The day had started badly for a lot of people. It wasn't getting better.

A few twists and turns led to a standard interview/interrogation room in a distant way I noticed the smell of new paint and bleach. My hand cuffs were locked to the table and someone did something to the collar device that I guessed was affecting my powers. The room kinda faded out a bit as I just grew more tired, all I wanted was to be left alone, why doesn't this stop, I just want it to stop.

People talk about having choices all the time, or doing the 'right thing', I keep trying not to go off on their pointy little heads, looking back on it all I never really had a choice until all my choices had been made for me. I'm pretty much over that now but I still find myself thinking about that in the oddest times, like now.

Unless otherwise noted, all talking is in French.

Merry Christmas.

Parish 3: Hitting the Book

A Whateley Academy Tale

by null0trooper

Parish 2: Off the Books

A Whateley Academy Tale

by null0trooper

Parish 1: Buy the Book

A Whateley Academy Tale

by null0trooper

Warning:

This story does have some scenes of self harm and heavily implied child abuse.
It's not graphic, but it is there.

Teri has finally found the help she desperately needs, and Mouser has promised to do all she can to help the lost, little fairy. But even with new friends and the start of a family, it is far from smooth sailing.