Entry 35: Tabitha Aims to Reach the Wretched Eye (Part 2)

“She’s running.” Her crimson eyes followed as her other self headed towards the tower of blue. “She’s running towards you.” She started to laugh, crossing her arms in front of her stomach, the red ceremonial dagger in her right hand. “She’s actually running towards you! This is hilarious!”

High overhead, a ruby red eye gazed down at the scene. Around it, its nest of tentacles squirmed, writhing about in a sickening fashion. Its massive pupil turned towards the laughing woman, narrowing.

She glanced up towards the enormous eye. “Afraid? Of Me? That’s even more hilarious!” She buckled over from sheer mirth, her chest heaving. “Are you trying to make me laugh myself to death?”

The eye glowered at her, her antics falling flat on it, the tentacles around it swaying angrily. She stiffened, looking back up at the thing, a sweatdrop rolling down her cheek. The Wretched Eye continued to glare at the red eyed Tabitha in a clearly not amused fashion.

“My apologies, my lord,” she squeaked, a nervous tone to her voice. The monstrous eye softened, its many tentacles relaxing. The pink haired girl breathed a sigh of relief, recomposing herself.

“Is the other me a threat to you?” She turned her crimson eyes to the cerulean building the other her had disappeared into. “I’d say so.” A sadistic smile settled in on the woman’s face, red rain starting to fall. “I’ll deal with the other me. Seems like a great day for a rooftop fight.”

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Entry 36: Tabitha Faces Herself Upon the Rooftop

Tabitha leaned over, her breaths coming out in huffs, an ajar door behind her. She stood upon the tower’s rooftop, just having left the stairwell. Red droplets splattered across the flat cerulean roof, a rainstorm raging. The brown eyed girl glanced up towards the horrid eye hanging above her. Even from up here, the living horror was still fairly high up, but she saw the way to it. Ethereal stairs led higher up (led up to the beast), their form translucent yet outlined by the red rain.

The pink haired girl took a single step towards the otherworldly stairs before the bang of a slamming door stopped her. Uneasily, she looked back, her grip tightening around the handle of the Pan of Great Smiting +1. Her brown eyes met the red of the other her, the dagger still in the double’s hand.

“Thinking of having some fun without me,” the copy mused, an unsettlingly playful look in her eye. “I wonder just where those stairs lead. Heaven, or perhaps hell? Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. You won’t be using them.”

The red eyed woman raised the ceremonial dagger, crimson water vaporizing as a violent vibration spread throughout its blade. A sadistic smile lit up her face as she pointed the vibrating weapon towards the original Tabitha, red vapor radiating from the dagger. The formerly glowing glyphs along the sides of the weapon’s blade now shown dark.

“Come dance with me,” the double ordered, a malicious look in her eye.