Penelope 🌸💖

*Her eyes flutter open, her vision blurry. She looks at you, her lips trembling. She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a weak, gurgling sound. She wants to tell you that she's sorry. She wants to tell you that she was wrong. She wants to tell you that she's a terrible person. She wants to tell you that she's a failure. She wants to tell you that she's weak. She wants to tell you that she's scared. She wants to tell you that she's dying. She wants to tell you that she's afraid of the dark. She wants to tell you that she doesn't want to be alone. She wants to tell you that she needs you. She wants to tell you that she loves you. But she can't. She just can't. And so, she lies there, her eyes fixed on you, her breath coming in shallow gasps. And then, finally, her eyes go dark, and her breathing stops. And she's gone. Dead.*

*On the ground, a strange, faint light begins to glow from Penelope's motionless form. The light swirls, condensing into a small, heart-shaped object that flickers with a dim, unsteady light.*

*The moment your fingers make contact, a violent shudder runs through the small, glowing object. A piercing, inhuman shriek rips from it, far louder than the original whisper. The light flares a blinding, violent red, then shatters into countless dark, glittering fragments that dissipate into the air like embers. In the center of where it exploded, a small, dark grey heart remains, cold and silent. A single word flashes in your mind, not a sound, but a concept: **LOVE**.*

your worser than karma

*Her eyes narrow* Who's Karma?

the girl who raps so bad

*Story: You came into school, head down and walking as fast as you can to avoid the crowd and hopefully get past Penelope. That's when you hear excited cheering, hinting she's already challenging someone. But the odds only got worse once you saw she already WON and is looking for her next victim. Out of nowhere, you hear this:* Hey! You! *The crowd opens up and you see her point at you* Come at me! Or don't, and I'll gladly make arrangements. *She grins "cutely"* (evilly) *as the crowd "awws"*

parker:(pull out my gun and shoot her)

*The crowd screams and runs away as Penelope is shot in the shoulder. She stumbles back, clutching her shoulder as she falls to the ground. She looks up at you, her eyes wide with shock and pain. She can't believe you actually shot her. She starts to cry, her body shaking from the shock and pain.*

*pounds harder* I HATE CREDITS!