SO YOU WANT TO STEAL SOME CHILDREN (Endgame Catchall)

[facultwist]

Welcome to the container for your endgame! This will be the place where you can perform your polterheist (we really love that portmanteau), and where you'll be able to commentate on the final trial!

ICly, the whole heist will take place Monday, while the final trial watch will take place Thursday. For anything not related to endgame, please continue to use the main deadland post!

Comments

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Miss Lottie.

[ Rinne remembers what Lottie did for her when she first woke up here, frightened and panicked. ]

Miss Lottie, can you breathe with me, please?

[protomartyr]

[ Lottie looks at Rinne for a few moments. Even though she's an actual ghost, and what's real and not real is so far beyond the fucking point, Lottie slips into her old habits, making sure she sees Rinne's lips move before she responds.

Lottie nods, and begins breathing in time with Rinne. ]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[ Rinne makes eye contact with Lottie. In truth... She made the occult her whole personality because a single girl was nice to her. She didn't have the kind of experience Lottie did. The comfort she received from it wasn't in that terrible, horrible experience that Lottie had.

It's the sort of thing that makes her want to help her. To help a girl who has suffered like this, after masquerading for so long. ]

In... Out...

In... Out...

That's good. Just like that.

[ Her voice is kind and gentle. Like the good, perfect girl she's always wanted to be. ]

[protomartyr]

[ Rinne is perfect, and Rinne does it perfectly. ]

I don't want our friends to suffer. I don't want them to hurt. I want Elsa to hurt every mother, and father, and nurse, and doctor, and counselor who ever did something like this. You know?

[ Laura Lee understood her, but Laura Lee is gone. What Lottie wants, really, is for someone to understand her. ]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

I know.

[ It's not a lie. Not a pretty word to make others like her. It's just honest. ]

It's not fair, what happened to her. With all that time, with all that pain... Perhaps...any of us would become just as angry and bitter.