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It had been a few months after Aya discovered her ability.
The ability to give life to the toys she sewed.

Her once dull and lonely life was no longer empty, but instead filled with happiness. Even if it was just a small happiness.
She wasn’t alone anymore. Now she had friends to play with and talk to, it was just what she wished for.

However, that doesn’t mean that all her problems in life went away.
At school she was still bullied by her classmates, not for her ability since they didn’t know about it yet, but it was just because of how shy she was.
Aya was always rather quite at school, she was just too shy to talk to the other students. However this made her an easy target, she was easy to take advantage of and far too fragile to fight back.

Aya just wasn’t sure what to do, all she wanted was to become friends with her fellow classmates, was that too much to ask for?

She pondered on how she could get them to like her, but it seemed like all other attempts had failed, and only made them target her more.

So, Aya decided to confide in her plush friends for advice on what she should do.
That’s when one of them, a newest addition to her group, was a dull brownish grey owl named Charles that she would often times call ‘Charlie’ much to his dismay.

The owl spoke up “I know!” He said, coming up with an idea “Why not bring me to school with you, and show me to your classmates! Once they see how wonderful your ‘magic’ is, then their sure to like you!” Charles spoke, confident in his idea.

“Hmmm…” Aya thought about it, she wasn’t exactly sure to be honest, and it didn’t seem like her other plush friends were so sure about his idea either.

“I promise this’ll work Aya! You trust me don’t you Aya?” The owl asked, and all Aya responded with was “of course your right!”

Ever since she was a child, when Aya read any of her fairytale books, the owl characters were always the wises and were usually correct. So..the same had to be said about Charles of course!
She trusted him, and planned on bringing him with her the next day. However the other plush friends weren’t as convinced, in fact they were worried..

So the next day Aya brought Charles with her to school. Hoping Charles plan would work, she revealed him to her class. He moved around, picked up things, and with his small wings he even flew a little. At first some were shocked, stupefied even. But some were amazed and even intrigued.

‘It’s working!’ she thought, with a blissful hope for the future. Everyone seemed so kind..at first…then they asked if they could hold the owl.

Aya was..hesitant..mostly because this question came from one of her antagonizers, she wasn’t sure whether to give him to them or not. But it’s not like her choice mattered. Immediately they took the plush from her arms, she tried to get him back, but the other antagonizers stopped her. Held her back even as she shouted at them to give back her friend.

“Whaaat? I’m not gonna’ do anything” One of them spoke as they poked and prodded at the toy. But Aya felt differently, she could hear her friend speak in pain, with 'ow’s' and ‘stops.’
“S-Stop it-! Your hurting him!” Aya cried out, desperate to get out of their grasp and take Charles away from them.

“Huuh? We’re hurting him? What does this hurt it?” They started pulling at the plush’s limbs and face, his hold body being tugged at by their hands. Until suddenly…
“Whoopsie” One of them had accidentally ripped off his eye…no..it wasn’t an accident..she could tell from the smile on their face that it was on purpose..
This continued for what felt like ages. The bullies continued to pull and grab at the plush, ripping it’s fabric and revealing the cotton within.

“Please stop it! Let him go!” Tears in her eye’s, Aya struggled, just barely getting her arm out of one of the bullies grip and reaching out to her friend.
What was worse was that she was the only one who could hear Charles voice. His pained cries and pleas for help. It was painful to hear, just listening to him call out to her with such urgency..

It was like watching someone you love die right before your eye’s

It became so much for her that she wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to look away from such a frightful scene. Her friend was being torn to bits as he called out for her help, and she couldn’t do a thing to help him. To save him. She was utterly helpless.

This continued on until suddenly, she couldn’t hear it anymore. Aya couldn’t hear Charles voice anymore. And the bullies were done. Dropping the torn remains of her friend, the other bullies let go of her and she collapsed to the ground.
Realizing she was free from their grip, she quickly scrambled on the group to grab whatever remained of her friend Charles. Holding a torn piece of his head in her arms, she brought it into her arms and chest, and sobbed.

Crying and muttering out ‘I’m sorry..I’m so sorry-!’ over and over again. A few onlookers in the class stared, some were frighted and some didn’t say a word.

But the bullies…they laughed.

“Haha, what a crybaby!”

“Only a witch could be possible of making something like that!”

“Haha crybaby witch!”

“Crybaby witch!”

“Aya’s a crybaby witch!”

She wanted to block them all. But all she could hear were their laughs and taunts as they called her ‘crybaby’ or a ‘witch.’
Finally a teacher came to inspect the commotion and broke up the scene and Aya was sent home early.

Aya didn’t return to school for a few weeks. All she did was lock herself in her room and tried to forget what had happened to her dear friend, but all it did was make her cry more.
Even after collecting all of his torn up parts, and sewing him back together as best as she could, the friend named ‘Charles’ never returned. All that was left of him was his empty husk of a body and her painful memories of his last moments.

The other plush friends did their best to try and comfort her, they really did, but it didn’t seem like anything they did even worked.
She didn’t know what to do, other than the other toys, it’s not like there was anyone else she could talk to.

Her father was so busy that he couldn’t listen to her woes. No…it’s that he wouldn’t listen to her. Work was all he cared about now, it made her wonder if her father ever cared to be honest..she wondered about what happened to the once caring man she called ‘father.’

She laid in bed, filled with despair and regret, remorse over what happened. She was so terrified to go back to school, but eventually she was forced to go back. And the torment continued, it never stopped. And no one was there to help her.
Other students were too afraid, too afraid to interact with the bullies ‘target.’ Because if they did, then they would be targeted as well. So no one came to her aid, no one talked to her. Only picked on her, played pranks on her, steal her things and laugh at her.

Everyday felt painful, more than anything she wish she could take it back. She wish she could’ve saved Charles, or listened to her other friends worries about the plan of bringing him in the first place.
Now the fear of even interacting with people became a terrifying thought to her. She was afraid of being betrayed, of being hurt again or lied to again. And sadly, this fear would stick with her for a long time..

But after a few months, she was able to get past Charles ‘death.’ It still pained her to think about it, to think about the loss of her friend. But it wasn’t as painful as it was before.
But she can never forget about what happened that day. Even if she wanted to she can’t. Because that day held all of her regrets and her biggest lost, one that would haunt her forever. So she can’t forget, because forgetting that day would mean forgetting Charles, and she didn’t want that. So she continued to live on with that fear in her heart...

:~ Epilogue ~:

Years later, a mysterious letter came in the mail for her. However her father had gotten to it before she could and he called her into his office. A rare occurrence to be sure.

He knew there was something afoot with his daughter, and now he knew what that was. That she had an ‘ability.’ That she was like the other strange oddities in their world.
So he was sending her off to the school in the letter, she didn’t really have a choice in the matter. But for a brief moment, it was almost like her father felt..remorse?

The tone of his voice was different than his usual stern way of speaking. He told her that at ‘that’ school, she could finally be around others like her, around others that would..accept her.
Maybe he felt regret for his years of neglect, but she would never know, she could never tell what her father was thinking.

But now her fear crept up on her away. To be sent away to a place with people like her…could she really be accepted by people in such a place? Could she really find happiness there? It scared her to be honest..
But this was something she needed to move past, she didn’t want to be scared anymore, she knew she had to grow past this fear. And hopefully she

ahhhh poor Aya- ; < ;
let's hope she's able to get past her fear and make some proper friends at Bayshores, yeah?
But the poor dear is so afraid of people that it'll probably be hard..
I'm sure that when she arrived at Bayshores Academy, and when she saw all the people she thought "A-Ahh..how intimidating..all these people seem so intimidating..!" Probably because they just seemed strong from the get go, or it's because she's good at reading auras that theri auras were intimidating with power..

Ganbatte Aya!

it's actually kinda interesting because I called her plush companions "familiars" which is the term used for 'creature' that obeys a witch
but I didn't even come up with the whole "crybaby witch" thing until after I called them familiars
also witch is sort of a trigger word to this memory, so as long as it's not being directed towards her everything should be fine..? Hopefully...

For the group !

The tear props were made by !

Made in Kisekae 2 by Pochi

Description

It had been a few months after Aya discovered her ability.
The ability to give life to the toys she sewed.

Her once dull and lonely life was no longer empty, but instead filled with happiness. Even if it was just a small happiness.
She wasn’t alone anymore. Now she had friends to play with and talk to, it was just what she wished for.

However, that doesn’t mean that all her problems in life went away.
At school she was still bullied by her classmates, not for her ability since they didn’t know about it yet, but it was just because of how shy she was.
Aya was always rather quite at school, she was just too shy to talk to the other students. However this made her an easy target, she was easy to take advantage of and far too fragile to fight back.

Aya just wasn’t sure what to do, all she wanted was to become friends with her fellow classmates, was that too much to ask for?

She pondered on how she could get them to like her, but it seemed like all other attempts had failed, and only made them target her more.

So, Aya decided to confide in her plush friends for advice on what she should do.
That’s when one of them, a newest addition to her group, was a dull brownish grey owl named Charles that she would often times call ‘Charlie’ much to his dismay.

The owl spoke up “I know!” He said, coming up with an idea “Why not bring me to school with you, and show me to your classmates! Once they see how wonderful your ‘magic’ is, then their sure to like you!” Charles spoke, confident in his idea.

“Hmmm…” Aya thought about it, she wasn’t exactly sure to be honest, and it didn’t seem like her other plush friends were so sure about his idea either.

“I promise this’ll work Aya! You trust me don’t you Aya?” The owl asked, and all Aya responded with was “of course your right!”

Ever since she was a child, when Aya read any of her fairytale books, the owl characters were always the wises and were usually correct. So..the same had to be said about Charles of course!
She trusted him, and planned on bringing him with her the next day. However the other plush friends weren’t as convinced, in fact they were worried..

So the next day Aya brought Charles with her to school. Hoping Charles plan would work, she revealed him to her class. He moved around, picked up things, and with his small wings he even flew a little. At first some were shocked, stupefied even. But some were amazed and even intrigued.

‘It’s working!’ she thought, with a blissful hope for the future. Everyone seemed so kind..at first…then they asked if they could hold the owl.

Aya was..hesitant..mostly because this question came from one of her antagonizers, she wasn’t sure whether to give him to them or not. But it’s not like her choice mattered. Immediately they took the plush from her arms, she tried to get him back, but the other antagonizers stopped her. Held her back even as she shouted at them to give back her friend.

“Whaaat? I’m not gonna’ do anything” One of them spoke as they poked and prodded at the toy. But Aya felt differently, she could hear her friend speak in pain, with 'ow’s' and ‘stops.’
“S-Stop it-! Your hurting him!” Aya cried out, desperate to get out of their grasp and take Charles away from them.

“Huuh? We’re hurting him? What does this hurt it?” They started pulling at the plush’s limbs and face, his hold body being tugged at by their hands. Until suddenly…
“Whoopsie” One of them had accidentally ripped off his eye…no..it wasn’t an accident..she could tell from the smile on their face that it was on purpose..
This continued for what felt like ages. The bullies continued to pull and grab at the plush, ripping it’s fabric and revealing the cotton within.

“Please stop it! Let him go!” Tears in her eye’s, Aya struggled, just barely getting her arm out of one of the bullies grip and reaching out to her friend.
What was worse was that she was the only one who could hear Charles voice. His pained cries and pleas for help. It was painful to hear, just listening to him call out to her with such urgency..

It was like watching someone you love die right before your eye’s

It became so much for her that she wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to look away from such a frightful scene. Her friend was being torn to bits as he called out for her help, and she couldn’t do a thing to help him. To save him. She was utterly helpless.

This continued on until suddenly, she couldn’t hear it anymore. Aya couldn’t hear Charles voice anymore. And the bullies were done. Dropping the torn remains of her friend, the other bullies let go of her and she collapsed to the ground.
Realizing she was free from their grip, she quickly scrambled on the group to grab whatever remained of her friend Charles. Holding a torn piece of his head in her arms, she brought it into her arms and chest, and sobbed.

Crying and muttering out ‘I’m sorry..I’m so sorry-!’ over and over again. A few onlookers in the class stared, some were frighted and some didn’t say a word.

But the bullies…they laughed.

“Haha, what a crybaby!”

“Only a witch could be possible of making something like that!”

“Haha crybaby witch!”

“Crybaby witch!”

“Aya’s a crybaby witch!”

She wanted to block them all. But all she could hear were their laughs and taunts as they called her ‘crybaby’ or a ‘witch.’
Finally a teacher came to inspect the commotion and broke up the scene and Aya was sent home early.

Aya didn’t return to school for a few weeks. All she did was lock herself in her room and tried to forget what had happened to her dear friend, but all it did was make her cry more.
Even after collecting all of his torn up parts, and sewing him back together as best as she could, the friend named ‘Charles’ never returned. All that was left of him was his empty husk of a body and her painful memories of his last moments.

The other plush friends did their best to try and comfort her, they really did, but it didn’t seem like anything they did even worked.
She didn’t know what to do, other than the other toys, it’s not like there was anyone else she could talk to.

Her father was so busy that he couldn’t listen to her woes. No…it’s that he wouldn’t listen to her. Work was all he cared about now, it made her wonder if her father ever cared to be honest..she wondered about what happened to the once caring man she called ‘father.’

She laid in bed, filled with despair and regret, remorse over what happened. She was so terrified to go back to school, but eventually she was forced to go back. And the torment continued, it never stopped. And no one was there to help her.
Other students were too afraid, too afraid to interact with the bullies ‘target.’ Because if they did, then they would be targeted as well. So no one came to her aid, no one talked to her. Only picked on her, played pranks on her, steal her things and laugh at her.

Everyday felt painful, more than anything she wish she could take it back. She wish she could’ve saved Charles, or listened to her other friends worries about the plan of bringing him in the first place.
Now the fear of even interacting with people became a terrifying thought to her. She was afraid of being betrayed, of being hurt again or lied to again. And sadly, this fear would stick with her for a long time..

But after a few months, she was able to get past Charles ‘death.’ It still pained her to think about it, to think about the loss of her friend. But it wasn’t as painful as it was before.
But she can never forget about what happened that day. Even if she wanted to she can’t. Because that day held all of her regrets and her biggest lost, one that would haunt her forever. So she can’t forget, because forgetting that day would mean forgetting Charles, and she didn’t want that. So she continued to live on with that fear in her heart...

:~ Epilogue ~:

Years later, a mysterious letter came in the mail for her. However her father had gotten to it before she could and he called her into his office. A rare occurrence to be sure.

He knew there was something afoot with his daughter, and now he knew what that was. That she had an ‘ability.’ That she was like the other strange oddities in their world.
So he was sending her off to the school in the letter, she didn’t really have a choice in the matter. But for a brief moment, it was almost like her father felt..remorse?

The tone of his voice was different than his usual stern way of speaking. He told her that at ‘that’ school, she could finally be around others like her, around others that would..accept her.
Maybe he felt regret for his years of neglect, but she would never know, she could never tell what her father was thinking.

But now her fear crept up on her away. To be sent away to a place with people like her…could she really be accepted by people in such a place? Could she really find happiness there? It scared her to be honest..
But this was something she needed to move past, she didn’t want to be scared anymore, she knew she had to grow past this fear. And hopefully she

ahhhh poor Aya- ; < ;
let's hope she's able to get past her fear and make some proper friends at Bayshores, yeah?
But the poor dear is so afraid of people that it'll probably be hard..
I'm sure that when she arrived at Bayshores Academy, and when she saw all the people she thought "A-Ahh..how intimidating..all these people seem so intimidating..!" Probably because they just seemed strong from the get go, or it's because she's good at reading auras that theri auras were intimidating with power..

Ganbatte Aya!

it's actually kinda interesting because I called her plush companions "familiars" which is the term used for 'creature' that obeys a witch
but I didn't even come up with the whole "crybaby witch" thing until after I called them familiars
also witch is sort of a trigger word to this memory, so as long as it's not being directed towards her everything should be fine..? Hopefully...

For the group !

The tear props were made by !

Made in Kisekae 2 by Pochi