Aubrey was shaking.
Their group was falling apart at the seams, and Abyss had the scissors.
And all she could do was watch, from her own perspective, watch helplessly as she tore them apart.
Or- it, rather.
“It’s not going to work,” she cried out, to empty space, her voice mangled and shaking. “They wouldn’t do that. Not for me.”
She had to close her mouth before her voice started wavering, before she got the chance to realize it was probably true.
Maybe not all of them, flower. But one would.
“No,” Aubrey managed, forcing her voice past what felt like glass constricting her throat. “No. ..Not- N-not him. You’re... you’re wrong.”
Am I? Well let’s see, flower.
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‘Aubrey’ continued strutting down the hall, posture straight, chin held high. An aura of confidence that didn’t fit her.
“Hey, specks!” Someone shouted, menacing glee in their tone. The girl stiffened, shooting the sharpest glare back behind her, seeing one of Austin’s (honestly stronger, and taller) allies jogging up to her. The girl merely blinked as he grabbed her by the (scarred) wrist, slowly pushing her against the cold brick wall.
“And where are you going looking so confident?” He purred. ‘Aubrey’ did nothing. This was a test.
I wonder, the voice reached out to Aubrey in the depths of her prison, even knowing that you aren’t yourself, will your friends come to your rescue?
“No! They- they wouldn’t, stop- they don’t care! They’re not going to do anything, they won’t help you, so just stop!” She shouted.
But the girl in the real world suddenly looked like Aubrey.
Her venom green eyes solemnly melted away to cool blue ones, the large doe-eyes that were definitely hers.
Her plain face gave way to a worried expression; creased brow, lips barely parted in a silent whimper, eyes a beautiful blue display of her panic.
Her frame shrunk microscopically against the wall, her knees bending just a bit. She was tense, worry set in every nerve.
In just a seconds, the imposter disappeared. This was the Aubrey they would help.