[Judy is up early. Like she always is. This morning, she regrets it.
She very nearly runs right into the shadowy mass as she makes her way out of the stairwell, and she has to hold the wall to keep herself from stumbling backwards when she sees it. But it doesn't attack...it's just there, and the horror of what it represents isn't lost on the rabbit.
She moves at a speed far quicker than a person, her feet thudding against the floor as she tries to ignore the darkness around her, trying to find the source because it has to be here for a reason--
....and when she finds it, she goes still.
That shadow is still there, as if watching as she looks on at Mercy's body, drawing both paws shakily over her mouth. And while she feels like she should move, she doesn't. She can't do anything but stare at where the poor doctor once was as the Wordsmith's voice rings out above.]
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She very nearly runs right into the shadowy mass as she makes her way out of the stairwell, and she has to hold the wall to keep herself from stumbling backwards when she sees it. But it doesn't attack...it's just there, and the horror of what it represents isn't lost on the rabbit.
She moves at a speed far quicker than a person, her feet thudding against the floor as she tries to ignore the darkness around her, trying to find the source because it has to be here for a reason--
....and when she finds it, she goes still.
That shadow is still there, as if watching as she looks on at Mercy's body, drawing both paws shakily over her mouth. And while she feels like she should move, she doesn't. She can't do anything but stare at where the poor doctor once was as the Wordsmith's voice rings out above.]
...No. No, she...No...