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Ivy’s story-The adventures of Poppy McLain

*This story is underneath my folder titled “Adventures of Poppy and others”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*

In an uninteresting house in the woods, a little girl named Ivy and her brother, Damien, were fighting in the hallway over who got to go to bed first. Ivy suggested that since Damien was already wearing pajamas, he'd go to bed first, but then he started saying that since Ivy was younger, she'd go to bed first.

It went on, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.

Until they heard their father's petrified, frightened screams in the basement. They didn't know how they knew, because he never screamed or showed any sign of fear, but somehow, they knew.

The two of them rushed downstairs, hearts racing within their rib cages.

……………………………………

"Daddy?” Ivy asked timidly. Damien didn’t say a word.

It was all wrong, what they were seeing.

He...he was bleeding on the floor, all over himself. One of his eyes was missing and the other pale white. The blood was coming down fast and drying up quickly, so it looked like rust colored brown on his skin. Ivy could see his rib cage sticking out.

Admist the gore, he was..was...crying.

Wait, he was crying? They've never seen him cry before.

But there he was, a mangled, bloody mess, crying all over himself. His breaths were weak and shallow, but they were there, nonetheless.

Ivy turned to look at the woman standing above him and clenched her teeth when she knew who it was.

Aunt Janet, with her hand covered in blood, their own father's blood, cackling at the sight.

Ivy knew that there was something off about her, but she didn't know she'd stoop that low.

Her mother had let Aunt Janet live with them from time to time. She had her own house she rarely ever went to and had mostly lived with them.

Aunt Janet was…weird. She always looked at her Dad in strange ways, like she wanted to tear him to shreds and he would do stuff would her and would always come back with an ugly scar on his face. One time, he came back with an eye patch and wouldn't say anything about it.

Daddy covered his torn eye socket with one shaking, bleeding hand.

What else was he hiding?

"Hello there, children."  Aunt Janet said with a smile.

Oh no. She noticed them.

They raced to their room, desperate to hide from the madwoman, who was chasing them feverishly.

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Ivy had run for what seemed like miles (even though it was their own house) and had hid underneath her bed when she was in the safety of hers and Damien’s room, but just then, she heard Aunt Janet walk into her room and go:

"Ivyyy...come out, Ivy!  Say hello to your Aunt!"

Ivy clamped her mouth shut so Aunt Janet wouldn't hear her breathe.

"I can see you under your bed, Ivy. Just come out or you'll die."  She said calmly.

Since Ivy didn't know what to do, she stopped holding her breath and climbed out from underneath her bed, awaiting the worst.

Aunt Janet opened her mouth and began uttering strange words while moving her hands in the air.

"Aunt Janet, what are you doing? I-"

But Ivy never got to finish her sentence, because she was already feeling something awful happening to her.

It was the most peculiar thing ever. Her tongue felt like it was getting longer, her teeth were feeling sharper and when she looked at her skin…

Oh god, her skin. It was covered in gray scales, her hands were beginning to look like claws…

She even had a craving deep inside for small animals-No! Small animals were adorable, she'd never eat them!

"Enjoy being a snake girl, my dear." Aunt Janet sneered.

Snake girl? Snake girl? But..Ivy was afraid of snakes! She didn't want to be a snake girl!

Ivy fell to the floor and everything went black...

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"Ivy, sweetie, please...wake up..."

Ivy opened her eyes. She was lying on the floor of her bedroom, the sunlight streaming in through her window. Her mother was holding her in her arms and for a moment, Ivy forgot what happened.

Then, it all came rushing back. The memories from last night. Her Daddy, her brother.

Her brother...why hadn't she tried to protect him?! What if Aunt Janet caught him?!

Ivy began crying choked sobs into her Mom's shoulder and said between tears:

"Damien's gonna get hurt...he's gonna die! It's my fault! I should have....I should have protected him from the mean lady! Now...he's gonna die! Aunt Janet...she killed Daddy! She...she turned me into an ugly snake girl...now...she might kill Damien and it will be all my fault!"

"Shh…none of this was your fault. I know ways to help us all."

"You do, Mommy?"

"Of course, I'm a witch. I'm going to find Damien, help you with your curse, and bring Daddy back from the dead."

"Bring him back from the dead?  Isn't that dark magic?"

"It is. But trust me, he'll be fine."

"He will?"

"Yes."

"How will you find Damien?"

"It's going to take a long time, it might take months, but I can assure you, it won't take years. All I need is an item of his, something he loved dearly, and then I need to ask it where he is and we'll find him."

"Really?"

"Really."

"What about me, how will you help me?”

"By the looks of it, you're going to be a snake girl forever. But don't be sad!  You can turn into your human form whenever you like. Right now you can only hold it for five seconds, but I can teach you how to hold it longer!"

"What about Daddy? How will you bring him back?"

"You don't need to worry about that, sweetie."

So, Ivy decided not to worry, because at least Mommy would help and protect her. In the end, it didn't matter how her Daddy would come back, what mattered was that Mommy was going to fix everything, right?

Right?

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kaitlyn wrote a review · Wed Jun 12, 2024 4:27 pm

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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm Kate and I'm here to leave a quick review!!


First Impression

Well Ivy's side of things is really quite interesting. Her aunt seemed much more intent on just torturing her a bit rather than outright killing her like Damien or maybe at this point she already had her change of heart while killing Damien, either way it makes things quite interesting.

Anyway let's get right to: Kate's Line by Line Reactions;

In an uninteresting house in the woods, a little girl named Ivy and her brother, Damien, were fighting in the hallway over who got to go to bed first. Ivy suggested that since Damien was already wearing pajamas, he'd go to bed first, but then he started saying that since Ivy was younger, she'd go to bed first.

It went on, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.

Until they heard their father's petrified, frightened screams in the basement. They didn't know how they knew, because he never screamed or showed any sign of fear, but somehow, they knew.

The two of them rushed downstairs, hearts racing within their rib cages.


Oooh a bit of a quieter summary on this version of the tale it would seem, which does make sense assuming you didn't want to repeat those same details twice, or maybe this means Ivy has generally been slightly less observant about the going ons in this house.

"Daddy?” Ivy asked timidly. Damien didn’t say a word.

It was all wrong, what they were seeing.

He...he was bleeding on the floor, all over himself. One of his eyes was missing and the other pale white. The blood was coming down fast and drying up quickly, so it looked like rust colored brown on his skin. Ivy could see his rib cage sticking out.

Admist the gore, he was..was...crying.


Ooh well Ivy looks to be in quite a bit of shock there just trying to process the sheer amount of horror and gore that's going on here and fixating on the detail of the crying it seems to just try and frame this horror in a way that she can understand.

Wait, he was crying? They've never seen him cry before.

But there he was, a mangled, bloody mess, crying all over himself. His breaths were weak and shallow, but they were there, nonetheless.

Ivy turned to look at the woman standing above him and clenched her teeth when she knew who it was.

Aunt Janet, with her hand covered in blood, their own father's blood, cackling at the sight.


Well there's definitely no doubt about who did those murders now, and you can see exactly what she wanted to do too. Its definitely really hitting an exceptionally low point there in how badly Aunt Janet ends up hurting the father here.

Ivy knew that there was something off about her, but she didn't know she'd stoop that low.

Her mother had let Aunt Janet live with them from time to time. She had her own house she rarely ever went to and had mostly lived with them.

Aunt Janet was…weird. She always looked at her Dad in strange ways, like she wanted to tear him to shreds and he would do stuff would her and would always come back with an ugly scar on his face. One time, he came back with an eye patch and wouldn't say anything about it.


Well yup as we're going further we can see Ivy has noticed a lot in her own way about what her dad had gone through. Aunt Janet definitely wasn't hanging about there to do any good, that's for sure.

Daddy covered his torn eye socket with one shaking, bleeding hand.

What else was he hiding?

"Hello there, children." Aunt Janet said with a smile.

Oh no. She noticed them.

They raced to their room, desperate to hide from the madwoman, who was chasing them feverishly.


Oooh and the chase begins here, we'll finally get to see if poor Damien got his final wish there from earlier or if poor Ivy is going to be subjected to something similar or worse.

Ivy had run for what seemed like miles (even though it was their own house) and had hid underneath her bed when she was in the safety of hers and Damien’s room, but just then, she heard Aunt Janet walk into her room and go:

"Ivyyy...come out, Ivy! Say hello to your Aunt!"

Ivy clamped her mouth shut so Aunt Janet wouldn't hear her breathe.

"I can see you under your bed, Ivy. Just come out or you'll die." She said calmly.


Oh dear Janet really isn't holding back there going right in for the death moment and it looks like she's really about to deliver some sort of horrible attack here. We'll see where this goes.

Since Ivy didn't know what to do, she stopped holding her breath and climbed out from underneath her bed, awaiting the worst.

Aunt Janet opened her mouth and began uttering strange words while moving her hands in the air.

"Aunt Janet, what are you doing? I-"

But Ivy never got to finish her sentence, because she could already feel something awful happen to her.


Oh dear that does not look good from the looks of things. She's not even going for the kill, just moving in for whatever horrible magic she's trying to use heree. It can't possibly be good.

It was the most peculiar thing ever. Her tongue felt like it was getting longer, her teeth were feeling sharper and when she looked at her skin…

Oh god, her skin. It was covered in gray scales, her hands were beginning to look like claws…

She even had a craving deep inside for small animals-No! Small animals were adorable, she'd never eat them!


Oh dear looks like poor Ivy is succumbing to a classic monster transformation although a snake moment is definitely a new on to add to the list, I don't think I've seen that used before.

"Enjoy being a snake girl, my dear." Aunt Janet sneered.

Snake girl? Snake girl? But..Ivy was afraid of snakes! She didn't want to be a snake girl!

Ivy fell to the floor and everything went black...


Well looks like that one's a particularly taxing transformation there and a pretty bad one too if Ivy is quite that averse to snakes. Definitely a bit of a devasting moment this one.

"Ivy, sweetie, please...wake up..."

Ivy opened her eyes. She was lying on the floor of her bedroom, the sunlight streaming in through her window. Her mother was holding her in her arms and for a moment, Ivy forgot what happened.

Then, it all came rushing back. The memories from last night. Her Daddy, her brother.

Her brother...why hadn't she tried to protect him?! What if Aunt Janet caught him?!


Oooh interesting, looks like the Mother comes back. I was not expecting that move, well this makes things quite interesting even though it seem poor Ivy isn't able to immediately draw much comfort from itt.

Ivy began crying choked sobs into her Mom's shoulder and said between tears:

"Damien's gonna get hurt...he's gonna die! It's my fault! I should have....I should have protected him from the mean lady! Now...he's gonna die! Aunt Janet...she killed Daddy! She...she turned me into an ugly snake girl...now...she might kill Damien and it will be all my fault!"

"Shh…none of this was your fault. I know ways to help us all."


Oooh well the mother looks to be pretty confident there as far as having some sort of way to deal with this whole situation is concerned. Definitely opening up an interesting little set of questions about what the mother can do.

"You do, Mommy?"

"Of course, I'm a witch. I'm going to find Damien, help you with your curse, and bring Daddy back from the dead."

"Bring him back from the dead? Isn't that dark magic?"

"It is. But trust me, he'll be fine."

"He will?"


Ooh well that probably explains what Janet was capable of two given they must be sisters. It is hard to see if she's going to actually be able to do anything but we can see that she'll be able to do more than most.

"Yes."

"How will you find Damien?"

"It's going to take a long time, it might take months, but I can assure you, it won't take years. All I need is an item of his, something he loved dearly, and then I need to ask it where he is and we'll find him."

"Really?"

"Really."


Ooh well I like how that timeline does seem actually realistic in how it will take some time but that spell there will be able to do it and they will eventually find Damien although there's no telling now with that circus and Damien being a doll how that will go.

"What about me, how will you help me?”

"By the looks of it, you're going to be a snake girl forever. But don't be sad! You can turn into your human form whenever you like. Right now you can only hold it for five seconds, but I can teach you how to hold it longer!"

"What about Daddy? How will you bring him back?"


Hmm well these solutions really do seem plausible in their own way because even if in a blanket statement its a lot, the specifics do seem to be enough of a compromise that you can imagine it working out.

"You don't need to worry about that, sweetie."

So, Ivy decided not to worry, because at least Mommy would help and protect her. In the end, it didn't matter how her Daddy would come back, what mattered was that Mommy was going to fix everything, right?

Right?


Well that is quite the ending there. Now that seems to vaguely hint at the fact that just maybe it isn't going to go nearly as well as promised there but then you'll never quite know.

Aaand that's it for this oneee!!!

Overall

Overall I think you've done a great job once again, this one with quite an interesting little twist added on top there. In the end a hopeful little ending with a bit of a cliffhanger there. Hopefully things do in fact end up going well for the two of them here.

As always remember to: Take what you think was helpful and forget the rest!

Stay Safe and Have a Nice Day!
Kate


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KaavyaK wrote a review · Sun Apr 07, 2024 9:01 am

Wow! This story is way too creepy at the starting.
You have a great imagination. Someday you might become a famous writer.
"I can see you under your bed, Ivy. Just come out or you'll die."
This line gave me chills down my spine.
This story is very interesting.
Waiting for part 2.
Nice work.

Stories that connect to this is underneath my folder titled %u201CAdventures of Poppy and others%u201D. You can check it out if you want!

Oh I surely will...



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