Primrose1444 + GroundShaker's Fanfiction
MATT: You might be very confused right now. You might be thinking, hey, I thought Primrose was dead and that we just had funeral for her.
MADDIE: WELL PRIMROSE IS BACK, BABY! WOOT WOOT WOOT (does happy dance)
MATT: Well, sort of. Like a ghost, even. Not quite on earth but not quite dead either. Like a sheet of ectoplasm.
MADDIE:Gee, thanks, Matt. Who knows? Maybe I'll haunt you one day with my sheet of ecto-whatever.
MADDIE: CURSE YOU BILL NYE! *raises fist*
The newly-wedded presidents! Oh hoo-don-dickery-day!
MATT: That was not me.
MADDIE: Yes it was.
MATT: Little liar.
MADDIE: LALALALALALA! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!
It bubbles like a hot, thick concoction made by a witch inside me. Whenever he passes by the voice inside me screams "ATTACK HIM!" I clutch at my knife and follow him with deadly eyes, but I stay calm, because I know the consequences.
Him. Of whom was my best friend. Of whom laughed with me. Of whom I trusted.
All of that vanquished like smoke in thin air. All in one day.
Because he killed my family. My life. My hope. And I managed to escape.
But I keep calm when he passes, because my life and everyone else's closer to me are on the line.
People say I'm crazy. Say I'm insane. Believe me, I wish that was true. I wish I could be healed, or set free with my family....
My name is Robyn. I watched my family die by the hands of the President's child, and I have been sent to the asylum.