetta]

Vendetta's in the real world, right?

nope, shes in the circus

[my-little-vendetta]

Memory of Chocolates

Vendetta's mind is muddied and mottled, just like it always is, wrapped in a heavy cloud of protective anesthesia. Through the fog, she can distantly hear the sound of a slow, slow beeping and feel the weight of plastic sheets tying her to the dreary white bed. She hears a door click, and footsteps shuffle, and tries to sit up, muscle memory convincing her it was time for them to hook up her medicine again. God knows she couldn't eat it herself anymore.

Though, there was only a doctor and another, tall-ish figure inside the room, letting her know it was visiting hours. She squinted through the buzzing grey to see who it was; her father coming to check on her? Her brother finally there to see if she was okay?

No, no, neither. She'd recognize that silky, tanned, sunburnt skin and that short, spiky cut from a mile away. She felt a rough hand slowly slide into hers and she relaxed ever so slightly, leaning back down into the hard mattress.

Deedee, the figure began. Oh, Deedee...

You didn't have to come, you know...

Nonsense. You know I'd never leave you in this place.

Yeah, but I know you're still worried about what happened.

I know, but- I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again, Deedee. She feels a squeeze on her fingers. She has to strain her body to do so.

But-

Shhhh. Here.

Vendetta slowly opened her weary eyes to see a heart-shaped box shoved into her lap, and to see a string slowly, gently wrap around a drawer handle nearby. Mumbling, she looked up; a balloon was attached to the string, reading in big, poppy letters, Get Well Soon.

She smiled with the last of her strength. It lit up the old white room beautifully.

I'll be back as soon as I can be.

You're leaving already?

I have to help pack, you know.

Vendetta could feel herself choke. Can't you stay forever?

She was swept out of the dream just as she heard a muffled voice whisper, Forever ends soon enough.

[my-little-vendetta]

Good game!

>>He gives her a fistbump.

-@clown-an0n

Vendetta grins widely, just for her hand to be pulled back by an IV attached to it and her darker clothes to disappear in favor of a dull hospital gown. Her face drops as she looks over at Caleb as she stands near a huge window into the outside world, seeing him be carried on a stretcher into a different room. The entire world smudges like watercolor in an instant, dripping down into a stop at the edge of a paper, and the dream fades away.

There's sirens blaring, alarms going off, way too much chatter. My body is wrapped comfortably in a thick layer of droopy fog. I can't feel my lower self no matter how hard I focus on it, and as figures crowd around me and rush me away to someplace else, with louder sirens and louder alarms and louder people, the fog lifts for only a moment and all I can do is scream.

Vendetta wakes up, her breathing heavy, and doubles over in pain as she clutches her face and feels veins burst through her skin, a fleshy eye forming before peeling away to reveal a the darkness of a beady rabbit's eye.

[my-little-vendetta]

>>Caleb laughs...

>>...Although, even though he could easily win, he chooses to run into an obstacle right before the finish line, giving Vendetta a chance to catch up.

-@clown-an0n

Vendetta ends up doing that!! She speeds past and wins the race.

YES!! Got lucky!! Good game, eh? She holds out her hand to fist bump Caleb.

[my-little-vendetta]

>>Caleb grins.

What was that you said about being undefeated?

-@clown-an0n

It's not over yet!!!

She does her best to catch up, just to get forward for one small moment and immediately get blue-shelled.

NOOOOOOO

[my-little-vendetta]

>>Caleb was not far behind Vendetta in the race.

Really? That's kinda funny..

>>..He didn't know who this person was..

Also, I won't say a word to them!

-@clown-an0n

Good. And you'd better stay back there behind meee!!!

She drifts around a corner wrong for a second, accidentally going off the track and letting Caleb get ahead. She curses under her breath before laughing.

I so jinxed that.

[my-little-vendetta]

TOUCH THE IV CLOWN

What in the world are you talking about? What IV? And don't call me a clown, idiot!

[my-little-vendetta]

>>..Hes confused, but chooses not to say anything. He's having fun, after all.

..Okay, yeah, you got me.

Wha- Did you just pass me?! How?-

>>He redirects his attention to the game.

-@clown-an0n

Don't look so surprised!! I'm undefeated, remember?

She sticks her tongue out playfully before reaching the final lap.

Y'know, don't tell them I said this, but █ used to aaaaalways get mad when they lost. Like, suuper mad!! They'd get so embarrassed if you said that now, though.

[my-little-vendetta]

..Uhm, well..

..I kinda. Don't know how I got here! Prettyyyyy sure I'm dreaming.

He shrugs.

Oh, wait, is that going to cause some sort of existential crisis for you? Or?-

-@clown-an0n

Pfft. You're funny. C'mon, Caleb. I know you're just new and messing with me.

She smirks and races past Caleb. Caleb's starting to realize that he's a few years younger... only 17 or so. She looks only 15.

[my-little-vendetta]

I'm Caleb! What about you? What's your name?

-@clown-an0n

Vendetta. You've got a cool name, but I don't think I've heard it among my bro's friends, so... Who're you? Like, really?

[my-little-vendetta]

We'll see about that..

Uuhhh, hmmm.. How about coconut mall?

-@clown-an0n

HAH! That's basic. An oldie but a goodie, though.

She playfully nudges his arm before picking the map and waiting for it to load.

So, what's your name?