I don't own Kappa Mikey. I do own any OCs and the plot to this story.

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Elizabeth's POV

I woke up in my bed, and saw that the sheets were ripped and the paintings were on the floor.

Damn, I was sure that the sleeping pills would work. At least there's no blood, so I didn't hurt anyone. Plus, today's Saturday, so I can just sleep everything off.

"Hey Elizabeth!" Mikey yelled, and barged in, followed by the others.

"Yikes! I thought I locked that."

"Maybe you didn't lock it all the way," Mikey said.

"Woah, what happened here?" Guano asked.

"Oh uh, nothing that I know of. Of course, I have been known to sleepwalk. That's why I locked my door. I was about to get it when you guys walked in."

"We were wondering if you'd like us to show you around Tokyo," Gonard said.

"Any other time I would, but I've got to work on my character's backstory today. Ozu said that he wanted to see it by Monday."

"Ok then, some other time then?" Mitsuki asked.

"Sure."

Lily's POV

"Backstories?! Sleepwalking?! How bad at excuses can you get?!" I yelled.

"She probably didn't want to offend us by saying that she was tired," Mitsuki said.

"Tired? What do you mean tired? She's just rude ,stuck up, and a spaz!" I yelled, a vein throbbing in my head.

"Now that you mention it, she didn't look like she got any sleep last night. I guess she was working and then started sleepwalking," Guano said.

"Why do you guys keep defending her?!" I yelled.

"Why do you hate her?!" Mikey yelled back.

"She acts so depressed all the time, and pushes us away whenever we're not on set!"

We all kept arguing until we passed Elizabeth'r room to hear her talking.

"Elizabeth's backstory shouldn't be too hard, just my own except with an archenemy and no sleepwalking. I think I'll tell each backstory from the character's voice. Ok, here I go. My name is Elizabeth. I have no last name, at least not one that I aim to use. Using a family name is only fit for one who has family. My parents were killed when I was only three, and my brother was murdered shortly after my ninth birthday. I have been searching for the murderer for years now, but so far I've found nothing except a trail of dead bodies. The only things I know about him are his name, Lycarius, and the fact that he wears the skin of a wolf. I have since become a hunter of the undead, for I know that Lycarius is not human. It is strange, how death follows me like a shadow..."

She stopped, and we heard soft crying instead of more of the story. We left in silence.