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princess maker - AlcheME!
[ When you insert the key and open the door, you'll find yourself in a humble cottage, in what seems to be the living room specifically. There are several doors, but a specific one catches your eye: simple in its decoration, the door has a cute little wooden plaque with flowers carved into it. Though the door is closed, you can see through it—as if it's somewhat transparent.
A wooden cradle sits in the room beyond, which is otherwise plain. Inside, a baby sleeps peacefully. When she stirs, calling for her parent, you are there to cradle her back to sleep. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby coos pleasantly, giggling jovially when you (presumably) make faces at her; she tries to pick herself up and falls over, but she does not cry; a disagreement between you and her lead to a thoughtful discussion; the young girl carries a large laundry basket to do chores; she buys a pet bird, looking so proud for having earned the money all by herself; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 stands, smiling at you. A bird with beautiful plumage rests on her shoulder.
This is your daughter. You tried your best to rear her, and she's been good to you. You know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. But you also know it's not easy to become a princess - she'll have to work hard, and she's capable of it but you'll have to guide her hand, most certainly. Better she become a princess than go off to war, though; you could not stand to see your baby girl die on the battlefield. Whether she actually becomes a princess or not . . . well, that's up to fate, isn't it? All you can do is try your best. ]
A wooden cradle sits in the room beyond, which is otherwise plain. Inside, a baby sleeps peacefully. When she stirs, calling for her parent, you are there to cradle her back to sleep. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby coos pleasantly, giggling jovially when you (presumably) make faces at her; she tries to pick herself up and falls over, but she does not cry; a disagreement between you and her lead to a thoughtful discussion; the young girl carries a large laundry basket to do chores; she buys a pet bird, looking so proud for having earned the money all by herself; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 stands, smiling at you. A bird with beautiful plumage rests on her shoulder.
This is your daughter. You tried your best to rear her, and she's been good to you. You know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. But you also know it's not easy to become a princess - she'll have to work hard, and she's capable of it but you'll have to guide her hand, most certainly. Better she become a princess than go off to war, though; you could not stand to see your baby girl die on the battlefield. Whether she actually becomes a princess or not . . . well, that's up to fate, isn't it? All you can do is try your best. ]
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Your daughter's alignment is now neutral good.
Dear Z has started to become more withdrawn -- your advice struck a chord with her, and now she only lets her negative feelings known to those closest to her. It's made her rather popular in class -- she's cheery and preppy and everyone thinks she's wonderful. Her teachers have had nothing but good things to say about her obedience, even if there's times where she seems to underperform...almost as if it's on purpose, but surely such a wonderful girl wouldn't be so malicious like that.
Despite her popularity though, or perhaps because of it, there's a cadre of students who harbor a dislike of her. And they recently got one of her few confidants to talk somehow -- spilling all of her deepest darkest secrets, almost every single dark thought she's had about another person or situation.
She lost a lot of friends as a result, coming off as 'two-faced'. She's been distraught, but still keeps up the facade, just barely. After all, she couldn't bear for her heart to become rotten.
So she keeps writing in her diary, even as she and her remaining friends become the subject of bullies she doesn't fight back against.
What do you do?
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They also advised her on how to turn the situation around: by getting the mean bullies to trust her and bring justice on them. The bullies chose to hurt her, after all, and might hurt others too. Be discreet about it and don't go overboard, though! Actually being two-faced isn't going to make things better!
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[hE KNEW HE WAS GOING TO BE BAD AT THIS HE KNEW HE WAS GOING TO BREAK IT HE KNEW HE WASN'T READY FOR MOTHERHOOD]
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ah... they broke it...]
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Have... an awkward headpat, Z...]
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the tears ]
I don't understaaaaaaand!
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There, there. We'll "talk" about things, and maybe we can figure it out... together. All "three" of us.
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First up, I'm sorry about what happened to you. It was shitty, and you didn't deserve it.
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...We still know you're a "good girl", okay?
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