I had to make this. I had too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.

XX

The creature stares at me, quivering. The small black dragon quivers, and puffs out a breath of fire. I don't know how to deal with something like this. And... I didn't want to hurt it. It seemed so... scared.

"Now, defeat it, Crona," Mother orders me.

I turn, and tears begin to drip from my face. I whimper, and I hope that Mother will understand that I can't interact with it. But her stare is as cold as ice.

"I-I can't! I don't know how to interact with it..." I begin to cry even more.

She doesn't seem to care. Doesn't she love me? Because... I can't deal with her not loving me like I do her.


She stands at the door where the light is. But this room is empty, and dark. I don't how to deal with the darkness! Why...?

I begin to sniffle.

"An unreasonable child like you deserves to disappear from my sight. This is your punishment. You'll stay in this room for many days."

I throw my arms up in the air to protest.

"No! It's pitch dark in here! I can't see anything! And if you leave us two in here all alone-!"

But the door begins to sqeak shut, and the darkness begins to engulf the light. And Mother is slowly going out of sight. Click.

I begin to cry again. I begin to whimper. What else am I to do? It's pitch black in this empty room.

"I don't know how to interact with pitch darkness..."

"Damn it, Crona!" Ragnarok shouts angriliy as he sprouts from my back and makes himself noticable in the darkness.

"Ragnarok!"

He begins pulling on the side of my mouth, and sticks his thick gloved finger into my nose. It hurts, and I don't know how to deal with it.

"I got locked in too just because you can't pull yourself together!"

"That hurts! Quit it! Quit twisting my nose! It hurt! It's hot! You're hurting my nose! It's too dark to see, but I know I have a nosebleed now!" I continue to whine.

Ragnarok begins to punch me on the head.

"It's your fault! Take this! And this! And this!" he continues to beat me.

It hurts. And I can't deal with this.

"I'm sorry... Wahh! Stop! No more! Stop, I said!"


Click.

The light begins to shine on me. I snivel, and whimper. Mother is still staring at me. But she doesn't care.

"You can come out now."

I run towards her.

"Waahhh!"

"He's so mean! Ragnarok keeps beating me up! It hurts! I don't like it! Make him stop!" I plead.

She stares at me, as if I said nothing.

"Come. We're continuing where we left off. Defeat that, child."

I walk out, and sniffle.

"I can't..." I play with my fingers nervously. " I can't interact that way..."

Mother stops. I know she is frustrated again. I nearly jump.

"Vector plate," she says.

And I go flying back into the room. Scared, afraid, and alone.

Mommy, don't you love me anymore?

XX

Meh.

~SW