
Fun turned her gaze away from the stage, rubbing her bruised and sore arms. She made sure her hairs fell to cover her face. She didn’t want to, it was tiring.

Truly, he’s perplexed. Not that he’s surprised at the answer, but he can
sense an overwhelming feeling of
dread coming from the girl, so strong
in fact that he has no idea how she
managed to muster the courage to
disobey him.
With that, he grabbed ahold of her thick
strings, dragging her forwards onto the
stage where the rambunctious children
awaited a show.
Random starter for @fundottxt.

“There’s litterally nothing that makes
me happier than seeing your beautif-
ully TORTURED face as you’re about
to perform for us. Go on, don’t be shy.”