~ * ~ * ~ Jeju Island, Approx. 5 Years and 3 Months Ago ~ * ~ * ~
Tara: Welcome everyone~! Inside there should be six bed-
*The young woman yelped as her coworker threw open the mansion door behind her, his dark eyes widened in concern. Tara's heart sank as he carelessly tossed his headset aside to tell her something important. Whatever it was, if it had interrupted his gaming, it couldn't be good. And after the freak shows she had just survived on the train and Sunni's yacht, she wasn't sure she could take another killer adventure.
Sang: We got a problem.
Tara: W-What is it?
*Rather than answering her outright, the idol grabbed her wrist and dragged her hastily inside to the living area, where two young girls sat awaiting them. One looked to be about six and scrawny, constantly crying and trembling beside the older girl beside her. The other one, however, glanced up from her position on the couch, sporting a black eye and busted lip. Despite how afraid the little one was, this one seemed proud and certain, narrowing her icy blue gaze at the newcomers and treating the sofa as her throne. The two were bound at the wrist, chained together like criminals.
Tara: Sang, what is this? W-Why are there kids here?!
Sang: I don't know! I was going to ask you that!
Tara: Well, how should I know?!
Sang: Because you're the smart one, obviously!
Little Girl: P-Please, can we h-have some food? I-I'm so hungry... *Sobbing. I'm sorry!
Tara: Ah... *The idol glanced from the sobbing child up to the other girl who had yet to speak. If the others came in and saw this, what would they think...? Who...who are you? Where are your parents?
*The youngest fell silent almost instantly, and a wicked grin stretched across the older girl's lips, revealing teeth as sharp as fangs.
Older Girl: I am Director Pierce Wargrave, supreme ruler of Dimension Alpha, The Great Abyss! My family is dead, and I killed them. Now I've come to claim your world as my own. This whole planet will kneel at my feet...
*There was silence, and then a long groan of frustration.
Sang: For the millionth time! Do you want Spaghettios or ramyeon?!
Tara: Uh, Sang-ah? Is that...blood?
*The pair stopped to reexamine the two girls before them. Sure enough, this "supreme ruler" was coated in the sticky red substance, especially on the long, cape-like trench coat that was weighing down on her shoulders. Confident she had gained their full attention, Pierce rose to her feet to challenge them again, only her words were cut short as their guests began to step into view behind them.
Pierce: Like I said, I am Director Pierce...
*Her eyes caught on the tall, thin man that entered the room, and her resolve faltered. Those pale green eyes seemed to bore into her soul, questioning and playful at the same time. But something about them felt familiar, too. Like the return of an old friend.
~ * ~ * ~ 5 Years Later ~ * ~ * ~
*The teen jolted awake with a sharp gasp, searching the darkness surrounding her with wild eyes until they at last settled on the long trench coat peeking out of her closet. Pa was always griping at her to keep her room clean...maybe one day she'll actually listen and put that sh-t away. Scoffing as though the coat had offended her, Pierce tore her gaze away from the stained leather to peek at her phone.
*Four in the effing morning?
Pierce: No thank you.
*Tossing her phone aside, the teen tried her best to go back to sleep despite the lingering cobwebs of her nightmares. Ultimately, she managed to get in a glorified nap before the terrors awoke her again. This time, rather than play victim to the worst of her memories, Pierce forced herself up and trudged into the kitchen.
*Waverly was already up, of course, now that the sun had begun to rise. As was Pa, who Pierce could only guess was making his morning tea and teaching Waverly more words like "pardon" and "bullocks". Nepentheans... The teen rolled her eyes and cast a glance towards the bedroom down the hall. Dad likely wasn't up yet, she realized.
Waverly: Was it another nightmare?
*The teen glanced back at her younger sister groggily and nodded with a grunt of acknowledgement.
Waverly: Same one? *Another grunt. The little girl frowned sympathetically. Pa's making tea if you want some...?
Pierce: *Sighs. We're going to Earth today, aren't we?
Waverly: Yep~! Did you pack like Pa asked?
Pierce: Tch. Of course, I'm not incapable of managing myself. *She had not, in fact, packed.
Waverly: Better hurry before Dad gets up. He sounded super excited to see Aunt Tara again! We'll be going in an hour or so to beat traffic.
Pierce: ??? What traffic? We're teleporting, not taking the freeway!
Waverly: *Turns and runs off. Dad! Piercey's making fun of me again!
Pierce: (Kill me now.)
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