Welcome to The Meadow

“Hello, dear. I might look like your mother, but I’m just borrowing her body! Like Your father and Aiden. I’m your grandfather, Lycidas~”

“Hi hi! ‘M Martin!”

He glances at the hellhounds behind Lycidas, and motions for Bones to run and find help.

“Where Ren? Or bubba?...”

“Why don’t you come with me?~ We can go find them, yes?”

Martin hesitates and shifts uncomfortably

“Momma says no go wiffout her...”

Beaver bolts into the Mindscape, running down the halls & sliding down the main hall down to Martin, standing in between him & Lycidas, “stay away from him.”

Martin clings got Beavers leg and looks around nervously.

“Wan’s me to leave wiff ‘em...”

Beaver keeps his eyes on Lycidas, gently ruffling Martinʼs hair as he carefully steps backwards with him, “good on you for not going with him, marty, heʼs not a good person.”

Lycidas growls and huffs.

“Well if you insist~”

He motions the hellhound to attack Beaver and vanishes.

“shit—” Beaver curses, moving Martin out of the way as the hellhound pounces on top of him, itʼs claws digging into his arm. He ignores the pain, grabbing an iron knife from his pocket & stabs it into one of the beastʼs paws before stabbing it right into its chest, “do something fucking useful, dog, & Πήγαινε πίσω στον αφέντη σου.”

The hellhound growls and snarls while trying to snap at Beaver’s head. A few inches away- the creature goes limp and vanishes into the air.

Beaver lays on the floor for a few minutes, chuckling breathlessly, mumbling, “i know ʼm from the 1800s... but ʼm not a bloodletter...”

Martin whimpers and uncurles from a ball and shakily crawls towards Beaver with tears streaming down his face

“...Bubba?”

Beaver smiles softly, reaching out to him with his good arm, “hey, buddy.. you okay? not hurt or anything, yeah?”

Martin instantly curls against Beaver’s chest and clings to him

“No hurt... bubba hurt...”

Beaver gently holds Martin, “ʼll be alright, marty, ʼm a big boy..”

Lyssa comes running down the hall and gasps when she sees them. She quickly runs over and kneels next to both boys.

“What happened? Are you two okay?!”

“ah, shi- shoot, forgot to grab king—” Beaver mutters, wincing when he tries to sit up using his bad arm, “dammit.”

Lyssa gently pushes Beaver back down “Hold still, hun. King will be okay. Let’s get you two back to my room to get bandaged up and so Bones can check on Martin. Okay?”

“there isnʼt a choice here, huh.”

“Nah. Plus you’ve got a clingy boy. Hold still, I’m going to pick you two up and head to my room.” Lyssa quickly lifts Beaver and Martin into her arms and carries them to her room. She sets them on the bed and looks for her first aid kit.

“Hello, dear. I might look like your mother, but I’m just borrowing her body! Like Your father and Aiden. I’m your grandfather, Lycidas~”

“Hi hi! ‘M Martin!”

He glances at the hellhounds behind Lycidas, and motions for Bones to run and find help.

“Where Ren? Or bubba?...”

“Why don’t you come with me?~ We can go find them, yes?”

Martin hesitates and shifts uncomfortably

“Momma says no go wiffout her...”

Beaver bolts into the Mindscape, running down the halls & sliding down the main hall down to Martin, standing in between him & Lycidas, “stay away from him.”

Martin clings got Beavers leg and looks around nervously.

“Wan’s me to leave wiff ‘em...”

Beaver keeps his eyes on Lycidas, gently ruffling Martinʼs hair as he carefully steps backwards with him, “good on you for not going with him, marty, heʼs not a good person.”

Lycidas growls and huffs.

“Well if you insist~”

He motions the hellhound to attack Beaver and vanishes.

“shit—” Beaver curses, moving Martin out of the way as the hellhound pounces on top of him, itʼs claws digging into his arm. He ignores the pain, grabbing an iron knife from his pocket & stabs it into one of the beastʼs paws before stabbing it right into its chest, “do something fucking useful, dog, & Πήγαινε πίσω στον αφέντη σου.”

The hellhound growls and snarls while trying to snap at Beaver’s head. A few inches away- the creature goes limp and vanishes into the air.

Beaver lays on the floor for a few minutes, chuckling breathlessly, mumbling, “i know ʼm from the 1800s... but ʼm not a bloodletter...”

Martin whimpers and uncurles from a ball and shakily crawls towards Beaver with tears streaming down his face

“...Bubba?”

Beaver smiles softly, reaching out to him with his good arm, “hey, buddy.. you okay? not hurt or anything, yeah?”

Martin instantly curls against Beaver’s chest and clings to him

“No hurt... bubba hurt...”

Beaver gently holds Martin, “ʼll be alright, marty, ʼm a big boy..”

Lyssa comes running down the hall and gasps when she sees them. She quickly runs over and kneels next to both boys.

“What happened? Are you two okay?!”

“ah, shi- shoot, forgot to grab king—” Beaver mutters, wincing when he tries to sit up using his bad arm, “dammit.”

Lyssa gently pushes Beaver back down “Hold still, hun. King will be okay. Let’s get you two back to my room to get bandaged up and so Bones can check on Martin. Okay?”

“Hello, dear. I might look like your mother, but I’m just borrowing her body! Like Your father and Aiden. I’m your grandfather, Lycidas~”

“Hi hi! ‘M Martin!”

He glances at the hellhounds behind Lycidas, and motions for Bones to run and find help.

“Where Ren? Or bubba?...”

“Why don’t you come with me?~ We can go find them, yes?”

Martin hesitates and shifts uncomfortably

“Momma says no go wiffout her...”

Beaver bolts into the Mindscape, running down the halls & sliding down the main hall down to Martin, standing in between him & Lycidas, “stay away from him.”

Martin clings got Beavers leg and looks around nervously.

“Wan’s me to leave wiff ‘em...”

Beaver keeps his eyes on Lycidas, gently ruffling Martinʼs hair as he carefully steps backwards with him, “good on you for not going with him, marty, heʼs not a good person.”

Lycidas growls and huffs.

“Well if you insist~”

He motions the hellhound to attack Beaver and vanishes.

“shit—” Beaver curses, moving Martin out of the way as the hellhound pounces on top of him, itʼs claws digging into his arm. He ignores the pain, grabbing an iron knife from his pocket & stabs it into one of the beastʼs paws before stabbing it right into its chest, “do something fucking useful, dog, & Πήγαινε πίσω στον αφέντη σου.”

The hellhound growls and snarls while trying to snap at Beaver’s head. A few inches away- the creature goes limp and vanishes into the air.

Beaver lays on the floor for a few minutes, chuckling breathlessly, mumbling, “i know ʼm from the 1800s... but ʼm not a bloodletter...”

Martin whimpers and uncurles from a ball and shakily crawls towards Beaver with tears streaming down his face

“...Bubba?”

Beaver smiles softly, reaching out to him with his good arm, “hey, buddy.. you okay? not hurt or anything, yeah?”

Martin instantly curls against Beaver’s chest and clings to him

“No hurt... bubba hurt...”

Beaver gently holds Martin, “ʼll be alright, marty, ʼm a big boy..”

Lyssa comes running down the hall and gasps when she sees them. She quickly runs over and kneels next to both boys.

“What happened? Are you two okay?!”

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

Spite is quiet for a few minutes, about to mutter about nothing working, before she screams as if she were being murdered.

Lyssa smiles, an evil twisted expression. She continues channeling the pain and magic before stopping.

“How’s that feel? That’s the bare minimum of what you deserve, you fucking bitch.”

Spite doesnʼt say anything, she just pops out of existence just as someone else comes around the corner, “what the fuck— what the fuck?”

Lyssa sighs and turns to look at the new person, the cracks along her face fade back to being solid black lines.

“Yes? Who are you?”

“... were you screaming just now? ʼ cause i have this if you need help—” Why is this twink carrying a massive medical supply box?

Lyssa smirks and shakes her head. She glances at where Spite was before walking towards Beaver.

“Nah. I was giving Spite a taste of her own medicine. Pain wise. Say, you’re one of the kids she hurt, yes?”

He tenses immediately, glancing behind him before looking back over at Lyssa & hesitantly nodding.

“Don’t worry about her. She won’t be hurting anyone anytime soon. So, that means you know the girl she was hurting? I think she was called... Jess or something like that. Do you know her? Oh wait... You’re Riley! Yes?”

She smiles softly up at the teenager. A very... maternal energy around her.

“how the fUck did you know that—” He asks, voice cracking, so he be a panicking.

“I can tap into people’s memories. And... I just had a feeling that name didn’t fit with you anymore. And I recall someone in Spite’s memories calling you that, or saying it. So I took a guess. But hey, relax. Do you prefer being called something different?”

“beaver...” He mumbles quietly, still nervous but he seems... more okay because of her explanation?

Lyssa nods and hums.

“Do you want to come with me to make sure Jess found her way to Loralie, Masky, or Remy...”

“wait why what happened is she okay?”

“Are you not aware she’s pregnant? Thanks to Spite... Anyways, let’s go.”

She grabs part of the med box and tugs lightly to motion Beaver to follow her.

Beaver follows quietly, seemingly thinking over what Lyssa just said, which makes sense.

Lyssa hums and glances at Beaver as they walk.

“You two together? Is that why you’re reacting that way?”

“is- is this not a normal reaction for someone to have, relationship or not?” Beaver sounds genuinely confused.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure how you’re reacting, I’m not good at emotions. Anger is my go to. Hence my purpose.”

“tá an áit seo níos measa ná coven,” Beaver mutters to himself, nudging his glasses up & nodding, “makes sense, i guess.”

She nods and motions to the door as they arrive at Masky and Loralie’s room.

“You go on in. I’ll be heading back to my room. I’ve got stuff to finish up”

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

Spite is quiet for a few minutes, about to mutter about nothing working, before she screams as if she were being murdered.

Lyssa smiles, an evil twisted expression. She continues channeling the pain and magic before stopping.

“How’s that feel? That’s the bare minimum of what you deserve, you fucking bitch.”

Spite doesnʼt say anything, she just pops out of existence just as someone else comes around the corner, “what the fuck— what the fuck?”

Lyssa sighs and turns to look at the new person, the cracks along her face fade back to being solid black lines.

“Yes? Who are you?”

“... were you screaming just now? ʼ cause i have this if you need help—” Why is this twink carrying a massive medical supply box?

Lyssa smirks and shakes her head. She glances at where Spite was before walking towards Beaver.

“Nah. I was giving Spite a taste of her own medicine. Pain wise. Say, you’re one of the kids she hurt, yes?”

He tenses immediately, glancing behind him before looking back over at Lyssa & hesitantly nodding.

“Don’t worry about her. She won’t be hurting anyone anytime soon. So, that means you know the girl she was hurting? I think she was called... Jess or something like that. Do you know her? Oh wait... You’re Riley! Yes?”

She smiles softly up at the teenager. A very... maternal energy around her.

“how the fUck did you know that—” He asks, voice cracking, so he be a panicking.

“I can tap into people’s memories. And... I just had a feeling that name didn’t fit with you anymore. And I recall someone in Spite’s memories calling you that, or saying it. So I took a guess. But hey, relax. Do you prefer being called something different?”

“beaver...” He mumbles quietly, still nervous but he seems... more okay because of her explanation?

Lyssa nods and hums.

“Do you want to come with me to make sure Jess found her way to Loralie, Masky, or Remy...”

“wait why what happened is she okay?”

“Are you not aware she’s pregnant? Thanks to Spite... Anyways, let’s go.”

She grabs part of the med box and tugs lightly to motion Beaver to follow her.

Beaver follows quietly, seemingly thinking over what Lyssa just said, which makes sense.

Lyssa hums and glances at Beaver as they walk.

“You two together? Is that why you’re reacting that way?”

“is- is this not a normal reaction for someone to have, relationship or not?” Beaver sounds genuinely confused.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure how you’re reacting, I’m not good at emotions. Anger is my go to. Hence my purpose.”

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

Spite is quiet for a few minutes, about to mutter about nothing working, before she screams as if she were being murdered.

Lyssa smiles, an evil twisted expression. She continues channeling the pain and magic before stopping.

“How’s that feel? That’s the bare minimum of what you deserve, you fucking bitch.”

Spite doesnʼt say anything, she just pops out of existence just as someone else comes around the corner, “what the fuck— what the fuck?”

Lyssa sighs and turns to look at the new person, the cracks along her face fade back to being solid black lines.

“Yes? Who are you?”

“... were you screaming just now? ʼ cause i have this if you need help—” Why is this twink carrying a massive medical supply box?

Lyssa smirks and shakes her head. She glances at where Spite was before walking towards Beaver.

“Nah. I was giving Spite a taste of her own medicine. Pain wise. Say, you’re one of the kids she hurt, yes?”

He tenses immediately, glancing behind him before looking back over at Lyssa & hesitantly nodding.

“Don’t worry about her. She won’t be hurting anyone anytime soon. So, that means you know the girl she was hurting? I think she was called... Jess or something like that. Do you know her? Oh wait... You’re Riley! Yes?”

She smiles softly up at the teenager. A very... maternal energy around her.

“how the fUck did you know that—” He asks, voice cracking, so he be a panicking.

“I can tap into people’s memories. And... I just had a feeling that name didn’t fit with you anymore. And I recall someone in Spite’s memories calling you that, or saying it. So I took a guess. But hey, relax. Do you prefer being called something different?”

“beaver...” He mumbles quietly, still nervous but he seems... more okay because of her explanation?

Lyssa nods and hums.

“Do you want to come with me to make sure Jess found her way to Loralie, Masky, or Remy...”

“wait why what happened is she okay?”

“Are you not aware she’s pregnant? Thanks to Spite... Anyways, let’s go.”

She grabs part of the med box and tugs lightly to motion Beaver to follow her.

Beaver follows quietly, seemingly thinking over what Lyssa just said, which makes sense.

Lyssa hums and glances at Beaver as they walk.

“You two together? Is that why you’re reacting that way?”

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

Spite is quiet for a few minutes, about to mutter about nothing working, before she screams as if she were being murdered.

Lyssa smiles, an evil twisted expression. She continues channeling the pain and magic before stopping.

“How’s that feel? That’s the bare minimum of what you deserve, you fucking bitch.”

Spite doesnʼt say anything, she just pops out of existence just as someone else comes around the corner, “what the fuck— what the fuck?”

Lyssa sighs and turns to look at the new person, the cracks along her face fade back to being solid black lines.

“Yes? Who are you?”

“... were you screaming just now? ʼ cause i have this if you need help—” Why is this twink carrying a massive medical supply box?

Lyssa smirks and shakes her head. She glances at where Spite was before walking towards Beaver.

“Nah. I was giving Spite a taste of her own medicine. Pain wise. Say, you’re one of the kids she hurt, yes?”

He tenses immediately, glancing behind him before looking back over at Lyssa & hesitantly nodding.

“Don’t worry about her. She won’t be hurting anyone anytime soon. So, that means you know the girl she was hurting? I think she was called... Jess or something like that. Do you know her? Oh wait... You’re Riley! Yes?”

She smiles softly up at the teenager. A very... maternal energy around her.

“how the fUck did you know that—” He asks, voice cracking, so he be a panicking.

“I can tap into people’s memories. And... I just had a feeling that name didn’t fit with you anymore. And I recall someone in Spite’s memories calling you that, or saying it. So I took a guess. But hey, relax. Do you prefer being called something different?”

“beaver...” He mumbles quietly, still nervous but he seems... more okay because of her explanation?

Lyssa nods and hums.

“Do you want to come with me to make sure Jess found her way to Loralie, Masky, or Remy...”

“wait why what happened is she okay?”

“Are you not aware she’s pregnant? Thanks to Spite... Anyways, let’s go.”

She grabs part of the med box and tugs lightly to motion Beaver to follow her.

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

Spite is quiet for a few minutes, about to mutter about nothing working, before she screams as if she were being murdered.

Lyssa smiles, an evil twisted expression. She continues channeling the pain and magic before stopping.

“How’s that feel? That’s the bare minimum of what you deserve, you fucking bitch.”

Spite doesnʼt say anything, she just pops out of existence just as someone else comes around the corner, “what the fuck— what the fuck?”

Lyssa sighs and turns to look at the new person, the cracks along her face fade back to being solid black lines.

“Yes? Who are you?”

“... were you screaming just now? ʼ cause i have this if you need help—” Why is this twink carrying a massive medical supply box?

Lyssa smirks and shakes her head. She glances at where Spite was before walking towards Beaver.

“Nah. I was giving Spite a taste of her own medicine. Pain wise. Say, you’re one of the kids she hurt, yes?”

He tenses immediately, glancing behind him before looking back over at Lyssa & hesitantly nodding.

“Don’t worry about her. She won’t be hurting anyone anytime soon. So, that means you know the girl she was hurting? I think she was called... Jess or something like that. Do you know her? Oh wait... You’re Riley! Yes?”

She smiles softly up at the teenager. A very... maternal energy around her.

“how the fUck did you know that—” He asks, voice cracking, so he be a panicking.

“I can tap into people’s memories. And... I just had a feeling that name didn’t fit with you anymore. And I recall someone in Spite’s memories calling you that, or saying it. So I took a guess. But hey, relax. Do you prefer being called something different?”

“beaver...” He mumbles quietly, still nervous but he seems... more okay because of her explanation?

Lyssa nods and hums.

“Do you want to come with me to make sure Jess found her way to Loralie, Masky, or Remy...”

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

Spite is quiet for a few minutes, about to mutter about nothing working, before she screams as if she were being murdered.

Lyssa smiles, an evil twisted expression. She continues channeling the pain and magic before stopping.

“How’s that feel? That’s the bare minimum of what you deserve, you fucking bitch.”

Spite doesnʼt say anything, she just pops out of existence just as someone else comes around the corner, “what the fuck— what the fuck?”

Lyssa sighs and turns to look at the new person, the cracks along her face fade back to being solid black lines.

“Yes? Who are you?”

“... were you screaming just now? ʼ cause i have this if you need help—” Why is this twink carrying a massive medical supply box?

Lyssa smirks and shakes her head. She glances at where Spite was before walking towards Beaver.

“Nah. I was giving Spite a taste of her own medicine. Pain wise. Say, you’re one of the kids she hurt, yes?”

He tenses immediately, glancing behind him before looking back over at Lyssa & hesitantly nodding.

“Don’t worry about her. She won’t be hurting anyone anytime soon. So, that means you know the girl she was hurting? I think she was called... Jess or something like that. Do you know her? Oh wait... You’re Riley! Yes?”

She smiles softly up at the teenager. A very... maternal energy around her.

“how the fUck did you know that—” He asks, voice cracking, so he be a panicking.

“I can tap into people’s memories. And... I just had a feeling that name didn’t fit with you anymore. And I recall someone in Spite’s memories calling you that, or saying it. So I took a guess. But hey, relax. Do you prefer being called something different?”

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

Spite is quiet for a few minutes, about to mutter about nothing working, before she screams as if she were being murdered.

Lyssa smiles, an evil twisted expression. She continues channeling the pain and magic before stopping.

“How’s that feel? That’s the bare minimum of what you deserve, you fucking bitch.”

Spite doesnʼt say anything, she just pops out of existence just as someone else comes around the corner, “what the fuck— what the fuck?”

Lyssa sighs and turns to look at the new person, the cracks along her face fade back to being solid black lines.

“Yes? Who are you?”

“... were you screaming just now? ʼ cause i have this if you need help—” Why is this twink carrying a massive medical supply box?

Lyssa smirks and shakes her head. She glances at where Spite was before walking towards Beaver.

“Nah. I was giving Spite a taste of her own medicine. Pain wise. Say, you’re one of the kids she hurt, yes?”

He tenses immediately, glancing behind him before looking back over at Lyssa & hesitantly nodding.

“Don’t worry about her. She won’t be hurting anyone anytime soon. So, that means you know the girl she was hurting? I think she was called... Jess or something like that. Do you know her? Oh wait... You’re Riley! Yes?”

She smiles softly up at the teenager. A very... maternal energy around her.

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Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

Spite is quiet for a few minutes, about to mutter about nothing working, before she screams as if she were being murdered.

Lyssa smiles, an evil twisted expression. She continues channeling the pain and magic before stopping.

“How’s that feel? That’s the bare minimum of what you deserve, you fucking bitch.”

Spite doesnʼt say anything, she just pops out of existence just as someone else comes around the corner, “what the fuck— what the fuck?”

Lyssa sighs and turns to look at the new person, the cracks along her face fade back to being solid black lines.

“Yes? Who are you?”

“... were you screaming just now? ʼ cause i have this if you need help—” Why is this twink carrying a massive medical supply box?

Lyssa smirks and shakes her head. She glances at where Spite was before walking towards Beaver.

“Nah. I was giving Spite a taste of her own medicine. Pain wise. Say, you’re one of the kids she hurt, yes?”

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

Spite is quiet for a few minutes, about to mutter about nothing working, before she screams as if she were being murdered.

Lyssa smiles, an evil twisted expression. She continues channeling the pain and magic before stopping.

“How’s that feel? That’s the bare minimum of what you deserve, you fucking bitch.”

Spite doesnʼt say anything, she just pops out of existence just as someone else comes around the corner, “what the fuck— what the fuck?”

Lyssa sighs and turns to look at the new person, the cracks along her face fade back to being solid black lines.

“Yes? Who are you?”

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

Spite is quiet for a few minutes, about to mutter about nothing working, before she screams as if she were being murdered.

Lyssa smiles, an evil twisted expression. She continues channeling the pain and magic before stopping.

“How’s that feel? That’s the bare minimum of what you deserve, you fucking bitch.”

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

“Itʼs not like anyone was there to defend her, let alone stop me. Well, Mikhail probably but he's insuated with... Nevermind, the point is—”

Lyssa spins and walks towards Spite. She presses two fingers to Spite’s forehead and winces. The glow on her face gets slightly brighter.

“So you torture people. Fantastic. Care to experience what you put that girl through? Too bad!”

Lyssa’s hands flash green and she starts channeling pain from the memories into Spite.

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.

“A mother does whatʼs best for her child, not that youʼd know about mothers, & this is what was best for my child.”

Lyssa raises an eyebrow and walks around the room, examining various items.

“I was raped. I have a daughter. So essentially what you’re doing to that girl, is what I’ve been through. And you? A ghost. Think you’re untouchable...”

(( @lehrer-o-leannain ))

Lyssa waits for Jess to leave, before she walks into the room where Spite is.

“So, you’re the feared Spite I’ve heard about? Not so scary if you ask me. More of a dumbass.”

Spite raises an eyebrow, making a confused expression despite her mauled face, “You seem familiar...”

“You might’ve met my twin. Wheelchair, purple hair, etcetera. Now, what gives you the right to impregnate someone without consent?”

The cracks along Lyssa’s face glow a faint green.