Alyssa
A horrible, unsettling sound echoed through the facility, even to the outside areas. The air grew colder the closer one was to the sound, as if their very being was prohibiting them from getting any closer. The inhuman wailing was deep and powerful, but scratchy, like pained screaming from some alien creature.

The sound came from the courtyard, where, even if the sun shone down, the air seemed cold and stale, more than usual for a place like this. The courtyard wasn't necessarily *Completely* Trashed, but it certainly wasn't in the best shape. Plants lay scattered, the little dirt present was spilled, and trash cans were spilled over.

The one who caused the mess was obvious, solid black and white color, leaking an inky, dark fluid and body warped to inhuman degrees. They lay on the ground, screaming and shaking occasionally before running around like some sort of rabid animal, an animal whose nervou systems were deteriorating, they stumbled and fell occasionally in their blind rage, hitting an obstacle or knocking over something else. Their screams were loud enough to rattle the bodies of those nearby, and they seemed to react violently to *Unknown* Presences, but no one was reported as being harmed.

From their mouth and giant, vacant eye sockets spewed forth the previously mentioned inky black substance, uncontrolled in magnitude, staining the creature's clothes and appearing in small, localized puddles and smears across the area.
Janet
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ a dash around campus, the usual for ol Hatsume, especially in the evening. 10pm, it was prime time for her to stomp through the halls at her terminal velocities, tripping over any stray bins, boxes, tables and all sorts, ducking under doorways and slamming into walls. The outdoors of the campus was arguably her least favourite part of the sequence. Annoyingly, the courtyard and such places lacked any sort of challenge outside of some benches and bushes, the fresh air cleaned any dirt and malice from her lungs, but it failed to impress her enough to ever look forward to this part.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ However, today seemed different. Hatsume had always had a very strange knack of sense; it was strange in the way that she managed to misjudge energy like telling the difference between placebo and real. 
And that alongside the scream alerted Hatsume to... El Yaur. Actively struggling to do such, Hatsume couldnt seem to put a finger on what the exact and appropriate message was.
Soon enough, she had absentmindedly chalked it down to distress. The mess of limbs and thick, gloopy ink like plasma sent a sharp shiver serenading southwards of her spine.



⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "Yari? Is... That you?"
Hatsume called out, hands cupping her mouth to amplify. Surely it was Yari... It only made sense
Alyssa
The creature turned its head towards Hatsume, its twisted, cracked and torn face dripping with the strange oily goop still. It stopped its rampage, but its head hung low and its leags were spread out, trembling as it supported its own weight. The solid white skin that showed on her libs looked torn and tattered as if this thing was merely walking in the girl's skin and suddenly burst from it. Its eyes flickered a dim red before coughing up more of the black oily slime, it looked almost like it was throwing it up, due to the way its body moved and the coughing/burping sounds it made as it did so. Soon after this, it screamed at Hatsume and took a shaky step towards her, almost feeling as if a cold gust of air came from the thing. Then it took another step.. Its head ocasionally tilting left or right, as if on a pivot on the extended neck that supported it. Each step was wet and heavy, despite how gangly this thing looked.

As it got closer, that sense of dread slowly increased. Its long, almost serpentine body's arch descending as its length began to spread between their two locations.
Janet
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ To say Hatsume had downright never felt fear before would be a lie and a half, after all, everyone fears *Something*. Whether that concept that deep down frightens you be something beyond comprehension, like imminent death, or something far more trivial, like spiders; it's a shared common ground between all life on earth and in the stars, to experience a sense of dread or terror.
Realistically, such a feeling wasn't absurd to hatsume either, her life and the lessons she grew up on were built on the very foundations of fear yet...

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ She was probably about to shit herself, actually. God knows why Yari's powers so freaky; in fact they were actually pretty cool until you come face to face with what can only be described as a lovecraftian dream.
The damp slaps across the floor with each step almost made the tall girl gag- did nobody else notice this?? Hatsume's eyebrows raised with an uncertainty. Not once did it occur to her just how cartoonishly frightened she was... Until she was annoyingly aware of the fact she was *Cowering*.
Eugh, how embarrassing...

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ The actual scream of bloodtorn horror directed at Hatsume made the bright haired girl shriek spontaneously inreturn, the sounds overlapping into a pained vs petrified chorus, a melody that I doubt either of them *Wanted* To hear.
Outside of the dripping wet impact against the floor with each lanky steps, there was silence and an opportunity to speak up, to hope Yari was under there in a foul, pained mood.
I mean... Hatsume wouldn't be too pleased if she were torn to shreds by her own power, just to shriek a bit.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "Ack- h- heya Yari- you up the- there?" She whimpers, hands suffocating eachother in a nervous grip.
"Cause ya aint lookin too good- want me to uh... Splash some water on ya?"
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⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Appealing to a beast ain't a fool's work, and trust Hatsume is some kind of fool for sure, but... Somewhere inside her bones she searches for an ounce of courage and a vial of bravery.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Hatsume takes steps back, assuring distance between the two; She doesn't want things getting messy- after all, she'd be the one losing.
Alyssa
The creature wasn't focused on anything, only getting closer and closer, jaw quivering with violent intent as it almost *Assessed* Her. It looked as if it was about to pounce, pulling back a bit and closing its jagged maw of glasslike teeth, but then it paused.

It recognized that name. They knew it. On second thought, this person never did anything to harm them. It backed up again, but more fervently, its head whipping back an forth as if it were trying to get rid of something on it. It would claw at its face to no avail, screaming again in the process, but it was no longer a scream of rage, it was more of desperation, or anguish. Despite still sounding extremely monstrous, the tone of it was clearly different. It did not seem very keen on being calmed down, but it was clearly just what it needed.

It was still too angry to speak coherently. It was still only making screams and animalistic vocalizations.
Janet
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Upon reflection, Yari looked to be in pain. While Hatzume had halfly acknowledged this fact prior, it was only now solidifying with a burning brandishing in her head. She staggered back, almost slipping on thin air in her panic. As she blinked hopelessly at the figure, she was a child being circled by dogs. Not yet attacked, but knowing damn well all was lost.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Until of course, Yari stepped backwards; leaving Hatsume relieved and befuddled as the almost canid like creature's heavy steps made fierce contact with the floor.
Vicious shrieking that crowded Hatsume's ears made the tall girl slam her hands against her ears, she could feel the blood pumping through her veins and slithering around her head. Eyebrows furrowed, Hatsume's eyes clenched shut like airtight, sealed doors. She breaches, eyes peeling open to see Yari clawing at her face.
Just what is happening...

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ To no one's surprise, Hatsume is a simple girl, she finds joy in things like backchatting her guinea pigs, when they want to scream at her, she just imitates them back...
Would that appeal to Yari's animalistic form? 

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Hatzume rolls her shoulders in a stretch, before glaring at Yari with a confidence, and screaming right back, imitating her noises with a grin.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ This could go either downright terribly or the exact opposite... In a bout of nerves, Hatsume almost immediately doubts her actions...
Alyssa
Chaos. Rage. Panic. 
*Don't hurt her.* 
*She did not hurt you.*
Hatzume's lack of action made it almost forget she was there in its mania, and it had shook its head, the long spiked hair (was that hair?) on its head sounding like a bunch of sticks sliding and clicking against each other, but no individual strands could be seen in the smooth, spiky mass. It was about to claw at its face again before the other girl's screaming caught its attention. The creature, in response, screamed again, walking towards her at a regular, albeit *Fast* Pace, considering its size. It seemed to stop at her face, but it just kept screaming. Teeth, elongated into giant snakelike fangs each fanned out as it screamed, each threatening to tug at her skin. Not only did the extreme proximity make it louder, she could swear it was *Actually* Louder than the last ones. 
*SCREAMS. INTENDS TO HURT ME. NO POWER OVER ME. PREVENT FROM HURTING.*
It reeled back in a crawling fashion, and out of nowhere , it swatted at her, slapping her away from her current location. It would't send her flying, but it *Would* Send her skidding and rolling along the ground for at least ten or so feet, assuming there are no obstructions.
Janet
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ a scream that was intended to match Yari's energy quickly morphed into one of considerably alarm as the creature of gangly limbs plodded towards her with a scream in return. The temptation to crack out her whole sound amplication hands out was immense, but for the sake of not alarming Yari, and not shattering all nearby windows into itty bitty pieces- she ceased the idea, scampering backwards on herself to move her ass out of the way.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Of course, her efforts were a little bit pathetic, leading to her stumbling into a bush, and getting bonked. The swat was enough for the usually unmoving pillar of a girl to lose her footing, skidding at first in the ground's mud, and then tumbling a couple feet in quite the clumsy manner.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ What did she expect to happen, matching the eldritch horror's energy my ass!- she should have known that screeching back was always going to be bad news...
That said, she had just had a manicure. Not only was there now dirt under her nails, but she landed on her funny bone weirdly, sending the world's strangest mix of nerve signals through her body.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Rising back to her feet with a slight frown, Hatsume clicked her fingers in some sort of attempt at defiance
"You...- you got an off button on the painful lovecraftian animorph form!?" She questioned unsubtly, hopefully loud enough for the monster to hear her over the sound of it's own anguish
Alyssa
*Of course she's terrified. She hates you.*
It screamed again, and grabbed her by tbe middle, lifting her up and pinning her to a wall with just one hand. It made eye contact with the other girl, and once again, it spoke. "You got an off button on that eyesore hairstyle?" What came out felt like if a motrpcycle engine could speak. It had little tone to it, mostly being a booming growl of a voice, almost powerful enough to rattle one's insides. "Maybe I can fix that, maybe you'd look prettier if i pulled it out. You'd be less of a freak, less annoying to look at. They'd appreciate you more. You know they will."

It turned its hand so that the palm lay flat againdt her, the elongated, its clawed fingers all around her head, points placed directly onto the wall. It then ran a finger from the other hand theough her hair, and suddenly pinched a large lock of it, pulling on it painfully. "You'd appreciate their acceptance... Maybe- MAYBE THEY'LL LIKE YOU MORE!"

Ah. It was taking its anger out on the girl.

It removed its palm, but now it had Hatzume by the hair, now grabbing all of it in one hand rather than just pinching some of it. It was grabbed pretty close to the root, but even then, for a couple of seconds she was essentially held up *Only* By her hair, unless she managed to struggle against it. "Let's see how pretty you'll be without the circus act you call a *Style*."

It began to dragger along the floor, as it had not yet let her go, pacing for a few seconds as it went over to a tree, calculating if the tree could support it, considering it was now four or five times the original length of the girl, and in every sense of the word, looked mangled and torn apart from the inside. Even the muscles that rippled and tensed under its skin looked twisted, warped and stretched, like a clay model gone wrong. 

Each of its movements came with a low creaking and an occasional crunching or snapping. Its breathing was loud and labored, and as mentioned before, its movements-

Looked sluggish and unstable, as if this form is incomplete, imperfect, the latter of which is clear as day.
Janet
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Swiftly, the way she's pressed against the wall manages to knock the wind out of her, leaving Hatsume quietly gasping in confusion. Muscles or not, she lacked any experience in actually *Using* Her figure as anything outside of a cosmetic feature... So there wasn't much escape from this.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Oh! It speaks
Hatsume didn't know there was anything in this monster outside of shrieking agony, the tall girl tried not to take it personally, frowning a tad in response to the insult.
I mean... Did her haircut have an off switch? She didn't think so! Considering this int started before her little restyling, I'm going to assume Hatsume's still got that partially unstyled curls look. 
"I mean- I don't wanna offend I just- the form looked painful. Damn." She stated with panic, the former abundance of self assured zest having run dry as soon as she was in the tight spot.
Yari's voice rang in her ears like a heavy bass, an earthquake in her system and a disaster on her bones.
"Is it really that bad..?" She mumbled to herself, looking away from the eldritch horror before her.
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⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Hatsume squeaks when the palm shifts, before she could use her hand, and if she was 100% honest, the purple haired girl regretted not just cupping her hands and deafening poor yari to escape- but it was too late for that now, as she lay squashed against the wall.
Thumps of adrenaline pulsed inside her ears. For whatever reason, she didn't fear Yari killing her; for whatever reason, she had considered the girl as a friend- and hoped that that would be realised by the creature that seemed to possess Yari's every sense- it's temper a touchy dynamite.
She flinched heavily when it gave a violent pull at a chunk of her curls, an exclamation of pain escaping her throat as she moved her head with her hair to try and sort of stop any damage, if that makes any sense. As self centered as she feared it may sound, to get her hair to that length had taken years.
The subsequent dysphoria if it were to get damaged and she had to cut it all off?? Hatsume wanted to shake her head at just the *Thought*.
"Augh!- stop- seriously!" Is all she could crack out, her headwacking around at the noise of Yari's loud reprimand

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⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ She's grabbed by her hair as a whole, and she's struggling, making a whole performance out of trying to get out of Yari's grip without tearing her hair out or harming the monster that gripped her like a hunter to a rabbit by the ears.
She could gather Yari was projecting, and projecting *Hard*, not that it was any excuse, but part of Hatsume felt bad...
Maybe she should hang out with Yari more often, yknow, just not when shes a horrifying amalgamation of everything fucked up with urban legends.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Dragged across the floor, Hatsume's complaints rang fruitless, and she heavily disliked the direction they were heading. A tree, whats worse than falling out of a tree? Getting stuck in a tree. Futile fists smacked against it's knuckles, before stopping when it caused additional strain on her hair.
"It's- not a circus act!- it's just *Hair*, natural hair, it just Looks Like That" She complained, priorities skewed as always. A faint idea flickered on the smoothness of her brain, a plan she was hesitant on, no matter how simple. Was it ethical? Hatsume hadn't a clue...

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Hands cupped up to her mouth, Hatsume readied herself to scream; and once she did, it echoed out abrupt, sudden and goddamn impulsive- her shriek rattled out in an impressive high note, like something only dogs could hear. Her scream amplified through the hole in between her two hands, like a human microphone system.
If all went to plan, she hoped Yari would drop her free when startled by the deafening shriek.
Alyssa
```i love it shut up /lh```

"Natural? A deformity then. We can fix that." It had decided to not climb the tree. When Hatzume screamed her dogwhistle shriek, Yarimiel couldn't help but be startled, tossimg her to the side. This sound, while having a very clear effect, didn't actually seem to do much. Perhaps its own capability to scream made it more resistant to such attacks. Once it was done shaking its head, it turned back to the girl after she stopped and spoke in a normal tone.

"*You done?*"

It just stared at her, slowly got up, then paced back to her new location.
It was now quiet.
It stood over her, on all fours, then sat down, grabbed her with one hand, and slowly pulled her closer.
The way it loomed over her shadowed its face entirely, all black, except for its teeth, turned up into a grin.
It put one of it's hands up to her hair, began to twirl a small lock of it, then *Very* Slowly began to pull... And pull... And pull..
Janet
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "Deformity? Girl its curls I mean- you have curls-" She commented, a bewildered frown upon her face. There were a million different things she could be *So* Concerned about right now but... Damn, the deformity comment was something to be confuddled about. Another thing that made Hatsume wonder if Yari was just self projecting here.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Unceremoniously falling to a heep on the floor, Hatsume had never been so relieved to have been launched before. She scrambled to her feet, definitely more on guard now than before. She stands there awkwardly, eyes glancing from side to side at the question.
>"Uhm... Yea I think so?-"
She kicks a rock sheepishly, taking a step back.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Before she knows it, Yari is sitting in front of her, and in the silence, Hatzume wondered if things were calmer now. If Yari had come back to her senses... After all, it was a nice enough little teenager under there somewhere- Hatsume knew that much.
Apparently not, she's being gripped again, there was a feeble attempt at resistance this time! Hatsume pushing with a free arm on Yari's enclosed fingers- likely to no avail, thats down to you.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Alarmed, she struggles against Yari, hair... Why her hair of all things? She's less frightened by the sickening grin on it's face, moreso by the agonising pace at which the monster pulled at her hair
"Nononononono" She repeated, eyes clenched shut now. Legs flailed and words grew desperate.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Even if Yari's power sorta had a habit of taking over- Hatsume was gonna have a hard time forgiving her for this heart attack and a half.
I mean... Was this even yari?
Alyssa
It stopped, and tried to pull its finger back, beginning to tremble as it did so. Its entire body shook far more than it did before, like it was tensed up all over. When it pulled its finger back its teeth slowly fanned out, and it put her diwn, all in that same slow manner. "Don't hurt." It jaw remained gaped open, but faint, hollow words escaped between its needle-like teeth. 

It slwoly backed away and its already heavy brething sounded downright winded and exhausted. It just curled up and backed away from her, like some scared animal. If she approached, it did so faster. If backed into a wall, it scrambled away. As it backed away, she could note how the beast grew smaller, the tears in its skin mending as the spiked hair slowly drooped downwars, converging into a collection behind its head, like an animal's ears pulling back.

It was reverting back into the girl, and the tar-like substance continued to leak from the giant pitch-black eye sockets, its breaths shuddering.

*She never hurt you.*
Janet
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Well, she was back on solid ground which was a welcome surprise... She palmed her hand on where the tension had pulled against her scalp; Intact- what a relief that was, her hair was the thing she spent hours taking care of, to see it damaged would have made her uncharacteristically upset- angry almost.
The tall girl sat down as the agony infected creature of a person staggered back on itself, each shuffle of herself forward making it recoil further away. Like some sort of rodent approached by a lion, when it could not be more like the opposite in physical size.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Hatsume's eyebrows upturned to concern as the monster's breathing huffed desperately in some sort of animalistic asthma attack. It shrunk and shrunk in it's form, down to the uh... Questionable little kid that it was deep down. God knows what atoms made up that thick cigarette ooze from the sockets of it's face. She questioed the texture, yet didn't want to get too close and frighten the sensitive animal.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "Yari? That you comin back?" 
She wouldn't be surprised if the short teen came back to size and passed out, not that Hatzume was at all aware of the toll the power seems to take on the edgy young girl but... Sometimes assumptions work.
She gazed on as Yari gradually shrunk in size.
Alyssa
She continued to "Cry", but the labored, shaking breaths turned into a quiet sobbing. She wasn't quite tuckered out yet, she still had more of that angush to let out. Honrstlyz to her, it felt like it would never leave her. Like it was always going to come back, hit her harder every time while she just lay there and took the beating. The memories, or rather, the sheer unquenchable vehemence she felt towards her own life was something she couldn't currently get rid of. Ignore? Yes, but it was always going to come back.

The moment she even thought about letting her guard down, her mind wandered, and the pain found its chance to strike. It instilled the fear, the pain, the hatred and the blinding rage. All of those times quietly dumpster diving for food because her jailers wouldn't feed her enough to make it to the next day. Having to fight off other creatures who were just trying to do the same, only to make them her next leg-up on death.

She hated all of it, having to do that just so survive, never talking to kids her age. They never even wanted to speak to her, they always called her weird abd creepy. The parents were no better. All they saw was the rabid animal in human skin. 

She gave up quickly, and just resorted to being alone. She stopped trying to escape, she gave up hope. The only thing she looked forward to was the food.

...

Snapping back to reality, her eyes went from an unfocused, darting frenzy to a more concentrated and present wide-eyed stare, which directed itself towards Hatzume. She was now full-on crying but still tried to crawl away, eventually being overtaken by emotion as she just curled up into a ball on the floor, ugly-crying.
Janet
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Hatsume knew very little about yari.
That was the truth, and only the truth, she knew the kid was troubled- who here *Wasn't* After all? She knew that they were both bin scrounger kids- she assumed with a lack of parental affection. That's all she could gather from her own mini detective work that comes upon her every couple weeks where she feels the need to backread someone's entire message history to figure out their story.
A weird hobby, but one nonetheless- lucky for most, nothing much of interest usually came up, same being the case with Yari- as this was quite base information.
That said, Hatsume knew something, she knew they were... Sort of kind of not really but like in a way similar.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ A second of eye contact and Yari was sobbing and backing away, like a child met by an untamely beast... Hatsume only takes one step forward- she can't be rash, she can't be loud and she can't be overly familiar so... She can't be most portions of herself in that moment. The tall girl takes in a large breath of crisp air as the other folded in on herself like a fucked up, traumatised bakugan. There's distance between them, and Hatsume didn't doubt that she could easily close that gap but.. At what expense? The last thing she wanted was to back Yari into a corner and make her feel like some kind of *Animal*

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "Yari..? Uh... Click your finger once if you'd like a hug, uh... Twice if you'd rather not-" It was the only sort of consolation Hatsume knew, it was the one she recieved most growing up as a sensitive child with a cool older brother. A tight ass hug clears all wounds- unless you don't want one then... Then it does not.
An attempt is an attempt though, even if Yari was touch averse, Hatsume hoped she made it clear that she cared...

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "Kinda shit options I know, sorry." Hatsume mutters, sitting down opposite the sobbing ball of a girl.
Company was... Something?
Alyssa
She remained still, almost ignoring Hatzume's presence, or too overwhelmed to do anything about it. Either way, this forced her to do something about it. It wasn't unknown that this girl was massively unstable, and so things like this are only to be expected when she is left alone for too long. She didn't respond to her snapping thing, she just kept crying and shuffling a limb or two every few seconds. The only thing she regustered was just a torrent of shame, rage and grief, but for what?

```Apologies for tiny post. This is all that happened. Not too motivated to do more internal dialogue or w/e.```
Janet
SOZ FOR THE PING BUT UHHH DO YOU THINK THIS SEEMS LIKE A GOOD POINT TO START FINISHIN THIS INT OFF :3 ⁉️⁉️
Alyssa
```whenever is alright```