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Fawnbloom
Three years later somewhere in a military school, teachers bustled in the faculty, students gathered around the digital bulletin board previewing their scores, some looked nervous and the bully trio looked anticipated and thrilled, but it all trips down to abbie.
Abbie, goodness gracious got a zero. But Miss Bloomie was already there waiting for a wilted score, standing at that doorframe, ready for a strike. The grin she made wasn't slow, but it crept up so fast. Abbie looked at the doorframe terrified, he felt a heavy weight on his chest and limbs as he trembled in fear
He sprinted out of the gathering as the teacher chased him down as the sharp point of Miss Bloomies legs gave out a loud CLACK! The air was heavy and thick. Abbie felt like he couldn't move due the fear surging through his veins, Miss Circle was able to notice the situation that emitted.
She lingered there for a moment in subtle confusion until she felt the weight that students shouldn't be killed she followed their tracks
He found a fire exit, he reached for the handle until a loud gunshot rang out BAM! It penetrated his hand as he stumbled down, anxious. Miss Blooomie stood there menacingly with that unhinged grin preparing for a strike, but…
Miss Circle managed to hold Miss Bloomie hostage, and kept Abbie safe. “What are you doing!?” She said in a displeased tone as she scowled. They both looked like they were against each other, their actions and everything. They both looked at Abbie as they calmed down. But worries are on the report of Miss Grace
After a couple of hours…
Miss Bloomie was called into Miss Grace's office.
“How many times do I have to explain to you and your blood lust!?” She said in a cold agitated tone, she pulled out several reports of the teachers' scandalous actions that caused a lot of students to be injured but needed to be kept safe.
The shorter woman stood there quietly and looked like she's doubting her own actions. “You're being very difficult Bloomie, I regret bailing you out.. If your actions are always like this..” Grace announced to her in a cold indifferent tone. She turned her back on her worker.
Bloomie left the office and closed the door gently, with a soft click. Miss Grace’s voice still played on her head, countless times she was told to control herself.
But it never happened, she hates herself for it. Bloodlust is stringed to her like it's her soul. No matter how much she tries, it drags her down as a bloody string and messy ink.
She sighs as she felt unrelieved and had a pang of sadness within her. In her chest, she walks to her office and gently opens her door before slamming it shut in a fit of rage. “FUCK’ FUCK’ FUCK!!!!!!!” She yelled in her office as the noise is barely audible, but Miss Thavel hears her co-workers distress. She stopped in her tracks.
‘What is happening in there—’ she thinks but it was cut off by that violent loud CRASH, seemed like Miss Bloomie was definitely upset over something.
Creak..
“Hey Bloom-Bloom?” Thavel saw the mess in the office and bloomie there standing, she looked tense. But she softened up by that voice…
“Thavel?” She looks behind her and turns around. “Oh..” She was kind of embarrassed to let Miss Thavel find out she was in this state. She scratches her head “Why did.. You visit, sorry if i interrupted you—” she was cut off by that weirdly comforting voice by that multilingual person “Bloom-Bloom its fine i was doing nothing anyways..” But weirdly Miss Bloomie wanted to cry somehow to let that pain go away.
She held it anyway, she does not like looking weak.
“You look weak.. You okay?..” Thavel noticed her composure, Bloomie snapped away from dozing off into nothingness, or her co-workers' eyes. “Im… I'm fine.. Fine really.” She managed to stutter out but her voice cracked, and her pure self-hatred was visible in her expression. “It's just something, running in my mind..” She spoke in a quiet whisper-like voice.
“What is it Bloom-Bloom?.. Don't make me worry! You know I hate it if your.. Negative cherie(darling)..” She cupped Miss Bloomie's cheek. Her clawed hands were surprisingly warm on the contact, even if its appearance is intimidating.
A tear fell down on their cheek.
“Thavel..” Miss Bloomie spoke quietly, as she turned her head around to not face the person in front of her. But it kind of cracks her heart a bit. She felt exposed
“Bloomie…”
The tension in the room was softer than silly or stern aggressive teachers, Miss Thavel wrapped her arms around Miss Bloomies waist and nuzzled her face into their invisible neck, “It's fine, I love you who you are dont.. Just don’t think of yourself too low..”
Miss Bloomie held her back as she sobbed. “Hic..” She felt comforted after months or years of getting called out by the headmistress, Miss Thavel is her lucky charm. She loved her dearly, each other.
She felt understood for once. She tangled her fingers around that fluffy spiky hair, and a smirk crept up to her face. It felt like flowers blooming in her heart.
“I love you.”
Miss Thavel kissed Miss Bloomie's cheek. "Love ya too!"