Disclaimer: I do not own uglydolls. I also do not own the pictures, or the songs.

(This is a uglydolls 2019 fanfic)

(Its, lou-centric)

(Warning there is arguing that might be a bit sensitive to viewers)

(I haven't uglydolls a lot, so forgive if some of the characters are ooc..)

(This takes place after the events of the movie..)

(qwertuno and In13579 and ZaneChan505)

(Hope you enjoy this little fic~😗)

Back

/steɪ/

Verb

1. the rear surface of the human body from the shoulders to the hips.

2. in the opposite direction from the one that one is facing or travelling towards.

Ivy and co. had dropped them off back to Ox's house where they woukd be staying that night. Pipp was a bit confused.

"Why can't I just go to my house?" She questioned. "It's around 20 minutes?.."

Ivy was not in the mood for questions. "Because you can't, okay? Just stay here..."

Pipp wa started a bit, she had never heard Ivy talk that way. What was wrong with her? "Is there something wrong?"

She just turned away. "Nothing, I'll see you soon."

As Ivy and the others walked away, she turned back, her eyes were purple.

"If you want to know what's wrong, come to ours tomorrow afternoon."

Pipp nodded, and Ivy's eyes turned crimson again.

They knocked on the door, and Moxy answered it. Her eyes widened. "Lou? Pipp?"

Said doll eyes narrowed, hers connecting with the other's. "Yes, Pink bitch?"

Her eyes were red tor a split second.

I'm sorry, I coukdn't help myself...

Lou found himself laughing a bit as well.

"What?!"

Pipp found herself angry at Moxy for some reason, she needed to release it. After all, the pink doll refused to help her through the bullying that Pipp received.

Insult her.. A voice purred, it was so familiar? Why was it so familiar? It'll hurt her..

"You heard, Ugly." She replied. "Hypocritical bitch, doesn't even help a broken doll. Now, can we see Ox?"

She returned to her cheerful self, and Moxy spoke again. "Pipp, do you know what you said 2 seconds ago?"

"What do you mean?" She asked. "I literally just asked you if we could see Ox?"

"Moxy's juts tired.." lou intervened. "It's night, after all."

Pipp nodded, that was understandable. Moxy has seemed a bit exhausted in the last few days.

"Hello?"

Pipp beamed, and ran inside. It was Mandy!

"Hi!" She squealed, and Lou came form behind her as she squeezed the life out of Mandy in a hug. "It's so good to see you again!"

"It's really is." Lou put in. "It's been awhile.."

Ox came in and was shocked to see both dolls. "Hey! You realise how long you've been gone?"

"A week?" Pipp asked quietly.

Fucking ironic at how he's asking us.. The voice hissed. We never questioned him when he was gone for all those years...

Lou suddenly felt the anger in his soul again, but it was from someone else. It wasn't from him, it was some kind of fuel to wake up his own feelings of anger?

He squished it down. "So, we were just hanging out with some friends."

"Who?" Mandy asked. "Who are they?"

"Phoenix, Blaze, Absentia, and Ivy!.." Pipp replied cheerfully. "They're great! They never let us be hurt, Lol."

Lou chuckled along with her. "I agree, they're really nice. We had so much fun."

His eyes turned red for a split second.

"And we found this photo!"

Pipp pulled out a piece of paper, and Lou just rolled his eyes. "She insisted to hold onto it, even when we were nearly kill-"

Pipp slammed hand over his mouth. "Nothing!"

She turned to look at him.

Don't tell.. Her eyes told him. We'll be kept from them again...

He nodded, Lou knew what she was on about.

"Y-you hung out with the four?" Ox asked, shock in his tone. "And they were nice?"

"Yep" Lou and Pipp harmonised. "They let us stay at their place, and we had a fun time."

"And they didn't tell you anything?" Mandy asked. "Did they say that they owned their own businesses?"

"Yeah!" Pipp replied. "We were at a cafe once for lunch, we had a good time! Even Arielle came!"

Arielle?.. Mandy thought, shivering. Arielle the bloody rose?...

That was her nickname in the criminal world, Ox had told her all about it. She was one of the more not known criminals, but she was deadly. She removed skin and blood until you were barely alive.

How could you survive without blood though?

Arielle has a way of keeping you alive even if you were nearly dead.

She shivered her again, it had suddenly gotten cold.

Everyone just seemed to ignore it, so she did to.

Lou and Pipp sat down on a sofa, Moxy sat on a chair, and Ox sat next to her on another sofa.

"Can I see the picture?" Ox suddenly asked.

Pipp narrowed her eyes. "Sorry, Ox. But no."

"C'mon, Pipp-"

Lou grabbed her as she went to bite Ox's hand from nearly grabbing the picture.

Ivy chuckled as her teeth nearly went into her hand.

Looks like little ox and Mandy are suspicious along with Moxy, this is going to be a problem..

She was in her mental projection mode, and her physical body was asleep at her house. The other three would kill her if they found out about this.

But Louis needed her, she couldn't deny him. She was selfish and she knew it.

"Louis, now.." She whispered, invisible to the naked eye. "They're getting suspicious.."

She felt a chuckle into her neck where Louis was supposed to be sleeping, it was due to the boredom.

He buried his head into her neck more.

He opened his eyes, and they held sleepiness in them. "Do I have to?"

She wondered why he was so exhausted. "Did you have a nightmare again?"

He froze, it confirmed what she wanted to know. "No, I just feel asleep. I've been bored lately."

He got up, and she looked at him sadly as he manipulated the radio to his advantage.

I wish you would just let me in, Louis.

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(Ivy)
"Come little children, I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows"

Moxy laid one the chair, but Mandy perked you at the song. "This sounds good.."

Ox leaned back, he felt strangely relaxed as the female sang.

Lou and Pipp found her voice enchanting, yet familiar.

(Louis)
"Follow sweet children, I'show thee the way
Through all the pain and the sorrows
Weep not poor children, for life is this way
Murdering beauty and passions"

That voice definitely sounded familiar, but it sounded great harmonising with the females.

Lou leaned against the couch, a secure feeling washing over him. He felt at ease for once.

But he noticed the others getting tired a little.

Ivy watched from the other side of the room, she gave Louis the thumbs up.

"Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree"

His voice got deeper, and his words were chosen carefully.

Every song sang had a purpose, they were never random.

Ivy smiled. "Ox has fallen asleep.."

She floated over to Mandy, and started to sing herself. She fucking smiled.

Louis found himself blushing slightly at the sight. His demonic other was good at being creepy.

(Ivy)
"Hush now dear children, it must be this way
To weary of live and deceptions
Strange things did happend here
No stranger it would be
If we met at midnight in the
Hanging tree
(Into the calm and the quiet)"

Their voices harmonised for a moment for a moment, and Ivy started stroking the already exhausted Mandy's hair.

"Just sleep.." She whispered. "I promise that everything will be better."

She wasn't lying, sleep did make everything better. It made you not aware of your surroundings, it made you seem like you were dead.

Sometimes Ivy craved for death.

Where's the photo?... She thought. Where is it?..

(Ivy and Louis)
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Through all the pain and sorrow?
Strange things did happend here
No stranger it would be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree
(Murdering beauty and passions)"

Pipp found herself drifting off as the lyrics continued their smooth beat.

These singers were good.

She found herself being shaken by Lou, and realised that she had been drifting off. She blinks sleepily.

None of them say anything. Lou got up, and went over to Ox. "Hello?"

Pipp went over to Mandy. "They're not waking up."

(Ivy)
Strange things did happend here,
No stranger it would be
(Weep not poor children, for life is this way)
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree
(Murdering beauty and passions)"

The bit where the lyrics were odd represented Louis singing with her in their haunting lullaby.

They had written this themselves when they were younger. They used to write a couple of songs here and there until they became broken and separated.

Louis smiles as Lou tries to wake the others up. They were under his spell now, they couldn't wake up unless he or Ivy wanted them.

(Ivy and Louis)
"Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where a dead man called out
For his love to flee
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows"

Lou and Pipp couldn't help but yawn as they felt the sensation of sleep coming over them. It was bad that it was night anyway.

Perfect excuse...

Louis smiles at Ivy, she knew to do.

She started to look through draws and cupboards for certain things that would reveal them to the world. They couldn't let that happen.

Louis saw Pipp's eyes dropping, and signalled Ivy to catch her. She obeyed, and carries Pipp back to the couch where she gently placed her down.

Lou stumbled across the wall and out his hand on it trying to steady himself.

(Ivy and Louis)
"Come little children, I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children,
The time's come to play
(Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be)
Here in my garden of shadows
(If we met at midnight in the hanging tree)"

After their deadly lullaby was done, Louis took a breath. He rarely used his energy like that.

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Lou finally gave in, and he collapsed before Louis carried him bridal style back to the sofa.

"Why?"

He was shocked for a second, but responded. "To survive."

Lou's eyes slid shut, he wouldn't remember those last couple of seconds.

"Call Clarice to teleport the photo to me.."

"K, Louis."

Ivy looks at her other, and he came over and hugged her.

"We're going to do kinky shit tonight.." He chuckled. "After all, I owe you a pleasure.."

The phone call to Clarice was awkward after that.

***

Break

/breɪk/

Verb

1. sustain an injury involving the fracture of a bone or bones in a part of the body.

2. an act of separating oneself from a pre-existing state of affairs.

Clarice sat in her dressing room in the building she'd done her show last night. She was taking a well deserved break after the events of a certain day.

Why? Why did I have to do that show? It feels like I can't even sleep now.

She sat and looked in the mirror of her vanity. The mirror showed her reflection, but Clarice dares not look into it. Something inhumane would show if she did.

And I don't want that.

Nobody did. Nobody wanted to see the monster that hid inside of Clarice. The monster buried so deep down that she feared the darkness would release it.

Her show last night proved that Clarice unrestrained herself when she never meant to. Her power intoxicated her, intoxicated her body. Addictive like a drug, she gave into its precious power.

And souls were lost in the process.

Those boys, the dolls, those monsters who bullied Clarice in the past and who deserved EVERY BIT OF PAIN THEY RECEIVED-

Her hands shook and she started to just stare at the desk. Her eyes trained in nothing, but something at the same time. She wanted to break anything.

"Don't think." Clarice whispered, closing her eyes. "I can't think. Don't think of the past. Don't think the past. Don't think of the past."

Panting, she trained her mind to focus on the goal, focus on not going back to a time where she was powerless against her foes and the only way she won was to-

"Stop."

Stop being a monster.

Clarice stood up and kept her eyes closed. She couldn't bare to look at anything within sight. She felt the tears rushing and she blocked them.

Don't feel. You've trained your emotions.

Restraint. She needed to remember restraint. She repressed everything she felt until she was just a shell of what she used to be.

I think I was a good doll. Showing tricks, making their dreams come true, even having a chance at the big world-

Clarice chuckled at the irony. The irony of what could have been. But never will be, of what would happen if she were to ever touch that thing again.

Like the last time. When I touched the portal.

She looked down at her hand. The skin that occupied it had scars and even burns on the tip of her fingers. This hand held her hope when she reached for the portal that day. But there was one incy, wincy problem...

Clarice turned out to be rejected.

Numbness clouded her mind and the doll clenched her fists as she remembered that day. Unlike what dolls thought, she did have a heart. She had emotions, felt like them. Could be hurt like them.

The blue haired doll looked at her room. The space wasn't that bad, Clarice came to think of it as a second home. A getaway from stress.

Or as they say, my home away from home.

She sighed, and waved her hands to bring her brush over. She stretched, and took it from her aura.

Her dressing room had white walls, a plain white dresser, a mirror (she would get to that later), a cushioned sofa, a tv, and a chair that she could sit on.

Her table seemed to stand out the most. It was brown, but it had cards, talismans, and a crystal ball on it (no, she wasn't the cliche psychic, a friend had bought her it). It had all sorts of things.

The room really did seem like her home away from home-

CLARICE~

Oh, bollocks.

She didn't know where the word had come from and didn't want to question it. It always seemed to have consequences when she did. Every single time.

She hated this voice. His voice. The voice of someone she tried to repress everytime. One weakness haunted her life. She hated it so much.

Emotions.

He could use them against her. Make her feel anger, sadness, desperation, depression, etc. There was one thing they had in common.

They all weren't positive.

What do you want now?

Just to...talk. Is it that hard to believe?

"Yes." Clarice replied out loud. "You always want something. I'm out now, Samael."

She spat that name with disgust. They worked as a team in a way. Samael have her the confidence and she did the shows. They needed each other.

She felt sick from that.

I know. I just wanted to know how you were. You sound...distressed. Is it the past again?

He sounded concerned and Clarice felt a little warm inside. Dolls rarely have a damn about her and she hated to admit she wanted this more often.

"Probably." She shrugged, folding her arms. "I just keep thinking of them. Before we became famous."

DON'T THINK ABOUT THEN!

Clarice froze as the anger seemed into her. Samael could be kind (what the hell was she thinking to say that?) and caring. Or he could the literal devil.

Take the words literal into account.

I can be if you want.

Fucking asshole.

Then, the urge came. Clarice looked at her staff. The thing glimmered and called to her. She found herself walking towards it and taking it into her hands.

Practice.

She found herself obeying his command.

Clarice's aura was darker than she remembered, but that was only due to the literal monster inside her that she had for the past few years.

She breathed, and summoned fire out of green flames. It swirled around here, and she used her hands to control its movements.

But it seemed to protest against it.

It was a battle of dominance between her and the darkness.

Game on..

She used her hands to split up the flames, but it built itself together. She growled, claws extending for a second.

Control it.. His voice whispered. Or it'll control you..

She nodded, and made the fire swirl around her body so close, that she thought it would burn.

It obeyed. She swirled it around the room, and it made its way along the wall until it seemed to attached itself to it.

She summoned water them, and she moved both hands to control the elements to make them dance.

It was beautiful.

Clarice lost herself in the power of her one magic. It managed to make her feel powerful beyond logic. It made her want to kill dolls-

Wait, what?

She suddenly stopped and Clarice clutched her head. She hated that factory so much. Hated everything in her path. Hated life in general.

Hated her very own soul.

Self hate filled Clarice in a daily basis. Every word a dolls said translated into insults for her. She wasn't used to compliments.

And yet we deserve them.

Her mind had this strange ability to block them out. She would only hear the insults, like she wasn't meant to have any positive attention.

And yet I can't hear them.

Clarice suddenly laughed. A little laugh. A giggle as one would say. She found this funny in a way.

"Monster!" The doll shouted, shoving her down. "I can't believe you exist!"

She was on the ground and curled into herself, Clarice suddenly got attacked by dolls after a show. It seemed like they just hated her.

"Please!" She begged, feeling blow after blow. "Stop! What did I ever do to you?!"

They were doing this in private. Clarice's mood soured and she was crying. Tears streamed down her face and she suddenly growled.

Let me take over.

Clarice gasped as someone hit her side. She whimpered and tried to crawl away, but she didn't succeed. A blow to the head made her scream.

"STOP IT!"

Her voice mixed with something else. She closed her eyes for a second as the second to last blow came.

"Now you'll die, freak."

Clarice opened her eyes to see the metal pipe swinging down on her. She suddenly stood up and blocked it with her hand.

When the attacker and her made eye contact, they were instantly afraid. Coloured eyes stared at them.

But they weren't purple.

Black eyes stared with a nasty grin. She...He chuckled and threw them back. Eyes glared and he suddenly laughed.

"Geez, I'm asleep for an hour and she gets in trouble." Samael cackled and walked over. "I may share this female body, but it doesn't mean I ain't sentient."

The voice sounded deeper, male like. A voice of a demon. An entity that wasn't supposed to exist.

"Now." Clarice's body suddenly summoned her staff by her side. "Clarice may hold back when using magic to harm others. But I am not as...friendly."

BANG!

Samael slammed it down and his back eyes shined for a second. An energy force suddenly went around the institute of perfection.

"Remember, Clarice. Remember this saying."

Samael looked at the now lifeless bodies of the two dolls who attacked her. Two souls were in their hands and the spirits banged against it to see them free.

Like they ever would. A ghost of a smile appeared.

"A magician never reveals their tricks."

Her eyes opened and Clarice found herself standing somewhere she didn't know. She got confused for a second before looking around.

"What happened?"

It felt like she had been asleep. The last thing she remembered was standing laughing and then everything went dark.

Easy. I TOOK CONTROL.

She froze and felt time freeze. Clarice looked at her hands which had souls in them. Dolls screamed inside to be let free. But there was one problem.

Clarice didn't care about them.

"If this were my past self." She told the spirits. "I would at least try to fight the will, but things come at a cost. And to continue being powerful, I need this."

Her powers and the magician inside crooned and clawed at her mind. All they said was feed, feed, feed, FEED, FEED!-

Clarice screamed.

She hated this, wanted to turn everything to ash. Her hand lit up and she started firing her magic everywhere.

"WHY DO I EXIST?!"

Her fire landed on the wall.

"WHAT IS MY PURPOSE?!"

She made the water and fire mix to form something.

"WHEN CAN I LEAVE?!"

Her eyes opened and she felt the tears leaking. She kneel down into her knees and clutched the ground. She looked into the reflection of the puddle of water.

"....Am I really a monster?"

She looked at herself again. The pathetic version of Clarice, her normal half stared back. Hugging herself and crying, tears leaking and glazed eyes.

I hate you.

I know.

Samael tormented her life without restraint. He loved to make her do these things, make her like using her powers. She hated them.

She always would. Then, the phone rang. Clarice turned around with an irritated face. She picked it up and answered.

"Hello?"

Her eyes widened and she growled.

"GO AWAY!"

"Clarice-"

She hung up immediately.

***

Unexpected

/ʌnɪkˈspɛktɪd,ʌnɛkˈspɛktɪd/

Adjective

1. not expected; unforeseen; surprising: an unexpected pleasure; an unexpected development.

2. not expected or regarded as likely to happen.

Lots of things happened this month. Loads of bloody things. Unexpected things. Things that anyone couldn't remember as they had woke up quiet a bit ago.

Pipp walked with him. They decided when they woke up form their (strange) nap that it was a good time as Ox seemed a little overprotective for their tastes.

"Lou?" Pipp asked, skipping along a path. "Are we being a little harsh?"

Lou and Pipp weren't at any place for the moment, it was more like wondering until they found somewhere suitable to sit and eat.

"I don't think so." He shrugged, looking down. "Ox is a bit....brotherly. Like we truly know each other. I feel like he can't be trusted through."

I wonder why.

Lou's head raised up and his eyes widened. The voice always had the habit of interfering at the weirdest moments. This was one of them.

What?

Ask the bunny about your little truth. He might be able to say about the secret that he's been keeping from you.

Lou could hear Pipp saying something, but the voice blocked her out as he focused talking to it. He was sick of all these riddle and wanted an answer.

Why do you hate Ox so much? What did he do to you?

The voice didn't answer, but Lou heard him making it up as he went along. He wanted one now.

Why?

Because he did something that cannot be forgiven!

What did he do?

...He lit a fire and someone else got burned.

Lou froze then. Ox had set a fire somewhere. That was a decent reason though, if someone got burned-

Not literally, idiot. It's an expression.

So, the voice admitted to something. At least it didn't try to make him sleep as usual. He always found himself somewhere he wasn't before.

What's the actual reason?

The voice then disappeared and Lou rolled his eyes.

Sulky thing-

"LOU!"

He jumped and looked down at Pipp who had waved to get his attention. She appeared angry, but kept up her usual cheerful face.

"What?" He asked, cursing the voice. "Did you say anything?"

"Yeah." Pipp replied, smiling. "I asked if you wanted to go somewhere. I'm kinda bored right now."

"Sure." He told her, not realising where she wanted to go. "Which way and location?"

"A club!" Pipp jumped up and down. "I've heard a magician practices real magic there off my friend. I want to see if it's actually real."

She spat the word with a hint of disgust. Pipp hated liars and fake's. If she discovered one, then she cut herself off and they never spoke again.

"Uhh...sure." Lou didn't want to upset Pipp, he didn't believe in magic though. "Where is this place?"

How do you not know?

Shut up.

"Further into town." Pipp grinned. "But it's only a walk. Can you handle the walk, Mr.Perfect?"

He just smiled. "Yes, I can-"

"SHE'S HERE!"

But then they stopped, they saw a doll rushing past them as well as multiple dolls running. Lou and Pipp stared at each other before looking back.

Pipp hummed. "What's going on?"

Lou shrugged, he looked over his shoulder to see a group of dolls gathered around in a crowd. It didn't help matters. He found himself growing irritated.

What's going on?

You tell me.

Lou approached a doll with Pipp walking behind him. She started by his side and looked a little nervous. He didn't want to guess why.

He tapped a doll's shoulder and they turned around to see the blonde. He asked the question then.

"What's going on?"

"Shut up."

The dolls huffed and turned around. Lou didn't like that, he felt irritation and found himself grabbing his shoulder more roughly.

"WHAT'S GOING ON?!"

His eyes has a red tint and the stronger seemed terrified. He cleared his throat and spoke nervously.

"T-there's a magic show."

Lou huffed and shoved him away. "Thank you."

He turned around and Pipp looked a little hit fearful. Her eyes were widened and she was shuffling to about his gaze. He grew concerned.

"What is it?"

"Your eyes." She whispered shyly, frowning. "They were red."

Red? He thought, narrowing his eyes. I know I blacked out for a moment. Why did I have red eyes?

Nevermind that.

Lou grew more concerned and was about to ask more questions when Pipp shushed him. She actually grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the crowd.

"Shush. I think she's about to start."

Lou rolled his eyes, he looked around to see exactly had the idea of performing over here. He did not expect to see what he saw.

The magician had dark copper skin that showed off her complexion, her hair made it to mid length down her back until it reached at least half way, her eyes were purple and they seemed like they coukd glow in the dark.

Her half-face mask was completely black except for the eye which showed the purple bit. It seemed to curl up permanently in a grin that made dolls stare at it.

She wore a dark blue jacket with a zip open in the middle. The colour also had purple streaks there as if she had painted over something else.

Her top reached down to her stomach and held the colour of bright green. It had a symbol of an angel's wings crossing with a devil's.

Odd choice.

Her pants were brought black. The colour didn't match with the others, but he would keep his opinion to himself. She also had white trainers with red streaks.

"Hey everybody!" She called out cheerfully. "I hope your ready for a magical time! Your about to see something extra...special."

Her tone glitched and Pipp stepped back a little. She suddenly felt unsafe but didn't say anything. She didn't want to seem more like a dumb doll than everyone say her.

And that's saying something. Emma's gonna come by soon. I don't want to see her now.

She took a breath and kept looking. Lou seemed interested to see what she was just capable of. But he wondered what her name was as well.

"And to those who don't know me, my name is Clarice. Just call me that."

He silently thanked her for answering the question.

Clarice looked at the crowd she was performing to. It seemed like she might have to do simpler show. She didn't want to risk making doll shove her down attempt to attack her again.

So, you going to do it? The simpler show. Samael spat with disgust. I can take over if you want? You know I'd love to get to know our audience.

Not yet, Samael. Just not now. Trust me.

Whatever the hell you say, SISTER.

The day I'm related to you is the day you no longer exist, so I will never be your sister. A-Boom.

....

Got you there, asshole.

The magician had done multiple shows whether booked or just at random. She earned her money, but Clarice needed to get by.

Even if she exhausted herself to the point of nothing.

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"Who's in the shadows?
Who's ready to play?"

Clarice closed her eyes as she focused the magic. It called, flowed, begged. And she granted its wishes by setting to free.

She summoned something that made everything seem like hell. She didn't know what, but Samael knew.

She summoned the man and woman of sadness.

"Are we the hunters?
Or are we the prey?"

Lou and Pipp watched the woman sing. She someone white and devil flames out of her hands and they made actual dolls.

"Woah..." Pipp whispered. "Just woah.."

They danced together. They put their arms around each other and just started to dance in sync. But their colours represented something else.

How the devil and angel couldn't be together. A story being told. Something to share. Something true. A story being told in a magical way.

Clarice made the couple dance and she found herself dancing as well. With Samael. In their mind, they were in sync. Holding, grasping, needing each other.

In sync.

"There's no surrender
And there's no escape"

The duo just stared. Smoke came out of Clarice's hands and formed a heart. She launched it and the red flames split into two hearts. Her eyes opened to reveal white orbs. Not her normal ones.

"Happiness is for fools."

The man and woman suddenly split apart and looked tormented. Trapped in their own personal hells. Seperated and they moved with their arms reaching for each other. Clarice grinned.

"Not all of us can be in love and avoid heartbreak."

Are we the hunters?
Or are we the prey?

Oddly, singing made Clarice calm. Like she was in tune with her magic. It wasn't constantly trying to make her lose control. She controlled it, not the other way around. Never that way around.

"Want more?"

Not a question, she launched flames into the air and they circled around her. They formed a shape of a broken heart and a single tear dropped down Clarice's cheek.

We will never love.

Thoughts in sync, their arms moved and the flames did as well. The man and woman screamed as they seemed to get burned. Real pain echoed in Clarice.

She wasn't aware of her own screams.

"This is a wild game of survival"

That line was said with sadness. The woman and man seemed to pray to God. Like he was the only diety they had left. Clarice raised her hands and the paid got up. It seemed to make them dance.

But a different view came.

Their expressions expressed sadness, desperation, anger, rage. They didn't truly love each other, the love was forced, something to doubt. She viewed it as an object that only protected the naive.

Clarice raised her head and her eyes were black. Not purple. The smirk on her face didn't match the excited one from earlier. Another entity was in control.

Lou could just tell.

"Hey." Pipp tugged at his pants. "Why is she looking at us?"

In her place, Clsrice felt her vision blackening. She coukd sense Samael wanting to come out, she couldn't stop him. She was just too tired.

And he took advantage of that.

Sleep, Clarice.

Please, no.

Her magic kept in the air, but the magician knew she woukdn't last long. She needed to get out of here, she needed to-

SLEEP.

A command. A subtle note that her mind agreed to. She coukdn't handle the stress of having Samael and just today in general. She made her mistake then.

I'm sorry.

Clarice fell asleep. Therefore, Samael took control.

Finally, she's asleep in her own mind. She needs it.

Samael may have ruined her life, but he did still care for to an extent. He couldnt let her die or lose control or they would both slip into insanity.

He looked down and froze. Two dolls stood out.

Lou and the mouse? Isn't her name, Pipp? Heard she gets bullied a LOT.

He snickered at the prospect at someone else suffering-

Oh, what the hell can I say? I'm a man who is a personality of a woman and I share a female body with her. To say that the bullying WE suffered from our early life isn't like Pipp's would mean I'm a hypocrite.

Samael hummed and smiled, but frowned-

Oh, feck it. I am a hypocrite.

He chuckled and floated down to Lou and Pipp.

"What are you?"

"A nightmare and this."

Samael used Clarice's powers to teleport them back to her room. Her dressing room to be exact. He smiled as he finally got to do what she always did.

"Now?"

Lou and Pipp found themselves tied up with rope on a chair. Their hands were binded as well as their legs. Pipp squeaked so he just added more tape to her mouth.

He hummed as he started to prepare for the usual ritual. He turned to Lou and Pipp who realized their mistake for coming to their show. Their souls looked so good. He smiled and turned around to face them.

Samael may have been in control, but Lou and Pipp only saw him as Clarice.

He shattered that illusion with these words.

"Clarice is asleep right now, but it's always good to meet the new souls."

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