🌹📖 Mikayla and Andrew Bianchi: Paranormal Showgirl 📖🌹

*This story is under my folder titled “Paranormal Showgirl”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Enjoy!*

In the 1800s, there was once a married couple by the names of Mikayla and Andrew Bianchi, who had a six year old daughter named Fleur Bianchi, whom they had loved with all of their hearts, just as every good parent would.

And just like every good parent in the town that they lived in, they told Fleur to stay close to them when they were invited to Prince Cesare Albrecht’s twenty-sixth birthday. In fact, everybody in town was invited to the palace and while a royal birthday sounds fun, there just wasn’t something right with this one.

For Prince Cesare and his mother, Queen Clara, both kept a sharp watch on the citizens and public executions were not uncommon in their town. So the invite to the castle was most unusual and troubling, but no one dared not to come, in fear of the consequences that would arise from not doing so.

Mikayla and Andrew hoped that Fleur would trust them and not her own optimism, but alas, in the middle of the party, they had noticed that Fleur was not with them.

They let everyone else at the party know what had happened and so, with the help of the other townspeople, Andrew and Mikayla searched every room for their daughter.

They searched in every possible room, every corner, every hallway, but had not seen any sign of her.

Until, that is, when Andrew and Mikayla happened upon a dark hallway lit only by the stained glass windows with the moon reflecting off them. There, they saw an old woman in a blue dress in front of Queen Clara and Prince Cesare, holding a porcelain doll with her blond hair in pigtails, telling them that Fleur’s ghost was trapped in the doll, that she had killed the girl and trapped her so that they could take away Fleur’s happy energy, so that-

“What is this talk about murdering our daughter?!” Andrew cried out, jumping from the shadows, Mikayla following after him. Neither knew what exactly had happened, but if Fleur’s ghost were really trapped in that doll and the old woman wasn’t just telling a story, then they would get that doll back no matter what and so, they ran towards them, prepared to put up a fight even though they never fought before and-

The old woman needed only to extend out her hand and then, both of them began to twist and turn, blood pooling from their bodies, their hearts pumping with fear as they realized that they were dealing with someone of powers far beyond their understanding, a possible witch, the very witch who killed Fleur, Fleur, who only ever wanted to love and trust and believe with all her heart and then, the last words that they heard were from the old woman:

“If the both of you cared so much about Fleur, then you both must have been very, very happy. Your happiness will help the Albrechts.”

Somehow, it felt as though their happiness was going to be taken away from them, just like how Fleur was snatched from their sights.