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Attention! I will start every chapter with a quote and whoevers perspective it is in!

“Merry Krinishmish!” - Soldier 76 ((It’s what the voice line sounds like. I wasn’t really sure how to… quote it.))

Thank you @LordTachanka for the misheard quote! If you have a quote, go to my forum, Quotes!

Nayleth - Chapter 11.1

I wriggled around in my covers, not wanting to get up. I did not want to wake up to bleak walls and depressing people again.

Something nudged my shoulders. A hand.

“Go away, Bird!” I hissed and wrapped the covers around me.

The hands ripped the covers off of me. It was Griffin.

I blinked dazedly. I just thought it was… I am still here… I am good, things.. things are okay. I wasn’t in Ripper. Intermudos. I was sitting on my bed, at Intermudos.

Rubbing my eyes, Griffin threw my clothes at me for the day. They smelled like pine trees.

“Thanks...” I mumbled, feeling bad for being snappy at him. Griffin only smiled at me, as if he saying that what I did, was okay.

I looked at the clothes that Griffin had given me. A Overwatch beanie hat (what was Overwatch?), black t-shirt and jeans. Looking up, Griffin was wearing a loose lilac sweatshirt and light gray comfy pants.

Grumbling because Griffin had gotten the comfier clothing, I trudge my way over to the bathroom to get dressed.

I froze.

In the mirror, I could see myself. Purple bags popped against my brown and blue eyes, my cheeks flustered and my hair was extremely greasy. My skin still contained traces of dirt and scratches from the thorns.

Deeply sighing, I changed out of my clothes, deciding to take a shower. Warm water… that would be such a nice change from the bone-cold showers at Ripper. And privacy. Man, that will be a wonderful change!

I turned on the shower after peeling my clothes off, making sure it was as hot as it could go. Steam billowed out, covering the mirror in seconds. I could hardly feel the warmth but didn’t think much of it. It still felt nice.

Taking a deep breath, water trickled over my lips and some fell into my mouth, but the warmth I could not feel. I was worried about this now. I should be able to feel it but… now I can’t. Why? 

I stepped out of the shower, putting on my new clothes. They fit perfectly, making me wonder how these clothes even got here. But before I could think further, the smell of cinnamon rolls pulled me from my thoughts.

Cinnamon rolls. I thought scurrying out of the bathroom and grabbing them from the tray that J had just pulled out the oven.

“Nayleth, no! You’ll burn yourself!” She hollered but before she could grab back the roll, I shoved it into my mouth, grabbing some of the icing that sat on the counter.

J just stared at me and so did Sully.

“Nayleth, show me your form. Griffin, you too.” J ordered, stomping her foot against the floor of the kitchen.

I looked over at Griffin, halting the chewing of the roll. I didn’t want to. It would ruin the clothing and it hurt like hell.

Griffin looked over at J, shaking his head.

J just looked back skeptically.

“Now.”

I shook my head.

“N-O-W.”

I looked over at Griffin, my eyes low. Neither of us wanted too. But J wouldn’t let up. I could feel Sully’s gaze. He was watching us.

I looked at J, shaking my head.

Her pulse was getting quicker. She was getting pissed.

Panic spread across me like a tornado in a prairie. At Ripper, when people got mad (usually the patients), it never ended well. Most of the time I was the blame. The punching bag, in a way, for caretakers.

I felt my wings emerge, my body reacting by me curling over in pain. My spine felt like it was shattered than mended, my lungs trying to expand enough in my panic and sudden transformation. My head, on the other hand, felt like it was exploding and the rest of my body was just, too painful for it to realize that it actually hurt.

Sully just about screeched like a fangirl or fanboy, freaking out as if his favorite OTP had just become cannon. J just stared, dumbfounded.

A sudden calm washed over me, like I wasn’t so alone. Griffin looked at me, curious as I was. We need to talk to Mark. There was more to being a Keeper then he told us.

But then I could feel myself freaking out on the inside, a panic attack arriving. I felt queasy, like I was going to throw-up. My brain felt scattered and I was beginning to shake. J almost yelling at me, it replayed in my brain, the only thing I could think of.

“Griffin,” I said. I could feel tears forming. I held them back. “Sully? Someone?!”

Griffin looked at me, confused. Sully just stood there, still dumbfounded by my form.

With a shaking hand, I grabbed his, tugging it.

“Nayleth, w-whats wrong?” He said, worried.

A tear rolled down my cheek. I hugged him as tight as I could, Griffin surprised. He hugged me back, slightly wary.

“Wanna talk later?” He whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

I nodded my head against his chest. He hugged me tighter and I was beginning to calm down. Hugs helped me. So did warm things, places.

I let go of Griffin looking at J. She was wide-eyed.

“Don’t yell at me. Ever.” I hissed at her. Sully just watched me.

She nodded slowly and headed toward the door, telling us to follow.

I felt a cold hand rest on my shoulder.

“Well, that was interesting. But you will need to explain to them soon. Also, anymore cocoa?” Grim asked, his voice gravely and deep. It was like nails against a chalkboard. Almost.

Me and Griffin both jumped at the sound of his voice. I had forgotten he was even here. I didn’t answer his question when we left to head to classes and changed back to my dormant state.