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-This is a character for my own universe that has sheep and sheepdogs as the dominant species. The reason is similar to sonic and it's made so they are actually heavily evolved. The world runs uncannily similar to ours except with the difference in that the country this takes place in relies on the communication between government and the local police forces. This means there is no swat, only calling in other officers from nearby towns. I understand how edgy this character is, it's just that I love making up backstories were everyone is a sweetheart or dies. It can lead to interesting character development with things such as trust and whatnot though I'm not the best at writing it and am still improving upon it. Also this character was made for me to improve upon making comics, which I may or may not upload but it's hard to decide at this point.
-On the tragic character fact, the story of this character deals with some bad stuff, such as family problems, kidnapping, murder, and much much worse. Upon thinking up a story for this character, I realized it hit too close to home, which is why there isn't as much as there probably should be (yeah, tears were shed) but I like how this character turned out and such. Major warning, read if you want to. Also there is a lot of cussing, puns, and maybe spelling mistakes because wowee I suck at editing and not cursing. Also there are some joke things such as scent to provide some random info that isn't as important, just me being bored.
-Alright, so on the factor of mental issues: I cannot portray mental issues. I do not like claiming my characters to have mental issues because as someone with them, I hate having people misportray them. hell, I even misportray the issues I have. how amazing is that. If you think I portray any mental disorders correctly that I do not list, great, cool, if you want to than please tell me.
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-I understand that this character looks very simplistic, I'm still working on drawing digitally and am still getting used to my new tablet. I'll make her pic look more detailed later on, and ignore that you cant see the scar, everything for the picture was already edited and good before I realized they would most likely chip her. Sue me I messed up. Also most information comes from either the internet, my friend who went on the dark web (don't do it, he greatly regrets it and told me stuff that is absolutely terrible), and Welcome to the Game (first and second).
Thank you and I'm sorry for the long note.

---Original Bio Sheet Link (I have edited and added things): www.deviantart.com/criticalcri…

WARNING THERE IS MESSED UP SHITE. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THINSG LIKE MURDER AND MUTILATION, BY GOD DONT READ.

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Achor Ashling
Meaning: trouble, dream/vision
>>>Children in this world are named later in life, around the age of three. The meanings show what the child means to the parent or some trait about them that is notable. It should also be noted that first and last names usually match in the first letter based on a long forgotten tradition.
>>>Achor was constantly running off to go explore as a child and was found in the strangest of places sometimes. It was given to her in a loving way as she would often worry her mother who was frantic when she ran off. It was often used later as derogatory by her sister.
Nickname(s): Ash; White Rose
>>>Ash is only used by Parke, Haggi, and the sheriff along with a few other officers; White Rose was given to her over the deep web as she used the name as a signature for when she takes sites down. This has become infamous among the users and is what they use to refer to her.
Age: 17
Sex/gender: female
Sexuality: pansexual
Date of Birth: 12/28/4806
Place of Birth: Charleston, Pheelsburg
>>> Pheelsburg is a country much like America (accept it has general provinces instead of states which are not important to this story). Most of the world resembles our world because I’m a lazy ass. Charleston is a very, very small town, barely reaching above the limit to be called such. Achor isn't familiar with barely anybody, even though everyone knows everyone and the only way she knows about people is through gossip and such.
Ethnicity/Species: Sheeple
>>>anthro sheep basically (actually it's just a very evolved version of the sheep) this makes her barely an omnivore, her species cannot digest most meats (beef, pork, some fish cannot cannot be eaten) as they are still evolving to do so
Occupation/Job: as a agent in the take down and exploration of the deep web (referred to as a DA)
>>>she was originally hired by the government for her vast ties to people in the web and the knowledge she grew in it. Basically it started as the government were trying to track her as she was much more efficient in taking down bad sites. They decided to hire her and try to get her to take down sites in a more legal manner (aka not hiring murderers to kill other murders).
World/Universe: my own, I have dubbed it the sheep shite for no reason other than I was bored

APPEARANCE
Height: 4’ 5”
Weight: 87
>>>sheep are super heavy, holy cow, I’m completely guessing for this because I have no idea what to do for her. These things get to be over 300 pounds, holy shizbang I'm shocked
Eye Color: a green that is almost cyan in a way
>>>Picture has wrongish eye color. I didn't realize that merging down got rid of what I had the layer specified to do so color is off, sorry.
---Actual eye color: www.deviantart.com/pompeiirabb…
Hair Style/Color: an off white that appears to be more tan in color
>>>her wool is technically an orangish brown, but she bleached it in an attempt to stop looking like her sister, whom everyone would say she had an uncanny resemblance to
Body Type: more so out of shape yet still an average weight for her age
>>>she hates going out of her room and to unfamiliar places because she is very paranoid something would happen to her
(wowee that was very awkward to try and figure out. Ahem thick sheep was my first thought in all honesty. Sue me please)
Scars/Other: Small scar on arm (right); Chip in arm for tracking (left); chunk of arm (right) and leg (left) missing. large bite mark on shoulder (left; hidden and unnoticeable)
>>>The scar was from an accident in someone who was working to kidnap her gouged it out, compromising the position of the chip. It was moved to the other arm. Chunks missing is explained in bio but shortened version she was shot and left for dead in a shootout but she was unconscious. The bite mark isn't very noticeable under wool (and fur? no sheep have fur? idk, they do know, bite me if you don't like it). from kidnapper (ahem. all I can say is dogs tend to mark mates and such and uh, lets just move on before I cry)
Posture: she often slouches over the computer but stands with a straight back
>>>the standing is due to much yelling at by her sister
Dress: She will wear almost anything and everything but prefers more comfortable clothes.
>>>She does tend to steal jackets and clothes of people she trusts (on accident but it does confuse everyone sometimes). She loves to wear fuzzy things but doesn't as her room tends to get kinda hot due to the continues running of electronics and the air conditioner that frequently breaks.
Something Always Carried Weapons/Tools: her computer; a gun or walkback (walkie talkie); the key to the safe room
Accessories: friendship bracelets; glasses
>>>they were given to her by her boyfriend when they first met and the idea made her happy for a reason unknown to all; she sometimes switches her glasses out for contacts but it is a rarity
Scent: a variety of mainly fresh piney scents (imagine candles); dusty paper
>>>Everyone just gifts her scented candles for some unknown reason, she has way too many to count and always has a few lit somewhere. They tend to be forest and pine themed. She also sorts the old files in the station, leading to her smelling like them a lot of times

ATTITUDE
Personality: Achor isn't a very trusting soul and continually tries to be secretive, though fails and tends to sometimes ramble and over share. She doesn't know exactly how to have fun but tries anyway and is reclusive unless she knows someone is in trouble or simply wants information. She can come off as manipulative to some but she tries not to be and is simply very curious about things. She was scared of forming attachments (most are formed on accident) due to her line of work and how she doesn't want them to get hurt, but if she knows they have a connection to the police force she doesn't mind befriending them (she has a lot of trust in the force). She is very high strung unless she is in her safe spaces (ex her room or a small field in the wood), she also tends to overwork herself and needs to constantly be reminded to take breaks. Achor is very creative in making up stories and helps create stories with her boyfriend for his webcomic. SHe is very kind and relaxed around friends and can be very sarcastic and come off as a "leave me alone" type person, though everyone knows this to be untrue.
Likes: gardens and flowers (they remind her of her mother); scarves and beanies; writing; busy work (it's a good distraction); music; plushies; collecting things (like plushies and fish); fuzzy warm thing; hearing drama; space and anything space related (she is an utter space nerd and actually wants to be an astronaut); warm hugs
Dislikes: silence; being in unlocked rooms; her sister; meeting strangers outside the station; cheese (see backstory); being in large rooms alone; being alone; being in crowded places (they make her worried and anxious); the idea of being part of drama; cold water; people touching her unless it is Haggi, Parle, or Parke
Self Control: very good until it comes to collecting things
Motivation: not letting people end up like her mother
Discouragement: failing to find someone before it's to late/failing in general
Intelligence Level: she is smart when it comes to the web and the law but anything that has to do with street smarts or people skills (in person), she is impossible with; she is good at convincing people of things
Confidence Level: very low though she pretends online that she has all the confidence in the world
Philosophy: Right and wrong is an ever evolving gray area, it's just better to protect the people then decide between the two
Greatest Fear/Phobias: silence; losing anyone else who she is close to

RELATIONSHIPS
Family: Ada Ashling (means happy, Mother, deceased); Adin Ashling (means beautiful, sister, deceased); father is unknown; Abby Abeni (joy of the father, niece, alive); Abeo Abeni (happy for her, niece, alive)
>>>MOTHER: they had a good relationship as her mother as she was very supportive, though they did not talk often as her mother was always travelling to work in far places. SISTER: Achor basically saw her as a monster in disguise. Her sister thought they were on good terms yet still mentally damaged her with everything she would say and lie about. Achor is also very sure she was trying to kill her after an incident with poison. NIECES: she hates these twins on the basic principle that they are brats and are spawn of her sister. She doesn't necessarily hate them for who they are, just how everything came together in the end. They believe she is dead as the government has worked to make her disappear from society or any common knowledge FATHER: she was never told of her father and just assumed she want supposed to speak about him.
Friends: Parle Paine (means little rock, sherriff); Haggi Hadar (means stranger)
>>>The sheriff works closely with her and they became friends and the sheriff would often be the one to talk to her after many incidents involving people trying to kill or kidnap her, he was also the one who figured out she was the White Rose. Haggi befriended her because he was helping organize the police files and over time they became friends because of how often they talked and Haggi’s willingness to talk about just about anything, he is also her main source of gossip.
Significant Other: Parke Paine (means of the forest, boyfriend)
>>>originally they were best friends, aka Parke just really wanted to befriend the weird girl who never leaves her room and threw himself into the goal of accomplishing that. He was shocked to see the world through her eyes and would often turn to her to figure out what was happening in the school as she knows all the gossip and juicy secrets of what the kids do online (and how nobody tells him anything). She finds him scarily easy to talk to and finds herself often revealing to much stuff about her job in accident.
Enemies: TO NAME A FEW: Users: 1134, 889, 293800
>>>1134 murdered her mother and is one of the main users she is working to track. 889 is the leader of a huge drug shop which she shut down and continues to shut down almost all of the user’s reopenings. 293800 sells children for unsavory reasons who she also works to try and shut down, though the user is very lucrative and she is working endlessly to track him and has figured out his relative location in the local high school.

LIFE
Strengths: tracking, hacking, and exploration of the web; organization of notes; insults; most basic work like organization and sorting; finding out the information that you don't want found out
Weaknesses: memory or basic memorization; any social skills; giving any sort of presentation; letting go of grudges; remembering to take care of herself; she has an extremely weak stomach when it comes to food; lying (she sucks at it)
Hobbies: writing; gardening; organizing police records (not really a hobby but she enjoys it)
Habits: locking doors behind her; mumbling/talking to herself; writing things on basically anything (even if there is a notebook next to her, she will right it on her computer or her desk. Sharpies have been banned from her room); overworking herself; alarms that are very metallic set her into a panic to where she will crumble and curl to protect herself from the water that isn't there.
Pets: four betta fish named Dog, Alexander (sometimes the great), Bitch (murdered some other fish who may have been its own children, originally named Sheriff), and Queen (had children with Bitch, tried to murder Bitch after. Like ya do)
>>>the fish drama is more thought out than anything else in this characters story. The fish have a history that I'm not going into because reasons
Area of Residence/Environment: she lives in her own hometown, in the police station. There is a small room with an ensuite and a small safe room in which she stays. She also will sleep at her own desk in the government's security office but that's quite far away from her home town and threatened to leak information if she wasn't allowed to stay in the station
Government Affiliation: Works for them and has high clearance
>>>she has high clearance in the basis they know she could find a way into highly confidential content and just decided that they might as well give her legal access to it to save them time.
>>>she works with the countries security department and works to shut down nefarious sites on the deep web and to try and help track and prevent murders, human trafficking, and kidnapping and more

(i'm so sorry but i have actually two different writing styles and im trying to keep it inbetween for this backstory so it will come out as inconsistent. It doesn't help that the last thing i wrote was ungodly melodramatic, so if it turns that was tell me. Also! This is in bits and pieces! It is in order and this is events such as meeting friends or just something showing you a part of her life. Please not that sometimes years are being skipped and if there is any confusion just ask because i continuously change my characters and i may have a new reason for everything. another note, the way I think is kinda weird and is not compatable for stories. anything I try and portray never turns out quite right and iv had mote writing practice for the update so it may be better)
(I have taken a ton of stuff out of the backstory, meaning the last story because it got way to dark, way to fast and some of the things i was going to use started to make me super uncomfortable and i started to freak myself out. I cried writing it and deleted about three fourths of it, so im sorry but somethings should not be written. She was supposed to spend longer time in the warehouse but i couldn't right it out correctly or finish. Just know that everything was so much worse in that place. UPDATE: things have changed a bit from what they were originally, excuse typos and capitalization, it is nonexistence and it may stay that way till I do a hard edit. also I barely edited it because im insanely tired)

WARNING: there is some seriously bad stuff and puns in the backstory, i would read at your own risk for some of the things.

BACKSTORY:

There was screaming in the house. It wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't it stop? Why was there screaming? A crash and too many loud bangs to count. Screaming stopped. The deafening silence settled into her bones. Achor slowly made her way downstairs. Her mom didn't usually watch movies this late, not really ever that loud either. So what was it? Had her sister come home yet? No, her sister was with her boyfriend. So that couldn't be it.
She stopped short. Holy. God. No.
Blood ran down the counter, clinging to everything it could reach. The air shrunk in her lungs as glassy eyes of the dead laid to rest on her. Her mother, or what was left of her, was brutally nailed to the wall, mouth torn into a sadistically familiar smile.
The walls were closing in. oh god it was to close. Where the hell was the air. What the hell.
Oh god no. OH GOD NO. WHAT THE EVER LIVING FUCK.
She screeched, her heart pounded as blood roared in her ears. People shouted behind her. She could barely hear them. Why the hell were they there. Were they coming for her. NO. no. they couldn't be could they?
Something grabbed her, nails sank into her skin, tearing flesh from her bones. No she was seeing things. but who. WHO THE HELL. WHY THE HELL. WHY WOULDN'T THEY JUST LEAVE HER.
She ran, almost slipping on the stained tile as she barreled into the streets, stopping short in the middle of the road, seemingly frozen as if she were a statue.
Why had she stopped. Why couldn't she moved. The air, oh god where was it. Headlights barreled towards her, her feet were glued to the asphalt as she stared in absolute horror as the lights seemed to chase any thoughts from her mind. Everything was blurry, oh go why was the world spinning. Why couldn't it stop? Why couldn't everything just stop?
The car screeched around her, barely missing her as it swung around violently, she could feel the cool breeze against her tear stained cheek. She collapsed, barely able to see the sheriff running towards her, shouting out to move as the ambulance screeched next to her.
Everything was gone.
Nothing could be okay.

Her sister was out with friends, if one could call them that, not like she really cared what her sister dead. Her sister didn't care about her. No use in returning what you never had.
Silence was cut in half as she played soft music from her phone, not really caring what she listened to, just anything but the god awful shit her sister blasted.
Achor knew the rules of the house, the ones her mother clearly taught to them. Did her sister even care? Did she really ever truly care? The bitch didn't even cry when their mother died, did she?
It didn't matter. She slowly ate the cold grilled cheese her sister had thrown together, seemingly burned on both sides. It tasted quite off. She still ate it as lunch had been terrible, finally finishing the cold hell.
God, it tasted so strange. Why the hell did it taste that way. What was that taste anyway.
Oh.
Oh shit.
She felt sick. Everything was melting away. Oh god.
Something was wrong.
So so fucking wrong.
She shoved her way into the bathroom, barely making it into the bathroom before emptying her guts into the toilet.
Wrong wasn't the right word.
She slowly called 797, alerting the emergency responders that she thought she was dying.
She puked again.
Maybe fucked was the right word.
Again. God she felt like she was on fire and her guts were melting.
Oh yeah, she was definitely fucked.
Paramedics slammed into the house, trying to help her in anyway possible. Everything slowed and turned into a haze. She couldn't truly process what was happening.
There was a hospital, there was pain, there was so much vomit, there was only one thought on her mind. Oh god she was going to die.
Two weeks in the hospital and everything passed. Lab results showed trace amounts of poison in something she ate, though they couldn't trace it back to anything.
Achor knew she ate the only evidence she had against her sister. She also swore to never eat cheese again. She also swore to get back at her sister.
She swore to never trust her again.

Her alarmed blared in her ear at four am on a Wednesday morning, not to loud to wake anybody else up, not to quiet to not disturb their dreams.
She slowly woke up, powering through what could barely even be called a routine. Nothing was even in order. Someone was rooting through her stuff sometime in the night. Only her phone and computer were missing, of course they were. She couldn't even get one goddamned ounce of privacy in that house.
She ate breakfast downstairs, straight from the box of Super Daddy O’s, the most controversial breakfast food to exist.
She watched stupid kids movies on her computer, basking in the only peaceful time of her day. She spent two hours sitting there in peace, before starting the rush to get ready
Finally the dreaded six thirty as she banged on her sisters door to tell her the time.
“Yeah whatever I'm getting up.”
Twenty minutes passed and she again decided to knock.
“In a minute!”
Okay, seven ten, they still had plenty of time, right?
She knocked again, “I swear to god, IN A SECOND.”
Seven thirty and they had thirty minutes to herd four people out the door.
“GET ME MY FUCKING BRUSH”
She froze before running madly around the house they had just moved to. It wasn't anywhere. Hers was on the couch, but her sister wanted her own brush. Maybe she could--
“You incompetent bitch!” she snatched the hairbrush that wasn't her own. “Its right hear you troublesome shitstain!”
“But you said you wanted--”
“DONT FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME.”
She stormed off as Achor rushed about to try and straighten things, putting her computer exactly where she found it and struggled to fit stuff into her bag.
Both of the twins screamed, now four the hated getting up early. Not like she could blame them.
Her sister dragged the screaming children to the garage, yelling something about microwave waffles. Achor rushed to make some before running to the car, which honked and scared her.
She shoved her stuff into the car and jumped in, shoving the waffles to the twins.
“Hurry up!” she shouted as Achor shuffled to get comfortable.
Her sister slowly brushed her hair, turning up the music until it shook the car and hurt her ears. One of the twins started screaming as she ran out of waffle. The other yelled about how cold it was in the car.
Oh god she was going to be late. They had five minutes to get there. It would be blamed on her as it always was.
“Um, aren't we gonna be…” she trailed off.
Her sister huffed. “One fucking second.”
They didn't leave until three minutes later.
She ended up being late like every other day.
She was so fucking sick of it. Every day was the same for her for five goddamned years. Maybe she needed to take it into her own hands to change.

Achor clicked away in her computer, intently scrolling through the browser she discovered at some point in the long night before, probably do to some of her tomfuckery.
She had a lot of money to her name and two hundred sumocoins. Barely enough for a clean job. Barely enough for anything in all actuality. She clicked to one link, flinching slightly at one picture before continuing to read whatever it was. She typed in a note and clicked a few more times before slamming her computer closed and trying to walk as normal as possible to some random shelf in the library.
Setting down both her phone and her computer, she glanced one time at it before grabbing a book and walking off to check out, finally running home.
Two days later there was a knock at the door, the police sat down with her at the station. Her sister was found dead with no information or evidence. They were putting her into the care of her aunt and the twins would go to live with their father. She could only numbly nod along.
What the hell had she done?
What the hell would she become?

She walked into the police station, jumpy and rather pale. Two officers followed her, restraining a badly hurt man.
“You know the drill, carry on,” the receptionist stated calmer than anyone expected, not bothering to give her a second glance as it was the second time that week she had been there. A new trainee look up at the girl in worry but was quickly waved off as the sheriff entered the scene, tired and grouchy.
She plopped into one of the wooden chairs, tapping her foot as the older collie sat next to her, offering a cup of coffee and donning his usual friendly smile once again.
“What's ya excuse today, kiddo?”
She smiled sheepishly (i'm so sorry), “Well sir, i dunno, they were breaking into the house so I defended myself.”
He snorted, “So you hit him over the head with a gun that I know you can't buy around these parts?”
“Uh huh”
“And you were doing some code stuff on a highly illegal website.”
“Uh”
“And your well known alias along with a long list of highly illegal sites that have been shut down in the past year. Got any excuse?”
“Is it okay to claim the seventh?”
He sighed and shook his head, knowing very well it was his own fault she knew to claim that law. “Kid. I'm gonna need ya to be real with me here. You’ve been messing with some bad people haven't you?”
She swallowed hard and nodded, turning to look at anything other than the sheriff.
He sighed again and stood, offering a paw, “I’m sorry but we are gonna need to call the gov’rment.”
“Am I bein arrested, sir?”
He looked slightly surprised at her, “Naw honey, ya bein offered a job. They’ve been trackin ya and followin what ya’ve done, trynin to find out exactly who ya have been. They appreciate ya work. Not da breakin da law and all that but da rest, ya know.”
She nodded, still confused but still took his paw and followed him away.

She sighed and sat back. So much goddamned work to do, so little time til her deadline. The eggplant colored fairy lights twinkled slowly, casting a light that enveloped the room in a calm grasp. She almost fell asleep.
A knock reawoke her. Neither urgent or recognizable
What if.. No it had to be safe.
There was constant watch at the door and there was always at least a camera outside. Was her door even locked?
No.
No wait.
She locked it. She definitely should've locked it. But… What if she didn't…
She couldn't see it from her angle, could she even trust it? There hadn't been a call so it couldn't have been anything bad. But what if they got to the officers?
What if… what the fuck if...
“I've got ya dinner, i mean i think. This stuff doesn't look like food.”
Who in the seven layered hells was that. To young to be any users and the sheriff had said that some kids were gonna start helping around this time. Could it be one of them? But why would they send one here? Must be trusted since she hadn't seen anyone but higher officers and that one asshat be allowed in this hall.
She shook any thought away and silently went to the door, unlocking and opening it to reveal a collie dressed like a cowboy sitting on top of file boxes holding the best mush in the world.
“Dude. that's highly illegal.” she stated lamely, trying push away her panic.
He laughed lightly and donned a huge goofy smile, like the one the sheriff often joked around with. “There's also these files dad asked my to bring. Nice to meet ya by the way, the names Parke Paine.”
He jumped down quickly and shoved the mush into her hands before she could respond and grabbed multiple file boxes. Achor opened the door for him, keeping an eye and watched his every move.
Parke didn't even bother to glance around the room before shoving the file boxes into a corner. Curiosity burned in his eyes but he still refused to look at her shit.
Mucho appreciated, she noted. Together they moved a truly absurd amount of boxes into the room, Achor uncomfortably aware of the fact that both her gun and her walkback were to far into the room to be grabbed quickly.
“Hey! I wanted to give this to you!” what the hell did this shite stain want to give her, she had so much work to do, WAY to much work.
He shoved a bracelet into her hand, red and white like the local high school colors.
She almost didn't hear him begin to explain she was so confused, “I’ve been giving them to everyone! We have the biggest game against our long time rivals and dad said he was gonna drag you there!” the dude was getting overly excited and didn't notice Achor freaking out and stumbling an obscene amount of fucks under her breath. “So you need one to support our team!”
“I… shit uh… thanks?” she mumbled, surprised by his goofy smile and happy aura.
He waved and practically skipped out the door, which she shut, locked and frantically ran around the room.
She set to work with the MDCD or Mech Detection and Comparison Device, scanning everything that had been brought.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He must have been telling some sort of truth. Maybe not all but some sort of version. She barely touched the food, noting how it didn't taste strange but was tearable bland as per usual.
Every day the same dude returned, always offering more friendship bracelets with absolutely no excuse besides that somebody in the station needed to fucking accessorize. The only reason she was given for the cowboy outfit was he felt like it and his father, the sheriff, didn't even question him anymore.
Even when school started he still visited, never truly telling why he did but Achor did know she appreciated it. God she hated being alone nowadays. Even her favorite fish couldn't keep her company anymore. Especially Bitch, that bitch ate her own children. Ain't in no hell is that fish gonna be called a friend anytime soon.

"So uh... Why the hell are you even helping around this place?" Achor shocked herself in voicing her thoughts, as was Parke seeing as usually he was the one to ask about everything.
He smiled tentivly and hauled in more files. "I just enjoy helping out pops!" He nervously laughed to try and hide whatever he was trying to do.
By god curiosity was going to kill her one of these days.
"Wanna come in?" she tried to copy him with a more believable smile, to bad they both sucked at it. "I need some help sorting all these files."
She turned and offered an open door, shifting to make sure her gun was still hidden on her, either he needed to talk about something or was going to kill her. Either one would end in a bloodbath of awkward conversation.
He shrugged and practically floated into the room, smiling and waving to her fish who didn't wave back (ugh so rude). They sat across from each other as she pointed around to near the fish.
"Alright, so people go over nest to Bitch--"
"WHAT?"
"The fish and suspects," she waved in the general vicinity away from the fish, "go somewhere over there, your call in all honesty."
"Aren't people suspect?"
She smiled a hollow smile, "Not to me anymore."
The other seemed to catch on to he anxious state and set to work giving joking input on stupid names and feeling to goddamned proud when the other would laugh for even a second; not often did it happen, but when she did, by god was it deserved an award.
"So, what's going on at school? And I swear I'm not your dad, I mean I hope an such,"
He barked a laugh, "Just drama. Half the team is being dropped for something and other kids are part of something suspicious. I dunno exactly cause nobody tells me shit. Probably cause my pops is sheriff but I dunno."
"Its a drug bus I'm guessing." He looked at her in surprise as she plopped backwards onto her back, seemingly abandoning the files. "Theirs name showed up on a customer list, idiots actually put their full fucking names. Told the police and it ain't a surprise they intervened."
He gasped quietly, "And the others?"
"Well, ya know about those disappearances?"
He nodded.
"Well, Those students are buying and selling children, or at least trying to. The officers are investigating it but I'm struggling to find where the kids are going to."
He looked at her in confusion, fidgeting slightly. "Uuuh, isn't this highly illegal information."
There was a twitch of her tail that showed some worry, "Its not illegal if you look into it. The files are public, just hard to get to and piece together." Her smiled was to forced to be reassuring and it was all to obvious she was lying. SHIT, she knew she said to much.
He shrugged it off, "are there any other kids who I should be wary of?"
Achor paused, oh god she had said to much. Why did she have to ramble so much? But maybe just some knowledge could help him. Safety comes with knowledge, right? Right?
"Those kids aren't right in the head, be careful okay?"
The term didn't quite fit.
Hell, it was such an understatement.
Those kids were plain and true all levels of fucked up.
He nodded before freezing and going rigid, "Wait. WAIT. Aren't these files very confidential?"
"Eh probably, I mean they are closed and I've kinda given you permission to handle them. I have high clearance and such so--"
"HOLY SHIT YOUR A SPY?! THATS SO COOL!" He screeched, more excited than the twins on Christmas. He started rambling on and on and on about how cool it was and about how she should try some moves that this comic hero did.
She could only laugh at his glee and how quickly he ran out of breath.
"But seriously, why are you even helping around here, didn't Mr. Paine try and ban you from the station?" She snorted at the goofy smile on his face.
He shrugged before suddenly falling back and flailing dramatically. "People don't tell me anything! They all think I'm such a snitch. Honestly, I didn't even know why the team was shrunk and I'm the captain!"
Achor fell back laughing, "And were exactly do I fit into this, Mr. Snitch."
"Pops trusts ya so you must know some shit. Also you're like a myth in school! so you gotta know somethin since your a mythical creature and id thought Id ask ya!"
She coughed and clutched her hurting stomach. "Alrighty then, do you know about that one cheer captain that tried to poison the water tower."
"What the actual fucksauce have I been missing out on?"

Achor huffed angrily at the sea of files laid out before her, it was the third time she had tried to organize the thrown together file room in the last week and she had no idea how she was supposed to make it work.
“I swear to any god that the day these cumshots actually help out is the day i die.”
She swept into the room, ready to organize this shit like the colors of the wind. It didn't help her illusion with the fact that the air conditioner kept blowing the papers around.
“Heyo!” a teen old english sheepdog bounded into the room and stuck out a paw to her, way too excited to not freak Achor the hell out.
She slowly responded to shake his paw, “My names Haggi but call me GeeGee! Nice to meet you!”
Achor smiled at him tentatively, “Achor and pleasure is mine. Why are you here.”
She tentatively noted her lack of gun and how she couldn't react as quickly as this individual.
He grinned happily and swept some fur from his eyes, “My mom and dad told me to come help so here i am!”
He brushed past her and began to examine the file names, careful to not open them.
“I… Well we should get started. I uh I think we should first just do general organization.”
He nodded and set to work, talking her ear off about some stupid prank the cheerleaders pulled on some other chick.
Slowly they began to carve a path into the sea of files.

Parke lazily laid on her bed, drawing who knows what and rambled on and on about something his favorite action hero did and complained loudly about the comics and their adaptations. Achor snorted at his hate for the movie and clicked rapidly through different links, skimming comments before writing something down and continuing.
“You looking for illegal shit?”
She scoffed jokingly, “such language! What would your father think?”
“That its your fault, Ash. we all know he blames you for the mistakes i make in life.”
“Truth fucking tea my man. Also what six times five?”
“Oh shit math, why?”
“This guy is speaking in code and i can't math right now.”
“Well--”
He shut up at the crackle of her radio. It quickly shut off and turned on again. Off and on.
It stayed that way as Achor quickly shut down her computer and struggled to get the key off from around her wrist.
She grabbed Parke and dragged him over to the secret compartment and shoved him into the cramped place and climbed in herself, locking the door.
Parke struggles to sit upright, causing a small ruckus as he kept falling back down again. She grabbed him and held him in an awkward hug, keeping him upright and also tried to steady her own shaking.
She had been through this all before. It was just another break in. She could do this again. Couldn't she? But oh god it wasn't just her. What if Parke got hurt? Oh god she would never be allowed to forgive herself. Oh god--
“Hey Achor?” she almost didn't hear him his voice was so low.
Gunshots resonated and loud yelling, muffled by the thick walls around them.
“If we don't make it out I just wanted to let you know that i love you, cause like I hear a gun and that's no bueno, you know and i just wante--”
“I love you too you dumb fuck now shush it.”
They slowly sank into silence, the air growing heavy as everything became silenced. They could only hear their heart beats and the breath that clouded the small room.
Three knocks rocked their world as Achor stumbled and shakily unlocked the door, opening it and dragged Parke out by the collar, who looked like he was going to piss himself.
The sheriff quickly enveloped them in a hug before nodding and giving a knowing look as Achor set off in rebooting and clicking away again at her computer.
He handed his son a the MDCD and patted him on the back, walking out with a tired look in his eye and a slump in his shoulder.
So they set off into the long, long work in scanning everything and hiding everything, working to make Achor disappear from the world once again.
Parke later collapsed into the bean bag, tired and falling asleep before pulling out one of his many stashed comics.
“THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS.”
“What”
“THEY TORE UP MY FUCKING COMIC!”

-=worst of it all below=-

Workers trudged about, twisted grins edged themselves into sick faces. Many were drenched in blood and what she could only guess was vomit. It would explain the rancid smell that choked the air from her lungs.
Bodies stared at them as they limply hung from harnesses, eyes hollow and made of a sparkling glass. they had no limbs to struggle or wave about. they were living dolls. living had become a rather loose term. Wires twisted from them, spinning into the abyss above and into metal grates below.
The pup next to her started to tear up, he couldn't have been any older than eight. Some worker laughed and kicked him in the small of the back.
They were thrown into a dim, grey room, covered in filth and old dried blood. A drain with a chain and shackle were the only decoration besides the grim light that barely illuminated the room. The pup buried its head into her side as she held onto him, whispering spun stories that Parke used to try and plan out and rubbed small circles into his aching back.
A metallic beep screeched overhead and water dumped onto them, so cold it felt like needles piercing their skin. Achor shielded the pup as best she could. some of the captives sputtered and overs choked violently. as quickly as it started, it stopped. The door unlocked and someone tried to hold it close. a lean and wolfish mutt threw the brave soul against the wall. something snapped and they didn't get up again. He grabbed a ram and dragged him out, locked the door behind him.
Everyone tried to block out the screams. they found them even worse when they stopped.
The food was nothing more than limp lettuce and old fish, which Achor gave to the pup and refused to eat her own.
The MUtt came back in and forced them into a line on the wall, Achor was at the back as she had made herself sick by refusing to eat.
THe ram was dragged in, missing eyes and a leg that was violently ripped of. large cuts trailed from his cheeks to down his sides and in between the toe beans of his only paw. he lay next to Achor and groaned in pain for a while before going mysteriously silent.
The first in line was dragged out and the metallic screech sounded again. everyone scrambled to shield themselves. Achor was to slow and she was terribly drenched.
a day later the first was dragged back in, no limbs and eyes a beautiful, pearly blue.
nobody wanted to watch what happened next. nobody wanted to even think about it. they all knew it would be their fate also. it was just a question of how soon.
Days passed with every morning and every evening marked by the bell. that damned bell and icy water that burned them and caused them to scramble and scream.
The next day the small pup was dragged out. Achor screamed and tried to grab them, but was held back by other captives. she was chained to the grate to refusing to cooperate. the rain soacked her the worst each day.
the next day the wolfish man came in and inspected each their faces, he smirked when Achor turned from his rancid breath and flinched away when he ran a claw down her thigh.
weeks passed. the tenth finally was dragged out and nobody flinched at the wolfish dog's inspection. Everyone was quick to get away from the water and there were times the water rained down on them for so long that she forgot how to breath. THe tenth captive was finally taken and nobody bothered a second glance. it wasn't worth the struggle.
Achor stopped tryign to get away from his fowl breath, she didn't even bother trying to watch him move around the room. what was the use? he had no weakness. she had failed in every way. it wasn't worth it anymore.
some day along the way carrots were dropped into her food. apparently she had made some sort of cut. she didnt know whether to be proud or extremely angry.
the ram's smell grew worse with each passing day. he twitched occasionally but didn't move other than that. It almost scared her when the rat escaped from its nest in the ram's stomach.
a week later and they still hadnt removed the kid.
the mutt came into inspect their faces, a few he rubbed the dirt away and sent them off, to dirty to sell. he was angry that their production had gotten to be so slow.
He again inspected everyone, Achor couldn't help but fidget everytime he passed her to inspect everyone.
He caressed her cheek, nuzzling into her muzzle. he smelled like rotten meat. He grabbed the back of her shirt and bit into her shoulder. she screeched and tried to move away. she passed out.
Loud shouting and pain were the only thing that registered. she was sat in a police car, wrapped in Parke's favorite blanket. everyone was rushing outside, moving things and yelling commands.
She leaned back and clutched the blanket, trying to regain any sense of previous familiarity. The sherriff jumped into the car and smiled at her. they didn't talk as Achor was slowly falling asleep.
They returned to the station quicker than anyone excepted. Achor was locked into her sector by government mandate.
She threw herself into the shower, scrubbing her skin until it stung, trying to rid herself of any hint or trace of that place, changing into something warm incase she was stuck outside by some emergency. She stepped out to find Parke and Haggi sprawled out in her room.
Haggi was knitting a sweater for his grammy, fur pulled back into a mini pony tail with a friendship bracelet. Parke was plopped onto a bean bag, reading aloud his comic in stupidly funny voices.
They both looked up when she walked in and smiled happily, Parke pulling her to sit next to him, not noting the small flinch when he did so.
He continued, his voice, Haggi's laugh, and the soft music playing slowly forming a thick blanket across the room as she slowly sighed into the warmth.
Everything was here.
And maybe everything just might be okay.

Description
Hello, please read the following information as it is important

-This is a character for my own universe that has sheep and sheepdogs as the dominant species. The reason is similar to sonic and it's made so they are actually heavily evolved. The world runs uncannily similar to ours except with the difference in that the country this takes place in relies on the communication between government and the local police forces. This means there is no swat, only calling in other officers from nearby towns. I understand how edgy this character is, it's just that I love making up backstories were everyone is a sweetheart or dies. It can lead to interesting character development with things such as trust and whatnot though I'm not the best at writing it and am still improving upon it. Also this character was made for me to improve upon making comics, which I may or may not upload but it's hard to decide at this point.
-On the tragic character fact, the story of this character deals with some bad stuff, such as family problems, kidnapping, murder, and much much worse. Upon thinking up a story for this character, I realized it hit too close to home, which is why there isn't as much as there probably should be (yeah, tears were shed) but I like how this character turned out and such. Major warning, read if you want to. Also there is a lot of cussing, puns, and maybe spelling mistakes because wowee I suck at editing and not cursing. Also there are some joke things such as scent to provide some random info that isn't as important, just me being bored.
-Alright, so on the factor of mental issues: I cannot portray mental issues. I do not like claiming my characters to have mental issues because as someone with them, I hate having people misportray them. hell, I even misportray the issues I have. how amazing is that. If you think I portray any mental disorders correctly that I do not list, great, cool, if you want to than please tell me.
-Key:
--- means there is a link to something involved with this character or related to something. (There was going to be more links but I got kinda lazy)
(tab) >>> extra information or explanation.
-I understand that this character looks very simplistic, I'm still working on drawing digitally and am still getting used to my new tablet. I'll make her pic look more detailed later on, and ignore that you cant see the scar, everything for the picture was already edited and good before I realized they would most likely chip her. Sue me I messed up. Also most information comes from either the internet, my friend who went on the dark web (don't do it, he greatly regrets it and told me stuff that is absolutely terrible), and Welcome to the Game (first and second).
Thank you and I'm sorry for the long note.

---Original Bio Sheet Link (I have edited and added things): www.deviantart.com/criticalcri…

WARNING THERE IS MESSED UP SHITE. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THINSG LIKE MURDER AND MUTILATION, BY GOD DONT READ.

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Achor Ashling
Meaning: trouble, dream/vision
>>>Children in this world are named later in life, around the age of three. The meanings show what the child means to the parent or some trait about them that is notable. It should also be noted that first and last names usually match in the first letter based on a long forgotten tradition.
>>>Achor was constantly running off to go explore as a child and was found in the strangest of places sometimes. It was given to her in a loving way as she would often worry her mother who was frantic when she ran off. It was often used later as derogatory by her sister.
Nickname(s): Ash; White Rose
>>>Ash is only used by Parke, Haggi, and the sheriff along with a few other officers; White Rose was given to her over the deep web as she used the name as a signature for when she takes sites down. This has become infamous among the users and is what they use to refer to her.
Age: 17
Sex/gender: female
Sexuality: pansexual
Date of Birth: 12/28/4806
Place of Birth: Charleston, Pheelsburg
>>> Pheelsburg is a country much like America (accept it has general provinces instead of states which are not important to this story). Most of the world resembles our world because I’m a lazy ass. Charleston is a very, very small town, barely reaching above the limit to be called such. Achor isn't familiar with barely anybody, even though everyone knows everyone and the only way she knows about people is through gossip and such.
Ethnicity/Species: Sheeple
>>>anthro sheep basically (actually it's just a very evolved version of the sheep) this makes her barely an omnivore, her species cannot digest most meats (beef, pork, some fish cannot cannot be eaten) as they are still evolving to do so
Occupation/Job: as a agent in the take down and exploration of the deep web (referred to as a DA)
>>>she was originally hired by the government for her vast ties to people in the web and the knowledge she grew in it. Basically it started as the government were trying to track her as she was much more efficient in taking down bad sites. They decided to hire her and try to get her to take down sites in a more legal manner (aka not hiring murderers to kill other murders).
World/Universe: my own, I have dubbed it the sheep shite for no reason other than I was bored

APPEARANCE
Height: 4’ 5”
Weight: 87
>>>sheep are super heavy, holy cow, I’m completely guessing for this because I have no idea what to do for her. These things get to be over 300 pounds, holy shizbang I'm shocked
Eye Color: a green that is almost cyan in a way
>>>Picture has wrongish eye color. I didn't realize that merging down got rid of what I had the layer specified to do so color is off, sorry.
---Actual eye color: www.deviantart.com/pompeiirabb…
Hair Style/Color: an off white that appears to be more tan in color
>>>her wool is technically an orangish brown, but she bleached it in an attempt to stop looking like her sister, whom everyone would say she had an uncanny resemblance to
Body Type: more so out of shape yet still an average weight for her age
>>>she hates going out of her room and to unfamiliar places because she is very paranoid something would happen to her
(wowee that was very awkward to try and figure out. Ahem thick sheep was my first thought in all honesty. Sue me please)
Scars/Other: Small scar on arm (right); Chip in arm for tracking (left); chunk of arm (right) and leg (left) missing. large bite mark on shoulder (left; hidden and unnoticeable)
>>>The scar was from an accident in someone who was working to kidnap her gouged it out, compromising the position of the chip. It was moved to the other arm. Chunks missing is explained in bio but shortened version she was shot and left for dead in a shootout but she was unconscious. The bite mark isn't very noticeable under wool (and fur? no sheep have fur? idk, they do know, bite me if you don't like it). from kidnapper (ahem. all I can say is dogs tend to mark mates and such and uh, lets just move on before I cry)
Posture: she often slouches over the computer but stands with a straight back
>>>the standing is due to much yelling at by her sister
Dress: She will wear almost anything and everything but prefers more comfortable clothes.
>>>She does tend to steal jackets and clothes of people she trusts (on accident but it does confuse everyone sometimes). She loves to wear fuzzy things but doesn't as her room tends to get kinda hot due to the continues running of electronics and the air conditioner that frequently breaks.
Something Always Carried Weapons/Tools: her computer; a gun or walkback (walkie talkie); the key to the safe room
Accessories: friendship bracelets; glasses
>>>they were given to her by her boyfriend when they first met and the idea made her happy for a reason unknown to all; she sometimes switches her glasses out for contacts but it is a rarity
Scent: a variety of mainly fresh piney scents (imagine candles); dusty paper
>>>Everyone just gifts her scented candles for some unknown reason, she has way too many to count and always has a few lit somewhere. They tend to be forest and pine themed. She also sorts the old files in the station, leading to her smelling like them a lot of times

ATTITUDE
Personality: Achor isn't a very trusting soul and continually tries to be secretive, though fails and tends to sometimes ramble and over share. She doesn't know exactly how to have fun but tries anyway and is reclusive unless she knows someone is in trouble or simply wants information. She can come off as manipulative to some but she tries not to be and is simply very curious about things. She was scared of forming attachments (most are formed on accident) due to her line of work and how she doesn't want them to get hurt, but if she knows they have a connection to the police force she doesn't mind befriending them (she has a lot of trust in the force). She is very high strung unless she is in her safe spaces (ex her room or a small field in the wood), she also tends to overwork herself and needs to constantly be reminded to take breaks. Achor is very creative in making up stories and helps create stories with her boyfriend for his webcomic. SHe is very kind and relaxed around friends and can be very sarcastic and come off as a "leave me alone" type person, though everyone knows this to be untrue.
Likes: gardens and flowers (they remind her of her mother); scarves and beanies; writing; busy work (it's a good distraction); music; plushies; collecting things (like plushies and fish); fuzzy warm thing; hearing drama; space and anything space related (she is an utter space nerd and actually wants to be an astronaut); warm hugs
Dislikes: silence; being in unlocked rooms; her sister; meeting strangers outside the station; cheese (see backstory); being in large rooms alone; being alone; being in crowded places (they make her worried and anxious); the idea of being part of drama; cold water; people touching her unless it is Haggi, Parle, or Parke
Self Control: very good until it comes to collecting things
Motivation: not letting people end up like her mother
Discouragement: failing to find someone before it's to late/failing in general
Intelligence Level: she is smart when it comes to the web and the law but anything that has to do with street smarts or people skills (in person), she is impossible with; she is good at convincing people of things
Confidence Level: very low though she pretends online that she has all the confidence in the world
Philosophy: Right and wrong is an ever evolving gray area, it's just better to protect the people then decide between the two
Greatest Fear/Phobias: silence; losing anyone else who she is close to

RELATIONSHIPS
Family: Ada Ashling (means happy, Mother, deceased); Adin Ashling (means beautiful, sister, deceased); father is unknown; Abby Abeni (joy of the father, niece, alive); Abeo Abeni (happy for her, niece, alive)
>>>MOTHER: they had a good relationship as her mother as she was very supportive, though they did not talk often as her mother was always travelling to work in far places. SISTER: Achor basically saw her as a monster in disguise. Her sister thought they were on good terms yet still mentally damaged her with everything she would say and lie about. Achor is also very sure she was trying to kill her after an incident with poison. NIECES: she hates these twins on the basic principle that they are brats and are spawn of her sister. She doesn't necessarily hate them for who they are, just how everything came together in the end. They believe she is dead as the government has worked to make her disappear from society or any common knowledge FATHER: she was never told of her father and just assumed she want supposed to speak about him.
Friends: Parle Paine (means little rock, sherriff); Haggi Hadar (means stranger)
>>>The sheriff works closely with her and they became friends and the sheriff would often be the one to talk to her after many incidents involving people trying to kill or kidnap her, he was also the one who figured out she was the White Rose. Haggi befriended her because he was helping organize the police files and over time they became friends because of how often they talked and Haggi’s willingness to talk about just about anything, he is also her main source of gossip.
Significant Other: Parke Paine (means of the forest, boyfriend)
>>>originally they were best friends, aka Parke just really wanted to befriend the weird girl who never leaves her room and threw himself into the goal of accomplishing that. He was shocked to see the world through her eyes and would often turn to her to figure out what was happening in the school as she knows all the gossip and juicy secrets of what the kids do online (and how nobody tells him anything). She finds him scarily easy to talk to and finds herself often revealing to much stuff about her job in accident.
Enemies: TO NAME A FEW: Users: 1134, 889, 293800
>>>1134 murdered her mother and is one of the main users she is working to track. 889 is the leader of a huge drug shop which she shut down and continues to shut down almost all of the user’s reopenings. 293800 sells children for unsavory reasons who she also works to try and shut down, though the user is very lucrative and she is working endlessly to track him and has figured out his relative location in the local high school.

LIFE
Strengths: tracking, hacking, and exploration of the web; organization of notes; insults; most basic work like organization and sorting; finding out the information that you don't want found out
Weaknesses: memory or basic memorization; any social skills; giving any sort of presentation; letting go of grudges; remembering to take care of herself; she has an extremely weak stomach when it comes to food; lying (she sucks at it)
Hobbies: writing; gardening; organizing police records (not really a hobby but she enjoys it)
Habits: locking doors behind her; mumbling/talking to herself; writing things on basically anything (even if there is a notebook next to her, she will right it on her computer or her desk. Sharpies have been banned from her room); overworking herself; alarms that are very metallic set her into a panic to where she will crumble and curl to protect herself from the water that isn't there.
Pets: four betta fish named Dog, Alexander (sometimes the great), Bitch (murdered some other fish who may have been its own children, originally named Sheriff), and Queen (had children with Bitch, tried to murder Bitch after. Like ya do)
>>>the fish drama is more thought out than anything else in this characters story. The fish have a history that I'm not going into because reasons
Area of Residence/Environment: she lives in her own hometown, in the police station. There is a small room with an ensuite and a small safe room in which she stays. She also will sleep at her own desk in the government's security office but that's quite far away from her home town and threatened to leak information if she wasn't allowed to stay in the station
Government Affiliation: Works for them and has high clearance
>>>she has high clearance in the basis they know she could find a way into highly confidential content and just decided that they might as well give her legal access to it to save them time.
>>>she works with the countries security department and works to shut down nefarious sites on the deep web and to try and help track and prevent murders, human trafficking, and kidnapping and more

(i'm so sorry but i have actually two different writing styles and im trying to keep it inbetween for this backstory so it will come out as inconsistent. It doesn't help that the last thing i wrote was ungodly melodramatic, so if it turns that was tell me. Also! This is in bits and pieces! It is in order and this is events such as meeting friends or just something showing you a part of her life. Please not that sometimes years are being skipped and if there is any confusion just ask because i continuously change my characters and i may have a new reason for everything. another note, the way I think is kinda weird and is not compatable for stories. anything I try and portray never turns out quite right and iv had mote writing practice for the update so it may be better)
(I have taken a ton of stuff out of the backstory, meaning the last story because it got way to dark, way to fast and some of the things i was going to use started to make me super uncomfortable and i started to freak myself out. I cried writing it and deleted about three fourths of it, so im sorry but somethings should not be written. She was supposed to spend longer time in the warehouse but i couldn't right it out correctly or finish. Just know that everything was so much worse in that place. UPDATE: things have changed a bit from what they were originally, excuse typos and capitalization, it is nonexistence and it may stay that way till I do a hard edit. also I barely edited it because im insanely tired)

WARNING: there is some seriously bad stuff and puns in the backstory, i would read at your own risk for some of the things.

BACKSTORY:

There was screaming in the house. It wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't it stop? Why was there screaming? A crash and too many loud bangs to count. Screaming stopped. The deafening silence settled into her bones. Achor slowly made her way downstairs. Her mom didn't usually watch movies this late, not really ever that loud either. So what was it? Had her sister come home yet? No, her sister was with her boyfriend. So that couldn't be it.
She stopped short. Holy. God. No.
Blood ran down the counter, clinging to everything it could reach. The air shrunk in her lungs as glassy eyes of the dead laid to rest on her. Her mother, or what was left of her, was brutally nailed to the wall, mouth torn into a sadistically familiar smile.
The walls were closing in. oh god it was to close. Where the hell was the air. What the hell.
Oh god no. OH GOD NO. WHAT THE EVER LIVING FUCK.
She screeched, her heart pounded as blood roared in her ears. People shouted behind her. She could barely hear them. Why the hell were they there. Were they coming for her. NO. no. they couldn't be could they?
Something grabbed her, nails sank into her skin, tearing flesh from her bones. No she was seeing things. but who. WHO THE HELL. WHY THE HELL. WHY WOULDN'T THEY JUST LEAVE HER.
She ran, almost slipping on the stained tile as she barreled into the streets, stopping short in the middle of the road, seemingly frozen as if she were a statue.
Why had she stopped. Why couldn't she moved. The air, oh god where was it. Headlights barreled towards her, her feet were glued to the asphalt as she stared in absolute horror as the lights seemed to chase any thoughts from her mind. Everything was blurry, oh go why was the world spinning. Why couldn't it stop? Why couldn't everything just stop?
The car screeched around her, barely missing her as it swung around violently, she could feel the cool breeze against her tear stained cheek. She collapsed, barely able to see the sheriff running towards her, shouting out to move as the ambulance screeched next to her.
Everything was gone.
Nothing could be okay.

Her sister was out with friends, if one could call them that, not like she really cared what her sister dead. Her sister didn't care about her. No use in returning what you never had.
Silence was cut in half as she played soft music from her phone, not really caring what she listened to, just anything but the god awful shit her sister blasted.
Achor knew the rules of the house, the ones her mother clearly taught to them. Did her sister even care? Did she really ever truly care? The bitch didn't even cry when their mother died, did she?
It didn't matter. She slowly ate the cold grilled cheese her sister had thrown together, seemingly burned on both sides. It tasted quite off. She still ate it as lunch had been terrible, finally finishing the cold hell.
God, it tasted so strange. Why the hell did it taste that way. What was that taste anyway.
Oh.
Oh shit.
She felt sick. Everything was melting away. Oh god.
Something was wrong.
So so fucking wrong.
She shoved her way into the bathroom, barely making it into the bathroom before emptying her guts into the toilet.
Wrong wasn't the right word.
She slowly called 797, alerting the emergency responders that she thought she was dying.
She puked again.
Maybe fucked was the right word.
Again. God she felt like she was on fire and her guts were melting.
Oh yeah, she was definitely fucked.
Paramedics slammed into the house, trying to help her in anyway possible. Everything slowed and turned into a haze. She couldn't truly process what was happening.
There was a hospital, there was pain, there was so much vomit, there was only one thought on her mind. Oh god she was going to die.
Two weeks in the hospital and everything passed. Lab results showed trace amounts of poison in something she ate, though they couldn't trace it back to anything.
Achor knew she ate the only evidence she had against her sister. She also swore to never eat cheese again. She also swore to get back at her sister.
She swore to never trust her again.

Her alarmed blared in her ear at four am on a Wednesday morning, not to loud to wake anybody else up, not to quiet to not disturb their dreams.
She slowly woke up, powering through what could barely even be called a routine. Nothing was even in order. Someone was rooting through her stuff sometime in the night. Only her phone and computer were missing, of course they were. She couldn't even get one goddamned ounce of privacy in that house.
She ate breakfast downstairs, straight from the box of Super Daddy O’s, the most controversial breakfast food to exist.
She watched stupid kids movies on her computer, basking in the only peaceful time of her day. She spent two hours sitting there in peace, before starting the rush to get ready
Finally the dreaded six thirty as she banged on her sisters door to tell her the time.
“Yeah whatever I'm getting up.”
Twenty minutes passed and she again decided to knock.
“In a minute!”
Okay, seven ten, they still had plenty of time, right?
She knocked again, “I swear to god, IN A SECOND.”
Seven thirty and they had thirty minutes to herd four people out the door.
“GET ME MY FUCKING BRUSH”
She froze before running madly around the house they had just moved to. It wasn't anywhere. Hers was on the couch, but her sister wanted her own brush. Maybe she could--
“You incompetent bitch!” she snatched the hairbrush that wasn't her own. “Its right hear you troublesome shitstain!”
“But you said you wanted--”
“DONT FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME.”
She stormed off as Achor rushed about to try and straighten things, putting her computer exactly where she found it and struggled to fit stuff into her bag.
Both of the twins screamed, now four the hated getting up early. Not like she could blame them.
Her sister dragged the screaming children to the garage, yelling something about microwave waffles. Achor rushed to make some before running to the car, which honked and scared her.
She shoved her stuff into the car and jumped in, shoving the waffles to the twins.
“Hurry up!” she shouted as Achor shuffled to get comfortable.
Her sister slowly brushed her hair, turning up the music until it shook the car and hurt her ears. One of the twins started screaming as she ran out of waffle. The other yelled about how cold it was in the car.
Oh god she was going to be late. They had five minutes to get there. It would be blamed on her as it always was.
“Um, aren't we gonna be…” she trailed off.
Her sister huffed. “One fucking second.”
They didn't leave until three minutes later.
She ended up being late like every other day.
She was so fucking sick of it. Every day was the same for her for five goddamned years. Maybe she needed to take it into her own hands to change.

Achor clicked away in her computer, intently scrolling through the browser she discovered at some point in the long night before, probably do to some of her tomfuckery.
She had a lot of money to her name and two hundred sumocoins. Barely enough for a clean job. Barely enough for anything in all actuality. She clicked to one link, flinching slightly at one picture before continuing to read whatever it was. She typed in a note and clicked a few more times before slamming her computer closed and trying to walk as normal as possible to some random shelf in the library.
Setting down both her phone and her computer, she glanced one time at it before grabbing a book and walking off to check out, finally running home.
Two days later there was a knock at the door, the police sat down with her at the station. Her sister was found dead with no information or evidence. They were putting her into the care of her aunt and the twins would go to live with their father. She could only numbly nod along.
What the hell had she done?
What the hell would she become?

She walked into the police station, jumpy and rather pale. Two officers followed her, restraining a badly hurt man.
“You know the drill, carry on,” the receptionist stated calmer than anyone expected, not bothering to give her a second glance as it was the second time that week she had been there. A new trainee look up at the girl in worry but was quickly waved off as the sheriff entered the scene, tired and grouchy.
She plopped into one of the wooden chairs, tapping her foot as the older collie sat next to her, offering a cup of coffee and donning his usual friendly smile once again.
“What's ya excuse today, kiddo?”
She smiled sheepishly (i'm so sorry), “Well sir, i dunno, they were breaking into the house so I defended myself.”
He snorted, “So you hit him over the head with a gun that I know you can't buy around these parts?”
“Uh huh”
“And you were doing some code stuff on a highly illegal website.”
“Uh”
“And your well known alias along with a long list of highly illegal sites that have been shut down in the past year. Got any excuse?”
“Is it okay to claim the seventh?”
He sighed and shook his head, knowing very well it was his own fault she knew to claim that law. “Kid. I'm gonna need ya to be real with me here. You’ve been messing with some bad people haven't you?”
She swallowed hard and nodded, turning to look at anything other than the sheriff.
He sighed again and stood, offering a paw, “I’m sorry but we are gonna need to call the gov’rment.”
“Am I bein arrested, sir?”
He looked slightly surprised at her, “Naw honey, ya bein offered a job. They’ve been trackin ya and followin what ya’ve done, trynin to find out exactly who ya have been. They appreciate ya work. Not da breakin da law and all that but da rest, ya know.”
She nodded, still confused but still took his paw and followed him away.

She sighed and sat back. So much goddamned work to do, so little time til her deadline. The eggplant colored fairy lights twinkled slowly, casting a light that enveloped the room in a calm grasp. She almost fell asleep.
A knock reawoke her. Neither urgent or recognizable
What if.. No it had to be safe.
There was constant watch at the door and there was always at least a camera outside. Was her door even locked?
No.
No wait.
She locked it. She definitely should've locked it. But… What if she didn't…
She couldn't see it from her angle, could she even trust it? There hadn't been a call so it couldn't have been anything bad. But what if they got to the officers?
What if… what the fuck if...
“I've got ya dinner, i mean i think. This stuff doesn't look like food.”
Who in the seven layered hells was that. To young to be any users and the sheriff had said that some kids were gonna start helping around this time. Could it be one of them? But why would they send one here? Must be trusted since she hadn't seen anyone but higher officers and that one asshat be allowed in this hall.
She shook any thought away and silently went to the door, unlocking and opening it to reveal a collie dressed like a cowboy sitting on top of file boxes holding the best mush in the world.
“Dude. that's highly illegal.” she stated lamely, trying push away her panic.
He laughed lightly and donned a huge goofy smile, like the one the sheriff often joked around with. “There's also these files dad asked my to bring. Nice to meet ya by the way, the names Parke Paine.”
He jumped down quickly and shoved the mush into her hands before she could respond and grabbed multiple file boxes. Achor opened the door for him, keeping an eye and watched his every move.
Parke didn't even bother to glance around the room before shoving the file boxes into a corner. Curiosity burned in his eyes but he still refused to look at her shit.
Mucho appreciated, she noted. Together they moved a truly absurd amount of boxes into the room, Achor uncomfortably aware of the fact that both her gun and her walkback were to far into the room to be grabbed quickly.
“Hey! I wanted to give this to you!” what the hell did this shite stain want to give her, she had so much work to do, WAY to much work.
He shoved a bracelet into her hand, red and white like the local high school colors.
She almost didn't hear him begin to explain she was so confused, “I’ve been giving them to everyone! We have the biggest game against our long time rivals and dad said he was gonna drag you there!” the dude was getting overly excited and didn't notice Achor freaking out and stumbling an obscene amount of fucks under her breath. “So you need one to support our team!”
“I… shit uh… thanks?” she mumbled, surprised by his goofy smile and happy aura.
He waved and practically skipped out the door, which she shut, locked and frantically ran around the room.
She set to work with the MDCD or Mech Detection and Comparison Device, scanning everything that had been brought.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He must have been telling some sort of truth. Maybe not all but some sort of version. She barely touched the food, noting how it didn't taste strange but was tearable bland as per usual.
Every day the same dude returned, always offering more friendship bracelets with absolutely no excuse besides that somebody in the station needed to fucking accessorize. The only reason she was given for the cowboy outfit was he felt like it and his father, the sheriff, didn't even question him anymore.
Even when school started he still visited, never truly telling why he did but Achor did know she appreciated it. God she hated being alone nowadays. Even her favorite fish couldn't keep her company anymore. Especially Bitch, that bitch ate her own children. Ain't in no hell is that fish gonna be called a friend anytime soon.

"So uh... Why the hell are you even helping around this place?" Achor shocked herself in voicing her thoughts, as was Parke seeing as usually he was the one to ask about everything.
He smiled tentivly and hauled in more files. "I just enjoy helping out pops!" He nervously laughed to try and hide whatever he was trying to do.
By god curiosity was going to kill her one of these days.
"Wanna come in?" she tried to copy him with a more believable smile, to bad they both sucked at it. "I need some help sorting all these files."
She turned and offered an open door, shifting to make sure her gun was still hidden on her, either he needed to talk about something or was going to kill her. Either one would end in a bloodbath of awkward conversation.
He shrugged and practically floated into the room, smiling and waving to her fish who didn't wave back (ugh so rude). They sat across from each other as she pointed around to near the fish.
"Alright, so people go over nest to Bitch--"
"WHAT?"
"The fish and suspects," she waved in the general vicinity away from the fish, "go somewhere over there, your call in all honesty."
"Aren't people suspect?"
She smiled a hollow smile, "Not to me anymore."
The other seemed to catch on to he anxious state and set to work giving joking input on stupid names and feeling to goddamned proud when the other would laugh for even a second; not often did it happen, but when she did, by god was it deserved an award.
"So, what's going on at school? And I swear I'm not your dad, I mean I hope an such,"
He barked a laugh, "Just drama. Half the team is being dropped for something and other kids are part of something suspicious. I dunno exactly cause nobody tells me shit. Probably cause my pops is sheriff but I dunno."
"Its a drug bus I'm guessing." He looked at her in surprise as she plopped backwards onto her back, seemingly abandoning the files. "Theirs name showed up on a customer list, idiots actually put their full fucking names. Told the police and it ain't a surprise they intervened."
He gasped quietly, "And the others?"
"Well, ya know about those disappearances?"
He nodded.
"Well, Those students are buying and selling children, or at least trying to. The officers are investigating it but I'm struggling to find where the kids are going to."
He looked at her in confusion, fidgeting slightly. "Uuuh, isn't this highly illegal information."
There was a twitch of her tail that showed some worry, "Its not illegal if you look into it. The files are public, just hard to get to and piece together." Her smiled was to forced to be reassuring and it was all to obvious she was lying. SHIT, she knew she said to much.
He shrugged it off, "are there any other kids who I should be wary of?"
Achor paused, oh god she had said to much. Why did she have to ramble so much? But maybe just some knowledge could help him. Safety comes with knowledge, right? Right?
"Those kids aren't right in the head, be careful okay?"
The term didn't quite fit.
Hell, it was such an understatement.
Those kids were plain and true all levels of fucked up.
He nodded before freezing and going rigid, "Wait. WAIT. Aren't these files very confidential?"
"Eh probably, I mean they are closed and I've kinda given you permission to handle them. I have high clearance and such so--"
"HOLY SHIT YOUR A SPY?! THATS SO COOL!" He screeched, more excited than the twins on Christmas. He started rambling on and on and on about how cool it was and about how she should try some moves that this comic hero did.
She could only laugh at his glee and how quickly he ran out of breath.
"But seriously, why are you even helping around here, didn't Mr. Paine try and ban you from the station?" She snorted at the goofy smile on his face.
He shrugged before suddenly falling back and flailing dramatically. "People don't tell me anything! They all think I'm such a snitch. Honestly, I didn't even know why the team was shrunk and I'm the captain!"
Achor fell back laughing, "And were exactly do I fit into this, Mr. Snitch."
"Pops trusts ya so you must know some shit. Also you're like a myth in school! so you gotta know somethin since your a mythical creature and id thought Id ask ya!"
She coughed and clutched her hurting stomach. "Alrighty then, do you know about that one cheer captain that tried to poison the water tower."
"What the actual fucksauce have I been missing out on?"

Achor huffed angrily at the sea of files laid out before her, it was the third time she had tried to organize the thrown together file room in the last week and she had no idea how she was supposed to make it work.
“I swear to any god that the day these cumshots actually help out is the day i die.”
She swept into the room, ready to organize this shit like the colors of the wind. It didn't help her illusion with the fact that the air conditioner kept blowing the papers around.
“Heyo!” a teen old english sheepdog bounded into the room and stuck out a paw to her, way too excited to not freak Achor the hell out.
She slowly responded to shake his paw, “My names Haggi but call me GeeGee! Nice to meet you!”
Achor smiled at him tentatively, “Achor and pleasure is mine. Why are you here.”
She tentatively noted her lack of gun and how she couldn't react as quickly as this individual.
He grinned happily and swept some fur from his eyes, “My mom and dad told me to come help so here i am!”
He brushed past her and began to examine the file names, careful to not open them.
“I… Well we should get started. I uh I think we should first just do general organization.”
He nodded and set to work, talking her ear off about some stupid prank the cheerleaders pulled on some other chick.
Slowly they began to carve a path into the sea of files.

Parke lazily laid on her bed, drawing who knows what and rambled on and on about something his favorite action hero did and complained loudly about the comics and their adaptations. Achor snorted at his hate for the movie and clicked rapidly through different links, skimming comments before writing something down and continuing.
“You looking for illegal shit?”
She scoffed jokingly, “such language! What would your father think?”
“That its your fault, Ash. we all know he blames you for the mistakes i make in life.”
“Truth fucking tea my man. Also what six times five?”
“Oh shit math, why?”
“This guy is speaking in code and i can't math right now.”
“Well--”
He shut up at the crackle of her radio. It quickly shut off and turned on again. Off and on.
It stayed that way as Achor quickly shut down her computer and struggled to get the key off from around her wrist.
She grabbed Parke and dragged him over to the secret compartment and shoved him into the cramped place and climbed in herself, locking the door.
Parke struggles to sit upright, causing a small ruckus as he kept falling back down again. She grabbed him and held him in an awkward hug, keeping him upright and also tried to steady her own shaking.
She had been through this all before. It was just another break in. She could do this again. Couldn't she? But oh god it wasn't just her. What if Parke got hurt? Oh god she would never be allowed to forgive herself. Oh god--
“Hey Achor?” she almost didn't hear him his voice was so low.
Gunshots resonated and loud yelling, muffled by the thick walls around them.
“If we don't make it out I just wanted to let you know that i love you, cause like I hear a gun and that's no bueno, you know and i just wante--”
“I love you too you dumb fuck now shush it.”
They slowly sank into silence, the air growing heavy as everything became silenced. They could only hear their heart beats and the breath that clouded the small room.
Three knocks rocked their world as Achor stumbled and shakily unlocked the door, opening it and dragged Parke out by the collar, who looked like he was going to piss himself.
The sheriff quickly enveloped them in a hug before nodding and giving a knowing look as Achor set off in rebooting and clicking away again at her computer.
He handed his son a the MDCD and patted him on the back, walking out with a tired look in his eye and a slump in his shoulder.
So they set off into the long, long work in scanning everything and hiding everything, working to make Achor disappear from the world once again.
Parke later collapsed into the bean bag, tired and falling asleep before pulling out one of his many stashed comics.
“THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS.”
“What”
“THEY TORE UP MY FUCKING COMIC!”

-=worst of it all below=-

Workers trudged about, twisted grins edged themselves into sick faces. Many were drenched in blood and what she could only guess was vomit. It would explain the rancid smell that choked the air from her lungs.
Bodies stared at them as they limply hung from harnesses, eyes hollow and made of a sparkling glass. they had no limbs to struggle or wave about. they were living dolls. living had become a rather loose term. Wires twisted from them, spinning into the abyss above and into metal grates below.
The pup next to her started to tear up, he couldn't have been any older than eight. Some worker laughed and kicked him in the small of the back.
They were thrown into a dim, grey room, covered in filth and old dried blood. A drain with a chain and shackle were the only decoration besides the grim light that barely illuminated the room. The pup buried its head into her side as she held onto him, whispering spun stories that Parke used to try and plan out and rubbed small circles into his aching back.
A metallic beep screeched overhead and water dumped onto them, so cold it felt like needles piercing their skin. Achor shielded the pup as best she could. some of the captives sputtered and overs choked violently. as quickly as it started, it stopped. The door unlocked and someone tried to hold it close. a lean and wolfish mutt threw the brave soul against the wall. something snapped and they didn't get up again. He grabbed a ram and dragged him out, locked the door behind him.
Everyone tried to block out the screams. they found them even worse when they stopped.
The food was nothing more than limp lettuce and old fish, which Achor gave to the pup and refused to eat her own.
The MUtt came back in and forced them into a line on the wall, Achor was at the back as she had made herself sick by refusing to eat.
THe ram was dragged in, missing eyes and a leg that was violently ripped of. large cuts trailed from his cheeks to down his sides and in between the toe beans of his only paw. he lay next to Achor and groaned in pain for a while before going mysteriously silent.
The first in line was dragged out and the metallic screech sounded again. everyone scrambled to shield themselves. Achor was to slow and she was terribly drenched.
a day later the first was dragged back in, no limbs and eyes a beautiful, pearly blue.
nobody wanted to watch what happened next. nobody wanted to even think about it. they all knew it would be their fate also. it was just a question of how soon.
Days passed with every morning and every evening marked by the bell. that damned bell and icy water that burned them and caused them to scramble and scream.
The next day the small pup was dragged out. Achor screamed and tried to grab them, but was held back by other captives. she was chained to the grate to refusing to cooperate. the rain soacked her the worst each day.
the next day the wolfish man came in and inspected each their faces, he smirked when Achor turned from his rancid breath and flinched away when he ran a claw down her thigh.
weeks passed. the tenth finally was dragged out and nobody flinched at the wolfish dog's inspection. Everyone was quick to get away from the water and there were times the water rained down on them for so long that she forgot how to breath. THe tenth captive was finally taken and nobody bothered a second glance. it wasn't worth the struggle.
Achor stopped tryign to get away from his fowl breath, she didn't even bother trying to watch him move around the room. what was the use? he had no weakness. she had failed in every way. it wasn't worth it anymore.
some day along the way carrots were dropped into her food. apparently she had made some sort of cut. she didnt know whether to be proud or extremely angry.
the ram's smell grew worse with each passing day. he twitched occasionally but didn't move other than that. It almost scared her when the rat escaped from its nest in the ram's stomach.
a week later and they still hadnt removed the kid.
the mutt came into inspect their faces, a few he rubbed the dirt away and sent them off, to dirty to sell. he was angry that their production had gotten to be so slow.
He again inspected everyone, Achor couldn't help but fidget everytime he passed her to inspect everyone.
He caressed her cheek, nuzzling into her muzzle. he smelled like rotten meat. He grabbed the back of her shirt and bit into her shoulder. she screeched and tried to move away. she passed out.
Loud shouting and pain were the only thing that registered. she was sat in a police car, wrapped in Parke's favorite blanket. everyone was rushing outside, moving things and yelling commands.
She leaned back and clutched the blanket, trying to regain any sense of previous familiarity. The sherriff jumped into the car and smiled at her. they didn't talk as Achor was slowly falling asleep.
They returned to the station quicker than anyone excepted. Achor was locked into her sector by government mandate.
She threw herself into the shower, scrubbing her skin until it stung, trying to rid herself of any hint or trace of that place, changing into something warm incase she was stuck outside by some emergency. She stepped out to find Parke and Haggi sprawled out in her room.
Haggi was knitting a sweater for his grammy, fur pulled back into a mini pony tail with a friendship bracelet. Parke was plopped onto a bean bag, reading aloud his comic in stupidly funny voices.
They both looked up when she walked in and smiled happily, Parke pulling her to sit next to him, not noting the small flinch when he did so.
He continued, his voice, Haggi's laugh, and the soft music playing slowly forming a thick blanket across the room as she slowly sighed into the warmth.
Everything was here.
And maybe everything just might be okay.