For not spamming F_V. Shenanigans. Some violence/murder may be within.

[apatheticguide]

[ This is a catch-all post of the bracketspam (probably) variety for one White Rabbit in FV. Just... bringing stuff here, or stuff we wanna do that won't clog the main comm, or stuff that's really violent I don't wanna put IN the main comm, or what-have-you. ]

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[bornofhope]

(It becomes impossible to decide which is the more terrifying sensation: the feeling of being eaten alive like this, viciously torn apart chunk by chunk...or the feeling of losing more and more of her sense of being with each bite.

Madoka Kaname, 14 years old. A good girl who never lies. A resident of XXXX, she returned home from traveling abroad with her family, XXXX, XXXX and XXXX. She's best friends with Sayaka Miki, XXXX, XXXX and Homura Akemi. They all attend the same school, XXXX each other with their assignments and live XXXX lives. Such a bright, XXXX life...not the dark, agonizing moment that leaves the girl feelings more and more empty, more towards a blank state of being than a true death.

Her screams begin to weaken, her tears silently trickle, her eyes vacantly stare at whatever's before them. She knows what the ceiling and walls are, but can't bring herself to care about them. How can she care about such little things when she's losing more of herself by the moment? How much of herself even remains?

Her hope remains.)

[worstofall]

[ He is, at least, as fast as he can be with her. It feels somehow vaguely disrespectful not to be, when she has been so kind as to provide him such an opportunity. To drop one right into his lap, worry and hassle-free.

He realizes quickly what parts of her soul he wants nothing to do with, as he progresses. It's fine. And, like most of the meals he's eaten, he can feel much about her afterwards. He learns what she's like. Feels it, even. Tastes it, in an ironic fashion. It doesn't just rot or die, but is repurposed, to empower him, now, instead.

A good child... who never lied. A resident of Mitakihara.

A girl with a heavy burden, something encasing her soul he could not lift but decided to gently eat around. Like bones on a plate. It's fine. Then, the first things his victims always lose are memories. The last things to go... sensations. Touch. Taste. Smell. Hearing. Voice. If souls bled, he'd be covered in blood and so would this area, at this point. Instead, he's just coated in a strange mixture of light, tinted pink by her energies. Not much left. Just a little bit. Almost done. Then he thinks he'll leave whatever is left behind for the one in charge of such things here. ]

Sweet Dreams, Madoka Kaname.

[ The least he can do is use her real name, this final time. It only feels right. ]

[bornofhope]

(So little of the bright, cheerful girl remains after Rabbit has his fill. So much emptiness...ironic, that the pain of it all is the last to go. She's not upset. She's not crying anymore. She's not screaming or flailing or breathing or even blinking at this point. What's left of the young girl is simply left there to metaphorically bleed to death.

What does it mean to bleed? What does it mean to live or die? What does it mean to even think? So little of her remains that even conscious thought is an unknown. She...exists, if it can even be called that. Flowers exist more than the remains of the girl's soul. Madoka lies on the bed motionless, no more capable of life than her corpse across the room. What does it mean to dream? What does it mean to be? Death will eventually take what remains of Madoka Kaname, the girl who always hopes for the best in everyone she meets.

When death arrives, that's exactly what it will find. Hope...that is all that remains.)

[worstofall]

[ The White Rabbit takes a moment to move to her body. He'll have to get rid of it. Only felt proper. He lifts it up into his hands, surprisingly delicate with his touch. He'll carry it out of this place, all the way out the doors, and continue walking. She looked to be merely asleep.

She wasn't.

He carried her all the way to the marsh... until he found a spot he knew would be found by something (or several of them) that were hungry, that wouldn't let her go to waste. He paused, considering. ... He took the ribbons out of her hair, and pocketed them.

If what he suspects is correct... she will return. So, he stuffs them into his pocket. She will be wanting these back, probably. And then, he leaves her body there, and goes to clean up before returning to the boarding house. She would remain there, unaware, incapable of most things. At least her hope would be rewarded.

... He'll just return these to her. ... Won't he? A thank you, to an Alice that was very, VERY helpful. And perhaps a little too gullible. In the meantime, they'll be his evidence--something to rub in Cheshire's face. ]