&&. @necrowned !
another of her.
( it isn’t the first time this happens. )
another of her.
( living her life, stealing it. )
another of her, who she could bear no other feelings towards but hatred, and hatred, and hatred, and envy. another of her to steal people’s attention, another of her to steal her life, another of her to steal her name, another of her to steal █████.
she has to get rid of her - there’s no other option. asuka couldn’t allow another of her to exist, not again, not again, not when she is out there, using her face, her name, her appearance, stealing all that is hers, all that she ( doesn’t have ), but ( wishes she did ). ( all that she pretends to have ).
whoever is in her way, she pushes away. storming, stomping towards the location in her phone, asuka langley is completely blinded in her tunnel vision. there’s nothing else for her to do, nothing of importance, no appearances to put up. if she doesn’t get rid of this impostor, this walking doll stealing all that is hers, then she would have no right to live.
‘ where is she?! where are you, you stupid doll?! stop pretending to be me! ’ she storms into the house uninvited, a strangely familiar place from memories that do not belong to her. false memories, implanted memories, memories she doesn’t want to have, memories that she should never have. memories of a doll, memories that gave asuka nothing but the wish to puke.
‘ you! where are you hiding her?! TELL ME! TELL ME! ’ someone from her memories. to bother remembering his name would mean to bother giving worth to these images that filled her mind and defiled her soul. here, too, she wastes no time in grabbing him by his clothes - no matter their size difference. if anyone were to stand on her way, she would fight through to achieve her mission. asuka langley can never lose, after all. to anyone, or anything.






