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WARNING: The following story is a sequel and contains massive spoilers for the PewDiePie fanfiction Kamapua'a. If possible please read the original story first before reading this one.

~~~~~

Porcelette had never liked the rain much. The sounds of the thunder scared her, the way it made the old castle she called home shake and rumble terrified her, and her father would always have a somber expression when it rained.

She liked how the rain provided drinkable water though, and she liked how the rain helped the plants she liked to grow prosper. However, she still had the recurring nightmare of the rain being heavy enough to flood into a room where she couldn't escape, and fill up the room until she drowned in the water.

The adults thought her fear was silly, so she tried to keep it to herself, but they knew. She was never very good at hiding her emotions.

It woke her up early today, she always had a hard time staying asleep when she heard the pitter patter of the raindrops outside her room. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, sitting up and looking towards her window. It was already starting to beat down heavily. She sighed, knowing that today wasn't going to be easy with it in the background. She reached for her bedside table, picking up an old hairbrush made from the hair of some animal that she didn't know about, though she swore she recognized the smell from somewhere, as well as the slightly worn bandage strip she used to keep her hair tied in a low ponytail.

As she brushed her hair, she heard the sound of a distinct door, the one that belonged to her father's room, opening and closing, and then the sound of gold shoes against the wooden floor of the hallway. She knew why he was awake so early too. She tied her hair and left her room, still wearing the white and blue nightgown that she was already starting to grow out of. Apparently she was going to grow pretty tall, and pretty fast. A lot of pigs did, all except one.

She saw her dad sitting in the living area, rubbing his face and muttering to himself. Porcelette approached, murmuring a small good morning to him before placing her hand on his shoulder. He seemed to ease up when he noticed his daughter's presence.

"Good morning Porcelette." He placed his hand over hers, and looked up at her with a gentle smile.

"Did you dream about him again?" Porcelette asked. This question made her dad frown again, and he held her hand tightly.

"That's nothing for you to worry about Porcelette. You shouldn't have to be concerned with that."

In other words, yes. He did dream about him. It always happened with the rain. It reminded him of her birth father, "Piggeh" they said his name was. She never knew why though.

"Anyway, we should have gotten some good water from the rain already." Stephano said, getting up and opening the window. With some tools and determination the adults had managed to create a hook attached to one of the windows to hang up kettles and pots to catch rainwater. It wasn't always perfect, sometimes the rain beat down too hard and the pot would fall off. Sometimes bugs would take residence in the pots and infest it with all kinds of gross things that it became safer to dump out any water in it rather than attempt to boil it clean. Quite a few times the hook even broke off and it all went plummetting down to the ground, and they were quite a few stories up. However it was definitely much better than just leaving it on the window sill and hoping it didn't get knocked over.

Stephano pulled everything off their hooks one at a time, being careful not to spill the contents and setting it all carefully on the table. As Porcelette watched she noticed one was something she hadn't seen been used before. It was a fairly long pitcher that was white and had a few pink hibiscuses painted on it. Her favorite flower. Stephano looked over, and noticing her eyes on the vase smiled.

"I found this a few days ago when I was out searching for supplies, and I thought you would like your own to get water for your flowers. I asked Mr. Chair to paint on the hibiscuses. He's a bit better at that." Stephano explained, and Porcelette felt a big smile form on her face. She had usually had to only get a small cup of water for them to preserve the water needed for drinking, something which she totally understood but was disappointed by nonetheless. "Use it wisely, alright?"

"Of course! Thank you dad!" Porcelette said, hugging her father.

"You're welcome Porcelette."

Porcelette heard a few heavy footsteps and looked to see another one of the adults entering the room, pulling long messy blond hair into a half ponytail, the rest of it left to hang loosely around his face, which had a bit of a stubble beard growing on it.

"Mayo, easy with how you're walking. I just brought in the water. I'd prefer you don't knock it over via gravity." Stephano scolded him, pulling away from the hug.

"Ah sorry Steph, I'm still a bit half asleep." The younger man laughed, then looked to Porcelette. "Ah, hey Porcy! How are you this morning?"

Mayo had only been a little younger than her now when Porcelette was born, and had been a student of Stephano in fighting, so growing up they had always been pretty close, with Mayo acting as a cool older kid role model for her. Now he was reaching his thirties and had become a bit more well known in the Bro Army as a strong fighter, though many in the older generation would still bring up how cute he was as a kid.

"I'm good." She responded.

"And you Steph?" Mayo asked. Porcelette knew this wasn't just a normal greeting. He knew very well how rain affected them both when it fell. It was him checking on them.

"I'm doing alright Mayo. Thank you." Stephano said then turned his attention back to his duties.

"So are you going to go visit Maggie today?" Mayo asked.

"No, I actually have some gardening work to do today, maybe I'll visit her later though." Porcelette said, happily picking up the vase her dad gave her, carefully carrying it to her room.

"I see, well have fun kid!"

~~~~~

The pounding sound of rain...

The screeching sound of his blade scratching against claws...

Those horrible sounds were ones he heard back then...

They were sounds that did not need to be repeated that day.

It looked harmless on the surface, everyone had woken up and starting working on their daily activities. Mayo had decided to sharpen up his blade, grabbing some rocks he had gathered the other day.

He had underestimated how badly Stephano would react to the sound of him scraping the blade against the rocks.

How it would replicate the sound of a sword against Piggeh's long claws.

~~~~~

Porcelette was tending to a plant, when she suddenly heard a startled yell from the other room and the sound of something shattering, then the sounds of everyone rushing to comfort her father.

Becoming worried, Porcelette hurried over to the door and looked into the living room.

"I'm sorry Stephano, I didn't mean to scare you!" Mayo apologized profusely, something he did apparently set him off.

Her dad often got memories of something bad from the past, and would get sent into a fit of panic and hyperventilation.

"It's okay, Stephano, breathe..." Mr. Chair tried to calm him down, helping him get control of his breathing.

"I'm so sorry Piggeh..." Stephano muttered, clearly trying to hold back tears.

It was always about her dad, no one ever told her what happened to him other than that he was dead, and probably because her father had bad reactions to remembering how he died. And frankly, she didn't want to ask.

"Stephano, it's alright." Mayo said, placing a hand on his shoulder, a big mistake. "It's over now-"

"How can it ever be over with his daughter around?!"

That... That part was new. Everything else, Porcelette had witnessed before. The panic, the crying, everyone trying to calm him down. He eventually would once something set him off. But never had he brought Porcelette into this.

And as soon as he said that, Stephano had made eye contact with the young pig watching from her doorway. Large brown eyes wide and tearing up.

"P-Porcy, I didn't- I didn't mean to say that- I- Oh god, I'm so sorry..." Stephano said, starting to panic a bit from something new.

"I-It's okay dad, just take a minute to calm down." Porcelette tried to stay composed, and even smiled, but inside, something in her had shattered. Was she the reason her father had a hard time getting over what happened? It made sense. She was his daughter, and she had been told a few times that she looked like her birth dad, and even inherited his old shirt. Of course he would constantly have to confront the memory after the tragedy.

Mayo started pushing Stephano to his room, continuing to try and help him calm down. Mr. Chair however came over to her.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that Porcelette. But Stephano was just in a panic. I know he doesn't think that way."

"It's fine, I know how this works. I-It just took me off guard. Go help him, I'll be fine." Porcelette said and shut the door. She backed away from it and onto her bed before letting her tears out, trying to stay silent and not alert the man who was just outside of her door.

~~~~~

Porcelette awoke to the sound of the door opening and gold shoes against the ground. It was her dad.

"Porcelette? Are you awake?" He said softly, voice hoarse.

"Yeah, I'm awake." Porcelette tried to hide the sound of her own hoarse voice and sat up.

Stephano came over and sat next to her, taking a deep breath before continuing to talk.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." Stephano said, placing a hand on hers. "I love you more than anything, and I can't bear to think that I even thought to say that."

"It's okay dad, but... Can I ask you an honest question?" Porcelette asked.

"What is it?" Stephano had a feeling he already knew.

"Do I actually keep you from moving on?"

Stephano paused for a moment, taking a moment to form his words carefully.

"In a way, yes. Sometimes just knowing who your birth father is brings me back to that damned day. But, that doesn't mean I don't want you. Being able to raise you and see the amazing person you've become has been the best thing that's ever happened to me, and honestly, I think if I didn't have you after your father's death, it would have been much worse for me. And I'd be much more worried about what would have happened to you if I didn't adopt you."

Porcelette was a bit shocked at the honesty, but also grateful. And she also got it. She was 15, she was old enough to know what her father was actually thinking.

"I just want you to know Porcelette, my problems are my own, you aren't responsible for them and I shouldn't have to drag you into them. I won't let something like today happen again, I promise." Stephano said, leaning in to hug his daughter.

"Alright dad..." Porcelette said, allowing the hug and wrapping her arms around him.

"Anyway, dinner will be ready soon." Stephano pulled away from the hug and got up. "I'll see you again then."

"Got it." Porcelette nodded and smiled, her father smiled back and left the room. Once he did, Porcelette's smile vanished.

She was 15, Stephano had been able to spend that many years with her. He said raising her was the best thing that could have happened to him, but now after 15 years he was still unable to move on from her birth father's death. He had said that he would have been more worried about what would have happened to her if he hadn't adopted her, but now she had friends who could take over now.

That writer friend of hers, Maggie? She'd probably be willing to let her come stay with her. It might take a bit to convince her parents, but that was certainly an option.

And if she couldn't find anyone, she was 15. She could take care of herself now.

So after an awkward dinner and after everyone went to sleep, Porcelette packed her things and put on her father's old shirt, a pair of white poofy shorts, some brown tights, and some black boots. She looked out her door carefully for signs of anyone awake and quietly moved to the door, looking around for signs of anyone coming to stop her.

She reached for the doorknob and turned it, looking behind her one last time, and seeing no one, she left and hurried down the hall. She heard the sound of one of the monsters, but that didn't deter her. She stayed quiet and moved through the halls as undetected as she could be. She reached the stairs and descended further down.

Further away from the father she wanted to protect from the past.

~~~~~

The next morning, the rain had stopped and the sun was bright.

Porcelette had gotten tired before she could reach her friend's area of the castle, and took temporary refuge in one of the castle's many vacant bedrooms. She woke up rubbing her eyes, brushing her hair and tying it into a ponytail as usual, and realized something important.

This was a mistake.

Her father will be scared to death when he opens her door and finds that she isn't there. He already lost her birth dad, he doesn't need to be panicking about what happened to her. If she wanted time away from him, she could have just asked to go stay with her friends for awhile.

She let her emotions get the best of her and made a spur of the moment decision to run away.

She looked to the window, seeing that it was still pretty early. Maybe if she was fast enough she could get home before they've even realized she's gone.

She got out of bed and put on her boots, and went to leave the room only to hear a few voices. She leaned against the door and listened. There were two girls talking, but three pairs of footsteps. She couldn't make out what they were talking about yet, but they seemed to be joking about something, with a few spurts of laughter here and there.

"And I said to him, if Gift's dad was still around, you would not feel comfortable bossing us around like that. And he had such an angry look on his face- Sorry, I know you don't know what that is- But he was pissed."

The moment Porcelette was finally able to make out words, she realized something important. They were getting closer. However for a moment she was distracted by the mentions of "if Gift's dad was still around." So this "Gift" had a dead dad too?

Before she could hide, the door swung into her face, making her yell out in pain and fall onto her back.

"Huh? Who's this?"

Porcelette looked above her to see what looked to be three girls. One was looking at her puzzled, and for the most part appeared in all whites and greys.

She had long silver hair in pigtails, silver eyes, pale skin, and wore a tight dress with rolled up long sleeves and knit socks in the same silver, a long open button down dress in grey, a necklace with a Venus charm made of stone, some leather boots and a belt bag, and most peculiar, had another leather belt that had a holder for a syringe filled with blue liquid, and another leather syringe holder on her arm with green liquid inside of that one. She recognized them to be Sanity Potion and Laudanum respectively.

The other girl looked a bit older than her. She had brown skin and dark hair held in a messy ponytail by a black ribbon. She wore an elegant brown dress with black strings decorating it, some black opera gloves and a choker, and had black ballerina flats with one leg having long black ribbons circling it. Her eyes were gray, and lacked pupils, she didn't really seem to be looking anywhere and mainly seemed to only be listening. It was clear she was blind.

The last girl was behind both of them. She was the most odd looking out of the bunch. Porcelette actually wasn't sure if she was even a girl, the only thing indicating it was her white and green polka dotted dress that seemed to be a sweater at the top and long green hair beneath a white and green mushroom cap hat. Her body was covered in white mushrooms with green dots, a patch even covering her left eye, the other one being green like her hair, and having a white pupil that almost seemed to glow. Her right hand and arm was covered by some kind of green fungus that almost formed into some kind of armor. And covering her mouth was what looked to be a cloth white sick mask.

"U-Umm, I'm Porcelette. I'm Stephano's daughter?" Porcelette said.

"Stephano?" The girl in brown asked, and the girl in green and white moved around to get a closer look.

"Y-Yeah, you probably know him, right?" Porcelette asked.

"Oh yes, we do. I'm so sorry you had to meet us like this." The girl in grey moved closer and held out her hand to help her up. "I'm Botelle. That one's Violina, and that's Gift."

Botelle gestured to the dark brunette and the odd looking girl respectively. A bottle, a violin, and a mushroom. She hadn't met items like them before and it was pretty exciting. And they seemed to be friendly.

"It's nice to meet you." Porcelette took Botelle's hand and got up. "Don't worry about the door thing. I got a bit distracted by something. I'm actually just on my way home."

Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Gift walking past her, but brushed it off as her going to take a look around the room for supplies.

"Oh yeah, we're just heading home too. In fact, you should come with us." Botelle suggested with a friendly smile.

"No, I couldn't. I really have to head home, I didn't tell my dad- AGH!" Porcelette cried out as she felt something jab her, quickly turning around and elbowing whatever was behind her, hitting a syringe holding Gift. The syringe was empty, and Porcelette had a newly punctured small hole in her arm above a vein.

"Again, I'm sorry we had to meet this way." Botelle said then looked to Violina. "Vio, you need to carry her, we found our test subject."

"Okay."

Porcelette tried to make a run for it, not bothering to stay and ask questions, but felt herself lose balance and fall to the ground again thanks to whatever was injected into her.

She could see Botelle and Gift moving to help Violina pick her up, and then everything faded to black.

Description
WARNING: The following story is a sequel and contains massive spoilers for the PewDiePie fanfiction Kamapua'a. If possible please read the original story first before reading this one.

~~~~~

Porcelette had never liked the rain much. The sounds of the thunder scared her, the way it made the old castle she called home shake and rumble terrified her, and her father would always have a somber expression when it rained.

She liked how the rain provided drinkable water though, and she liked how the rain helped the plants she liked to grow prosper. However, she still had the recurring nightmare of the rain being heavy enough to flood into a room where she couldn't escape, and fill up the room until she drowned in the water.

The adults thought her fear was silly, so she tried to keep it to herself, but they knew. She was never very good at hiding her emotions.

It woke her up early today, she always had a hard time staying asleep when she heard the pitter patter of the raindrops outside her room. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, sitting up and looking towards her window. It was already starting to beat down heavily. She sighed, knowing that today wasn't going to be easy with it in the background. She reached for her bedside table, picking up an old hairbrush made from the hair of some animal that she didn't know about, though she swore she recognized the smell from somewhere, as well as the slightly worn bandage strip she used to keep her hair tied in a low ponytail.

As she brushed her hair, she heard the sound of a distinct door, the one that belonged to her father's room, opening and closing, and then the sound of gold shoes against the wooden floor of the hallway. She knew why he was awake so early too. She tied her hair and left her room, still wearing the white and blue nightgown that she was already starting to grow out of. Apparently she was going to grow pretty tall, and pretty fast. A lot of pigs did, all except one.

She saw her dad sitting in the living area, rubbing his face and muttering to himself. Porcelette approached, murmuring a small good morning to him before placing her hand on his shoulder. He seemed to ease up when he noticed his daughter's presence.

"Good morning Porcelette." He placed his hand over hers, and looked up at her with a gentle smile.

"Did you dream about him again?" Porcelette asked. This question made her dad frown again, and he held her hand tightly.

"That's nothing for you to worry about Porcelette. You shouldn't have to be concerned with that."

In other words, yes. He did dream about him. It always happened with the rain. It reminded him of her birth father, "Piggeh" they said his name was. She never knew why though.

"Anyway, we should have gotten some good water from the rain already." Stephano said, getting up and opening the window. With some tools and determination the adults had managed to create a hook attached to one of the windows to hang up kettles and pots to catch rainwater. It wasn't always perfect, sometimes the rain beat down too hard and the pot would fall off. Sometimes bugs would take residence in the pots and infest it with all kinds of gross things that it became safer to dump out any water in it rather than attempt to boil it clean. Quite a few times the hook even broke off and it all went plummetting down to the ground, and they were quite a few stories up. However it was definitely much better than just leaving it on the window sill and hoping it didn't get knocked over.

Stephano pulled everything off their hooks one at a time, being careful not to spill the contents and setting it all carefully on the table. As Porcelette watched she noticed one was something she hadn't seen been used before. It was a fairly long pitcher that was white and had a few pink hibiscuses painted on it. Her favorite flower. Stephano looked over, and noticing her eyes on the vase smiled.

"I found this a few days ago when I was out searching for supplies, and I thought you would like your own to get water for your flowers. I asked Mr. Chair to paint on the hibiscuses. He's a bit better at that." Stephano explained, and Porcelette felt a big smile form on her face. She had usually had to only get a small cup of water for them to preserve the water needed for drinking, something which she totally understood but was disappointed by nonetheless. "Use it wisely, alright?"

"Of course! Thank you dad!" Porcelette said, hugging her father.

"You're welcome Porcelette."

Porcelette heard a few heavy footsteps and looked to see another one of the adults entering the room, pulling long messy blond hair into a half ponytail, the rest of it left to hang loosely around his face, which had a bit of a stubble beard growing on it.

"Mayo, easy with how you're walking. I just brought in the water. I'd prefer you don't knock it over via gravity." Stephano scolded him, pulling away from the hug.

"Ah sorry Steph, I'm still a bit half asleep." The younger man laughed, then looked to Porcelette. "Ah, hey Porcy! How are you this morning?"

Mayo had only been a little younger than her now when Porcelette was born, and had been a student of Stephano in fighting, so growing up they had always been pretty close, with Mayo acting as a cool older kid role model for her. Now he was reaching his thirties and had become a bit more well known in the Bro Army as a strong fighter, though many in the older generation would still bring up how cute he was as a kid.

"I'm good." She responded.

"And you Steph?" Mayo asked. Porcelette knew this wasn't just a normal greeting. He knew very well how rain affected them both when it fell. It was him checking on them.

"I'm doing alright Mayo. Thank you." Stephano said then turned his attention back to his duties.

"So are you going to go visit Maggie today?" Mayo asked.

"No, I actually have some gardening work to do today, maybe I'll visit her later though." Porcelette said, happily picking up the vase her dad gave her, carefully carrying it to her room.

"I see, well have fun kid!"

~~~~~

The pounding sound of rain...

The screeching sound of his blade scratching against claws...

Those horrible sounds were ones he heard back then...

They were sounds that did not need to be repeated that day.

It looked harmless on the surface, everyone had woken up and starting working on their daily activities. Mayo had decided to sharpen up his blade, grabbing some rocks he had gathered the other day.

He had underestimated how badly Stephano would react to the sound of him scraping the blade against the rocks.

How it would replicate the sound of a sword against Piggeh's long claws.

~~~~~

Porcelette was tending to a plant, when she suddenly heard a startled yell from the other room and the sound of something shattering, then the sounds of everyone rushing to comfort her father.

Becoming worried, Porcelette hurried over to the door and looked into the living room.

"I'm sorry Stephano, I didn't mean to scare you!" Mayo apologized profusely, something he did apparently set him off.

Her dad often got memories of something bad from the past, and would get sent into a fit of panic and hyperventilation.

"It's okay, Stephano, breathe..." Mr. Chair tried to calm him down, helping him get control of his breathing.

"I'm so sorry Piggeh..." Stephano muttered, clearly trying to hold back tears.

It was always about her dad, no one ever told her what happened to him other than that he was dead, and probably because her father had bad reactions to remembering how he died. And frankly, she didn't want to ask.

"Stephano, it's alright." Mayo said, placing a hand on his shoulder, a big mistake. "It's over now-"

"How can it ever be over with his daughter around?!"

That... That part was new. Everything else, Porcelette had witnessed before. The panic, the crying, everyone trying to calm him down. He eventually would once something set him off. But never had he brought Porcelette into this.

And as soon as he said that, Stephano had made eye contact with the young pig watching from her doorway. Large brown eyes wide and tearing up.

"P-Porcy, I didn't- I didn't mean to say that- I- Oh god, I'm so sorry..." Stephano said, starting to panic a bit from something new.

"I-It's okay dad, just take a minute to calm down." Porcelette tried to stay composed, and even smiled, but inside, something in her had shattered. Was she the reason her father had a hard time getting over what happened? It made sense. She was his daughter, and she had been told a few times that she looked like her birth dad, and even inherited his old shirt. Of course he would constantly have to confront the memory after the tragedy.

Mayo started pushing Stephano to his room, continuing to try and help him calm down. Mr. Chair however came over to her.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that Porcelette. But Stephano was just in a panic. I know he doesn't think that way."

"It's fine, I know how this works. I-It just took me off guard. Go help him, I'll be fine." Porcelette said and shut the door. She backed away from it and onto her bed before letting her tears out, trying to stay silent and not alert the man who was just outside of her door.

~~~~~

Porcelette awoke to the sound of the door opening and gold shoes against the ground. It was her dad.

"Porcelette? Are you awake?" He said softly, voice hoarse.

"Yeah, I'm awake." Porcelette tried to hide the sound of her own hoarse voice and sat up.

Stephano came over and sat next to her, taking a deep breath before continuing to talk.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." Stephano said, placing a hand on hers. "I love you more than anything, and I can't bear to think that I even thought to say that."

"It's okay dad, but... Can I ask you an honest question?" Porcelette asked.

"What is it?" Stephano had a feeling he already knew.

"Do I actually keep you from moving on?"

Stephano paused for a moment, taking a moment to form his words carefully.

"In a way, yes. Sometimes just knowing who your birth father is brings me back to that damned day. But, that doesn't mean I don't want you. Being able to raise you and see the amazing person you've become has been the best thing that's ever happened to me, and honestly, I think if I didn't have you after your father's death, it would have been much worse for me. And I'd be much more worried about what would have happened to you if I didn't adopt you."

Porcelette was a bit shocked at the honesty, but also grateful. And she also got it. She was 15, she was old enough to know what her father was actually thinking.

"I just want you to know Porcelette, my problems are my own, you aren't responsible for them and I shouldn't have to drag you into them. I won't let something like today happen again, I promise." Stephano said, leaning in to hug his daughter.

"Alright dad..." Porcelette said, allowing the hug and wrapping her arms around him.

"Anyway, dinner will be ready soon." Stephano pulled away from the hug and got up. "I'll see you again then."

"Got it." Porcelette nodded and smiled, her father smiled back and left the room. Once he did, Porcelette's smile vanished.

She was 15, Stephano had been able to spend that many years with her. He said raising her was the best thing that could have happened to him, but now after 15 years he was still unable to move on from her birth father's death. He had said that he would have been more worried about what would have happened to her if he hadn't adopted her, but now she had friends who could take over now.

That writer friend of hers, Maggie? She'd probably be willing to let her come stay with her. It might take a bit to convince her parents, but that was certainly an option.

And if she couldn't find anyone, she was 15. She could take care of herself now.

So after an awkward dinner and after everyone went to sleep, Porcelette packed her things and put on her father's old shirt, a pair of white poofy shorts, some brown tights, and some black boots. She looked out her door carefully for signs of anyone awake and quietly moved to the door, looking around for signs of anyone coming to stop her.

She reached for the doorknob and turned it, looking behind her one last time, and seeing no one, she left and hurried down the hall. She heard the sound of one of the monsters, but that didn't deter her. She stayed quiet and moved through the halls as undetected as she could be. She reached the stairs and descended further down.

Further away from the father she wanted to protect from the past.

~~~~~

The next morning, the rain had stopped and the sun was bright.

Porcelette had gotten tired before she could reach her friend's area of the castle, and took temporary refuge in one of the castle's many vacant bedrooms. She woke up rubbing her eyes, brushing her hair and tying it into a ponytail as usual, and realized something important.

This was a mistake.

Her father will be scared to death when he opens her door and finds that she isn't there. He already lost her birth dad, he doesn't need to be panicking about what happened to her. If she wanted time away from him, she could have just asked to go stay with her friends for awhile.

She let her emotions get the best of her and made a spur of the moment decision to run away.

She looked to the window, seeing that it was still pretty early. Maybe if she was fast enough she could get home before they've even realized she's gone.

She got out of bed and put on her boots, and went to leave the room only to hear a few voices. She leaned against the door and listened. There were two girls talking, but three pairs of footsteps. She couldn't make out what they were talking about yet, but they seemed to be joking about something, with a few spurts of laughter here and there.

"And I said to him, if Gift's dad was still around, you would not feel comfortable bossing us around like that. And he had such an angry look on his face- Sorry, I know you don't know what that is- But he was pissed."

The moment Porcelette was finally able to make out words, she realized something important. They were getting closer. However for a moment she was distracted by the mentions of "if Gift's dad was still around." So this "Gift" had a dead dad too?

Before she could hide, the door swung into her face, making her yell out in pain and fall onto her back.

"Huh? Who's this?"

Porcelette looked above her to see what looked to be three girls. One was looking at her puzzled, and for the most part appeared in all whites and greys.

She had long silver hair in pigtails, silver eyes, pale skin, and wore a tight dress with rolled up long sleeves and knit socks in the same silver, a long open button down dress in grey, a necklace with a Venus charm made of stone, some leather boots and a belt bag, and most peculiar, had another leather belt that had a holder for a syringe filled with blue liquid, and another leather syringe holder on her arm with green liquid inside of that one. She recognized them to be Sanity Potion and Laudanum respectively.

The other girl looked a bit older than her. She had brown skin and dark hair held in a messy ponytail by a black ribbon. She wore an elegant brown dress with black strings decorating it, some black opera gloves and a choker, and had black ballerina flats with one leg having long black ribbons circling it. Her eyes were gray, and lacked pupils, she didn't really seem to be looking anywhere and mainly seemed to only be listening. It was clear she was blind.

The last girl was behind both of them. She was the most odd looking out of the bunch. Porcelette actually wasn't sure if she was even a girl, the only thing indicating it was her white and green polka dotted dress that seemed to be a sweater at the top and long green hair beneath a white and green mushroom cap hat. Her body was covered in white mushrooms with green dots, a patch even covering her left eye, the other one being green like her hair, and having a white pupil that almost seemed to glow. Her right hand and arm was covered by some kind of green fungus that almost formed into some kind of armor. And covering her mouth was what looked to be a cloth white sick mask.

"U-Umm, I'm Porcelette. I'm Stephano's daughter?" Porcelette said.

"Stephano?" The girl in brown asked, and the girl in green and white moved around to get a closer look.

"Y-Yeah, you probably know him, right?" Porcelette asked.

"Oh yes, we do. I'm so sorry you had to meet us like this." The girl in grey moved closer and held out her hand to help her up. "I'm Botelle. That one's Violina, and that's Gift."

Botelle gestured to the dark brunette and the odd looking girl respectively. A bottle, a violin, and a mushroom. She hadn't met items like them before and it was pretty exciting. And they seemed to be friendly.

"It's nice to meet you." Porcelette took Botelle's hand and got up. "Don't worry about the door thing. I got a bit distracted by something. I'm actually just on my way home."

Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Gift walking past her, but brushed it off as her going to take a look around the room for supplies.

"Oh yeah, we're just heading home too. In fact, you should come with us." Botelle suggested with a friendly smile.

"No, I couldn't. I really have to head home, I didn't tell my dad- AGH!" Porcelette cried out as she felt something jab her, quickly turning around and elbowing whatever was behind her, hitting a syringe holding Gift. The syringe was empty, and Porcelette had a newly punctured small hole in her arm above a vein.

"Again, I'm sorry we had to meet this way." Botelle said then looked to Violina. "Vio, you need to carry her, we found our test subject."

"Okay."

Porcelette tried to make a run for it, not bothering to stay and ask questions, but felt herself lose balance and fall to the ground again thanks to whatever was injected into her.

She could see Botelle and Gift moving to help Violina pick her up, and then everything faded to black.