First off, there's a great unease among the members. Talk of rebellion has been circulating like toxic in the air. It was mostly ignored at first, dismissed as the usual grumblings from the lazier members. But it continued and didn't show signs of letting up. The members wanted their hearts, and they were no longer willing to wait.
The first to go was VIII. Up and left in the dark of night. It was the first real sign that the rebellion was more than just a rumor. He still has yet to be found.
The next was IV. It came to no surprise, bu this had a great effect on the lower members. One of the ORIGINAL four had run off. They waited for Superior to take action. But she didn't.
There's been a lot of talk of who's next to go. Of course, if you asked anyone openly they deny there was anything wrong. Even the first syllable of rebellion ticked Superior off to no end. It was obviously stressing her. She tended to take that stress out on me. I didn't mind. It WAS partially my fault they didn't have hearts yet...
Rebellion does appeal to me. I've tried it already and found no benefits to it, back when I destroyed Halloween Town. Even so, my name is one of the first to pop up in conversations about the next to rebel...
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Max finished the entry with a sigh and stored the diary away in her bookshelf. She was just as stressed as Superior, but without anyone to take her anger out on. Everyone was on thin ice. A calm outward appearance could shatter into a boiling rage if given even the wrong look. Max tended to seclude herself from everyone else. She didn't want their anger. Not now. Not while the darkness was dormant.
Heading out of her room, she walked down the hall towards the kitchen. The castle was eerily silent, but if she strained her ears as she past by vents, she could swear she could hear the whispering of other members. Max attempted to ignore it, but her paranoia nagged her. Were they talking about her? What were they saying? She unknowingly stopped by one of the vents, peering between the slits as if she would be able to see the members who were talking. But the whispering was just as vague and unclear as before.
Max noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned with a small twitch. Voices, two of them, and shadows. Max walked closer to the hallways from which the shadows and voices were coming from. Peaking around the corner, she observed the scene impassively.
It was Superior. With IX. They were talking. Their tones were friendly, teasing in some way. It clicked instantly in Max's mind what it was the was different about them. A malicious and knowing grin spread across her face as she slipped away from them. Max headed for the kitchen, chortling to herself. She couldn't wait to tell II!
Max finished the entry with a sigh and stored the diary away in her bookshelf. She was just as stressed as Superior, but without anyone to take her anger out on. Everyone was on thin ice. A calm outward appearance could shatter into a boiling rage if given even the wrong look. Max tended to seclude herself from everyone else. She didn't want their anger. Not now. Not while the darkness was dormant.
Heading out of her room, she walked down the hall towards the kitchen. The castle was eerily silent, but if she strained her ears as she past by vents, she could swear she could hear the whispering of other members. Max attempted to ignore it, but her paranoia nagged her. Were they talking about her? What were they saying? She unknowingly stopped by one of the vents, peering between the slits as if she would be able to see the members who were talking. But the whispering was just as vague and unclear as before.
Max noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned with a small twitch. Voices, two of them, and shadows. Max walked closer to the hallways from which the shadows and voices were coming from. Peaking around the corner, she observed the scene impassively.
It was Superior. With IX. They were talking. Their tones were friendly, teasing in some way. It clicked instantly in Max's mind what it was the was different about them. A malicious and knowing grin spread across her face as she slipped away from them. Max headed for the kitchen, chortling to herself. She couldn't wait to tell II!
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