Whisper glanced around the tranquil park she sat in, leaning against a nice, tall, birch tree. It was beautiful this time of year, she had come to find after living her for... what, three years now? She smiled widely, leaning her head against the tree. Just above, a cardinal started tweeting away. The enviroment certainly didn't help Whisper's narcolepsy, as she fell asleep a moment later.
As Whisper dozed, a certain man with a M name smirked to himself. This one was far too easy. And to think, he was do prepared to... "bring her mother back". The demon king snickered, and with a wave of his gloved hand, Whisper was dragged away by the very same hands he and his old assistant were. Maxwell snapped his fingers, and once again, the park was empty.
Whisper woke with a start.
...Well, that was an exageration. She awoke with the same amount of grogginess as usual, but with the added benefit of finding sticks in her black hair. She looked up, her vision poor as usual.
" ...Wha..? " she muttered, feeling a strong pull on her legs. The girl looked down slightly, and was shocked to see; a. A little girl who was seemingly dragging a 24 year old woman with ease, and b., the ghost beside her ( who was actually doing all the work. ).
Now, Whisper was never one to believe in ghosts. Unless of course, she was panicking about the house being haunted because her sushi was gone the night after she had put it in the fridge ( Her Parent Cryanth had really just thrown it away ).
That being said, seeing ghosts is always kind of a shocker. Especially when you dont believe in them.
So, Whisper did the only thing she could think of.
She screeched the most feminine shreik imaginable.
The small girl dragging her stopped. She audibly sighed before even turning to look at Whisper. She ran a hand through dirty blond hair, and looked to the ghost, who, apon closer inspection, had a small flower on their head.
" I told you to get Wolfgang, Abigail. But no, you had to run along instead." She sighed. " I won't say I told you so, only say you are the reason I shall die young. " Only then did the young girl and the ghost, apparently named Abigail, turn to face Whisper. The blond had a look of slight disgust. " Hello. I'm Wendy, this is my twin sister Abigail. " She paused.
" You are likely going to die. " Wendy sighed.
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