totalnoob

Forgetfulness can be a huge burden. Forgetting your friend's birthday, forgetting your phone, forgetting the day before you drank that bottle and especially forgetting the murderer of your best friend.

Regan, an 18-year-old girl in her final year of high school finally got the chance to reunite with her life-long best friend on a camping trip, and to sum it up, she was ecstatic. Heaven smiled down at her with unearthly warms rays of light, the grass glowed with a healthy vine green color and the sky was a wide expanse of blue. Everything was shrouded in absolute beauty and even the rocky terrain of the entrance to the camping site felt like clouds beneath her feet. It felt like a dream she never wanted to wake from.

Maybe because it was. It's a shame she was only a few hours away from being dragged back to earth by the sirens of an ambulance and police.

Days later, she walks the halls of her school with no recollection of what happened and no scars except for the chilling moment where the lights are switched off and she runs for her life, chased by a monster she didn't even know. In those moments, she's reminded that her blank memory must be rewritten and soon before her nightmares take over.

Spiderweb

"Lunch delivery," Vixen announced after a series of knocking on the door.


"Ah! Give me a second, I'm getting dressed," a voice replied. A series of thumps follow before the door is opened.


The girl looked up to see whoever was visiting and her small lips curled into a bright smile. "VIXEN!!!" she greeted excitedly.


Vixen examined the girl. A small sweater was thrown on top of her visible chest that was protected by a lacy bralette and shorts that matched the color of her sweater.


"You didn't finish dressing up did you?" Vixen sighed, leaning into the girl and covering up her chest with her sweater and ruffling her blond mane before stepping inside and lulling the lunch tray with him.


The girl pat the section Vixen touched with a tiny blush on her face, "I was finished dressing up."


Vixen paused in his tracks and turned back to the girl, reexamining her, "that is your outfit? You're half-dressed."


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