#【 ɪ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀʟ; ɪ ʙʟɪɴᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. 】↠ 【 convos 】

[portabledoormaker]

her heart feels as if it’s about to burst right out of her chest. anxiety bubbles up in her gut as she looks around and quickly realizes something is off. something’s very off. she’s... where is she? she racks her brain, attempting to figure it out before she realizes as she hears a truck engine stop outside. it’s driver gets out and slams the door. he’s back. he’s drunk. “who’s junk is this?!” her foster dad yells from outside. clarice tries not to panic at the sound of his drunken rage alone. “all y’all brats get out here now!” he yells. the night is a familiar scene, one she’s seen many times in nightmares. she and lily portal out of the room and outside the house, only for lily to insist that clarice open a portal to let her back in. she barely has a minute to think and process everything before she’s standing in the living room, watching as her friend is killed. a shaky gasp escapes her lips and tears well up in her eyes.

 “you did this to me, clarice.” lily says, causing clarice to turn on her heel to face her friend. “n-no, no, i tried to save us,” she sobbed. “you were a coward, clarice. you knew what he would do to me. to pete and freddie. instead of trying to do something, to help, you left. like a coward.” her foster sister spoke cruelly. clarice shakes her head, a choked sob escaping her lips as she begins to open a portal. “and you’re doing it again, clarice! taking the coward’s way out instead of facing things!” she did her best to ignore lily as she goes through the portal.

clarice sighs in relief as she walks into her shared apartment with john. she thinks things are normal, that that had been some bad dream that she’d woken up from now. an all too vivid nightmare. but then the nightmare gets worse. john is on the floor, bleeding. “john!” clarice yells, running to him, only to find that he’s dead. tears streak pale cheeks as the palms of her hands get covered in his blood. “wake up!” she cries, shaking him, despite knowing he’s already gone. she sits there for a few moments, cradling his body and crying. when she looks up again, she spots another body. marcos. “o-oh my god,” she whimpers, checking for signs of life, before she looks up and sees lorna not too far from them. “w-what happened?!” she exclaimed. “who did this, lorna? j-john... marcos... they’re dead, lorna!”

@cfpolariis

[portabledoormaker]

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