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Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

@Evil Ghost Note Awesome.

@AtrophyLmfao! Good grief.

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

@Evil Ghost Note Totally forgot say I need a bit of a break. Been swamped with school. I got a final project left, then I'll be back at it. Give me a week or two.

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

Time: 10:34pm
Location: Cornell Police Department Interrogation Room

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The TikTok videos weren't interesting after seeing the tenth kid with a red solo cup full of liquor and very loud music in discordance with the yelling crowd. She'd just about put her phone down when the next video started with a kid being slammed into the ground and the screams that followed.

"What?" Saylor replayed it from the beginning, not entirely sure what she was looking at. There was a boy that had been swept away like a wave crashed into him and slammed him into the concrete wall near hard to kill him. He slammed once, twice. She barely made out the breaking of bones over the music and the screaming.

She scrolled to the next video. There was a stampede. Kids trying to force they way out of the double doors. The person filming had made it outside.

"Crazy shit going on here. Kids just started flyin' like something picked 'em up and went Bam!" The video had an odd warping effect to it. She'd never seen a filter like that before.

She scrolled to the next. Video after video showed kids up at the warehouse being murdered in horrific ways by some invisible force. Saylor didn't give a shit about any of them on a normal day. Even had plans to shoot up the school, but even this was too horrific for her imagination to conjure, let alone witness. They needed help. She had to get help.

She stood up abruptly from her seat and started banging on the two way glass. "Hey! Hey! I know you can hear me. There's an emergency. Something's going on up at the warehouse. Hey!"

No one came immediately. Did they think she was playing around? She banging on the glass someone more, until Agent Novak rushed into the room.

"What, Ms. Moon?" she asked, hand reaching for her gun.

Saylor threw her phone on the table and backed up. She wasn't trying to get shot for one good deed.

"The abandoned warehouse on the industrial side of town. There's a party tonight. A lot of kids. Something's going on. They're dying," she explained.

Agent Novak eyed her like this was some kind of trick, but Saylor nodded towards her phone and Novak picked it up. She watched the first video, then the next and the next. All the audio was screaming and crying kids. Some coherent enough to explain what they saw, others mourning the loss of friends.

"Well shit," Agent Novak said dropping the phone back on the table. She jogged out the door, calling for the police chief to get units to the warehouse and to call EMTs.

Saylor grabbed her phone and didn't stay put. She walked right out of the room. Police officers scrambled in the main area of the building, so she turned around and went out of the emergency exit down the hall from the interrogation room. Could she get in trouble? Sure, but she wasn't sticking around. Not when shit's going down and her morbid curiosity got the better of her.

It was a five minute jog back to her house from the police station. She didn't even bother going into the house all the way. She opened the door, grabbed the car keys off the hook next to the entrance, and ran back down the stairs to Ronnie's old beat up Honda Civic from the year she was born. She barely knew how to drive. Mr. Connors was teaching her on her learner's permit, but the streets weren't busy this time of night and she knew where to go.

She pulled off the street and headed towards the warehouse.

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Time: 10:30pm
Location: Cornell Police Department Interrogation Room

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The interrogation when on for another thirty minutes with Saylor stone walling as much as possible and Agent Novak pulling teeth. Saylor's impatience was starting to get to her. Agent Novak looked no more frustrated than when she walked in.

"Can we end this already? It's past my bed time and I haven't had dinner yet," Saylor said with a sarcastic edge.

"We can do something about your hunger, but we can't release you until your parents come to get you," Agent Novak replied.

Saylor glared at her. They weren't concerned about her mom being there when they picked her up. Granted, Ronnie was there when they did, but that drunk could barely get himself up to piss when he'd been hitting the bottles all day. He said he would get himself cleaned up to come over, but he said a lot of things.

"So you called my mom?" she asked.

Agent Novak nodded. "We did-"

"Then you know she's in Philly and isn't coming back for at least another day." Saylor feared she may have said too much, but her mom didn't have the money to get a ticket back yet. "Unless you have someone picking her up."

She hoped they did, but at the same time didn't. If they caught her hooking, then she'd go to jail and Saylor would be stuck with Ronnie and they'd eventually be put out for not paying bills, unless they got CPS involved. That would be a headache didn't really want to deal with. Her next of kin were her shitty grandparents that kicked them out when she was a toddler. Maybe the Connors would let her move in, until she turned eighteen.

"Should we have someone picking her up?" Agent Novak asked.

Saylor shrugged. "Yeah, unless you want me to have a sleepover in a jail cell."

Agent Novak tapped her finger on the metal table, once again having a stare down with Saylor, obviously thinking about something. "I'll have someone get you something to eat. Can't promise it'll be good, but better than nothing."

Saylor rolled her eyes. "Just go to Jimmy's." She looked over her shoulder at the clock on the wall. "It closes at midnight. I'll take a double bacon cheese burger with a fry and a vanilla milkshake." She turned back around after giving her order.

"Like I said. I'll see what I can do." Agent Novak got up from the table and went to the door. "I'll see you in a bit Ms. Moon."

When the door closed, Saylor pulled her phone out of her pocket and pulled up TikTok. She followed almost everyone at school. She never posted herself, but she liked to stay up-to-date with what was going on. If there's shit about her going around, then she needed to know before she walked through the doors. Better to be prepared than blindsided. There were videos from the warehouse out in the forest. Seemed like a major party was going on. If she weren't here, she'd still not be there, but she would trade spots with any of those kids to not be in an uncomfortable metal chair for two hours in a police station.

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

Time: 9:30pm
Location: Cornell Police Department Interrogation Room

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The overhead lights were way too bright to be comfortable. The chair hell on her back and ass. A full water bottle sat on the metal table in front of her. On the other of it was a two way mirror. She couldn't see the agents on the other side of it, but she knew they were there. They'd been there for an hour. About as long as she'd been trapped in this room. She sat with her arms crossed over her chest. Hadn't moved from that position or turned her dead eye stare away from the mirror in just as long.

She wasn't under arrest. They just brought her in for questioning. Her dumbass boyfriend, Jared, went running his mouth about his plans on some loser Discord server, and now he's booked and being investigated. She's part of that investigation given she stayed at his house more often than not. Surely, his girlfriend would know something. Surely, she would. They wouldn't be wrong for thinking so, but she wasn't about to go running her mouth. She'd be implicated too and like hell she's going to jail before she gets her revenge.

At the 9:30pm mark, a woman walked in. White button up, black slacks, badge on her hip, looked like every FBI agent she'd ever seen on TV. The girl didn't move a muscle. Only her eyes tracked her from the door. The woman was spicy white. Maybe white latina. Or some obscure eastern European. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun. Her wire framed glassed sat on her nose. She held herself like this was another day on the job. Like she got calls like this all the time. Given how many shooting were documented a year, probably.

"Saylor Moon, sixteen, interesting name." The woman pulled the chair across from her out and took a seat. She placed the file in her hand on the table. "I'm Agent Miranda Novak. I take it you know why you're here."

Saylor shrugged.

Agent Novak wasn't fazed. Like she expected that type of answer from a teenager like her. "Interesting outfit you got on. My mom used to wear bell bottoms. Didn't think they still sold those." She leaned over to get a better look at them. "Blue with stripes. Cute. Where'd you get them?"

Saylor shrugged again. A thrift find that made up one weird item in her eclectic closet. She did her best to match it with something when the cops forced her to come down to the station. They were gracious enough to let her change out of her basketball shorts and sleep shirt. She had an orange lace up tank top that matched, but that was about it. It clashed with her black leather jacket and her combat boots. She's no stranger to going outside looking like a fool. She wore what they could afford. Either that or indecent exposure.

Agent Novak opened the file. "Alright, so your boyfriend, Jared Con-"

"Ex-boyfriend," Saylor said.

"Ex already. Smart kid. So your ex-boyfriend, Jared Connors, has been planning a school shooting for a few months now. Supposed to take place the week before graduation. What do you know about that?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" She looked down at the file she had of Jared. "Says here you've been living with him for some time. At sixteen, that's a lot."

"His parents have been living with him all his life. You ask them what they know?" She skirted around explaining why she was a somewhat live-in girlfriend at her age.

"Sure, but they aren't intimate with him like you are."

Saylor snorted. "Are you asking about our sex life?"

"No." Agent Novak clasped her hands together and leaned forward, staring Saylor in the eyes. "I mean like sharing secrets, telling each other things no one else knows, emotional support. Intimate."

Saylor nodded. "Well, he didn't tell me about this."

Agent Novak stared her down, and Saylor met her challenge. She didn't give anything away. Not in her face. Not in her eyes. Years of practice pretending she's okay after Ronnie beat her ass two ways to Sunday did that to a girl. The staring contest went long. Minutes ticked back. The second hand on the clock behind her ticked, ticked, ticked. Unflinching, unblinking. Agent Novak was the first the crack. She didn't have the dry of a teenager with too much screen time.

"I find it hard to believe." Agent Novak turned the file around to face her. There were pictures of the guns they practiced with in the forest behind the Connors's backyard. Along with pictures of the last target practice set up they had of glass bottles and painted targets on trees. One picture stuck out to her was of her and Jared, his brown floppy hair sweaty on his forehead. His arm around her shoulder, and her tucked into his side with his semi-automatic in his opposite hand and her borrowed pistol in hers. "You two seemed to know your way around guns. He teach you to shoot?"

"He did, under his dad's supervision. We were never alone with the guns and at the end of every practice, Mr. Connors would lock them back up. If Jer knew the code, he didn't tell me about it."

"Right."

Saylor wished this would end already. She left the hour wait and the last thirty minutes of 'interrogation' weighing on her, but she didn't let it show. Can't let them believe they have the high ground, when they don't.

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

@Evil Ghost Note How does Saylor being physically constrained effect Nightmare when it's attached to her soul and not a physical part of her?

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

Saylor Moon

"You don't wanna know what's on my mind."

_______________________________________________ Saylor Serenity Moon She/Her | 16 | Biracial-Black | 5'5 | 130lb _______________________________________________ Rage _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Shit normal girls wouldn't do." ___________________________________ [+] Target practice ⫻ Proficient with hand guns and semi-automatic rifles. Often went to the gun range with her ex and his dad. The gun range being the trees in the forest of their backyard with handmade targets on trees and empty bottles, cans, and spoiled fruits. Dark arts ⫻ Draws people, places, and things. Has been in every art class offered at her school. Has a sketch book full of macabre things like dead kids with their guts hanging out of their body. There's a few faces in the book that might look like a few kids you know. Money management ⫻ Keeps track of household spending to ease the burden on her mom and make sure her mom's shitty boyfriend doesn't spend all his disability checks on booze.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "'You'd be prettier if you smiled,' they say. What's there to smile about in shitty Cornhole, PA?" Saylor's fair skinned. She gets a slight tan in the summer, but she's not as dark as she would like to be. Her nose is rounded and her black curly hair has multiple textures throughout. The top half is easier to deal with, but the further back it gets, the curlier and thicker it is. Her kitchen is a joy to deal with. She'd had to learn how to do her own hair from YouTube videos. Her mom could never manage it. Her shrinkage keeps her hair above her shoulders, but if she flat irons it, her hair goes halfway down her back. Her eyes are deep brown, her face full, and her lips thick. She's average height at 5'5 and pear shaped. Her hips are wider than her top half. Makes buying jeans that fit difficult. She has to fit them to her hips and butts, meaning they never fit in her waist. She envies girls in her class with bigger breast and more curvy bodies. She's small in comparison and doesn't feel like she measures up to them. Saylor generally wears dark clothes if she can. Grungy fashion, band tee for bands she either knows or doesn't know, skinny jeans with holes in them, tights with rips in them, tattered skirts, and combat boots or black alt style shoes. Sometimes she doesn't have a choice but to wear the hodge-podge of shit her mom gets from donation boxes and thrift stores. If it's cheap, it's in her closet. She always wears a black leather jacket that was a hand-me-down from a neighbor. Her ears are pierced in each lobe. She likes hoop earrings or dangling ones with different horror imagery. She wears wrist bands and multi-colored bracelets on her wrist. There's a plain silver plated ring on her pointer finger, gifted to her by her ex. She keeps her make up light with mascara and sometimes eyeliner.

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"You're gonna hate knowing me."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ What's the point in having goals? The moment we're born we're slowly dying anyway. Besides, goals are for people that weren't born in Cornhole, PA.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Shit. It's all shit. Everything's shit.

SECRETS ⫻ She knew her boyfriend's school shooter plan the whole time, and in the case he got caught, she's to go through with the plan instead. She lied to the FBI when they questioned if she knew anything. That was also part of the plan. What wasn't part of the plan was her going off script. She couldn't careless about who her boyfriend wanted to kill

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual. Boys and girls are on her radar.

FEARS ⫻ Fear of dying a violent death. Either at the hands of her mom's shitty boyfriend beating her to death or getting shanked in a prison after she get's caught shooting up the school.

REPUTATION IN CORNELL ⫻ The daughter of a prostitute. Most people assume she's a whore like her mother. That before she finishes high school, she'll be knocked up by one of many men she's probably sleeping with. That the kid won't know their daddy like she doesn't know hers. Dumbasses love their rumors more than the truth. She's a one boy or girl kinda girl. She don't sleep around. Only ever been with her ex, so if she was knocked up she'd very well know who the daddy was. Girls at school whisper behind her back calling her a 'slut' and a 'whore.' Boys cat-call her and proposition her like it's a funny joke, but she knows if she ever said 'yes' they would jump at the chance.

FLAWS ⫻ She doesn't think before she lashes out half the time. Has a tendency to be violent. The people that get in her way see the worst of her. She's anti-social as hell. Keeps to herself. Treats most people like shit. She's not a joy to be around, but there's nothing joyous about her life that would make her a joy to begin with. She doesn't realize that her ex-boyfriend brought out the worst in her. She wasn't this bad before they started dating. She developed new traits and made ones she already had worse.

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"Do you really wanna know?"

The whole town knows how Saylor came to be. Her mom, Erin Bradford, was a wild child. Drank, did drugs, was loose and hard to control. She got knocked up by some man passing through town when she was sixteen. Never knew more than a first name. Didn't get his contact information. It was a night of fun and that was it. Nine months later Saylor was born. Before and after that there were other boys and men Erin had been with, but most of them didn't look like Saylor's father. It wasn't hard to figure out who she had a black child with.

By the time Saylor was three, they were kicked out of her grandparents' home, but never lived on the street for longer than a few days. Erin was good at getting men, but never good ones. Hard to come by good ones in Cornell. She chose the men that would take care of them for a price. That price was her body. She was fine to make that sacrifice, until any of them started wanting too much. Erin would sacrifice a lot for her girl, but never her girl.

They moved from spot to spot all over town. Sometimes in houses, other single level apartments. There was that time they lived in a motel on the outskirts for a few months. Never nothing stable. All the while, Saylor built up a heavy resent for the town, her mom, her life. When she was twelve, her mom found her longest lasting boyfriend, Ronnie. Ronnie was a disabled drunk that got injured on a construction project ten years before. He can't do nothing more demanding than a desk job, but he'd be damned if he ever worked for anyone again. He drank himself something awful. His worker's compensation long ran dry. His disabilities checks were spend on booze as long as Saylor could take what they needed to live in his run down trailer home per month. Which wasn't hard to do. He wrote down all his bank account information. Saylor goes into his account when she's at school, put what they need into her mom's account, and leaves him the rest to drink with. The lack of money for food and threats of going without heat and water put Erin on the streets as a hooker. She'd take the Greyhound to a bigger town or city, spend two nights making money, then would come home on the third day to check in and deposit the money she made.

Being away, meant Erin couldn't protect Saylor like she used to. Saylor learned to take a beating. To be on edge around Ronnie and dodge when he threw things at her. After Erin saw the bruises, she was ready for them to leave, but Saylor was tired of going from place to place. Ronnie was slow most of the time. If she learned to stay out of his way, then she wouldn't get hit. She convinced Erin she would be fine. Fine looked like barricading her door at night, because of the first time he dragged her out of bed to beat her. Fine looked like spending the little money they had to get a cheap used tent from a thrift store to set up in the backyard on nights she heard him ranting and raging outside the trailer before she could walk through the door. Fine looked like dodging a beer bottle the moment she walked through the door after her first date with her only boyfriend.

It was that incident that spiraled her into who she became. Saylor had been a quiet and nice girl. Afraid of her own shadow most days. Tried to stay out of everyone's way to avoid the hate she got for her mom's job. But Jared turned that all around. He was a Junior when she was a Freshman, and an outcast like her. He wore his hate on his sleeve and made sure everyone knew about it. Was quick to want to fight anyone that had shit to say about him. Took a few beatings from the football team for running his mouth. He barely had any friends and wasn't likeable at all, but he was nice to her. He made her feel seen and special the few times they talked, so when he asked her out she said 'yes.'

They went to the library after school on their first date to watch a movie on the public computer. They shared earphones and ate popcorn he had in a Ziplock bag he brought from home. They weren't supposed to be eating in the library, but the youth librarian gave them a pass as long as they cleaned up after themselves. After the movie, he treated her a meal at the local diner. It'd been about day since she last ate. There wasn't any food at home, and she couldn't eat lunch in the cafeteria without it being ruined by the kids that hated her. She'd never been happier to eat in her life.

He walked her home, gave her a kiss on the cheek goodnight, and she walked into her home narrowly avoiding a bottle being thrown at her head. She walked right back out. Jared barely had the chance to leave, before seeing her shaken up and crying. That's the first night she spent at his house. It became a pattern. Her on the days her mom was around, she'd text her if it was a good time to come home or not. If not, she'd hang out with Jared until she got the clear. If so, then she'd hang out with Jared and go home later that night. When her mom wasn't around, she stayed with Jared instead. His parents didn't like their son's girlfriend practically living with them, but they saw the bruises and how skinny she was. She was on her best behavior in their house, so they didn't make too much of a fuss about her.

It's in all this time she spent with Jared that he got her into guns, taught her violence was always the answer, changed her style to reflect his, got her into death metal and metal, and nihilism as a way of thinking. The changes were the most stark at school. She would be attached to Jared's hip as often as she could, even if it meant skipping class. If her bullies had anything to say to her face, she'd hit them first. If they said anything behind her back and she heard about it, then they'd be hearing from her. All that got her was detentions and a suspension that one time she knocked Becky's tooth out. The school was shit and wasn't known for expelling students. Even the problematic ones. Cornell High was more of a daycare to keep the old people from having to deal with idle minds, then an institution that cared to teach them anything.

It was the building chip on her shoulder that Jared bred, that lead to him telling her his plan to shoot up the school. She knew it from top to bottom. The plan was supposed to take place the second to last week of school when all Senior class would be there before graduation. They'd been together two years now and he'd been planning it for a few months. However, he never got the chance to do his plan. He went running his mouth on Discord and someone reported him to the FBI. He got arrested two months before the plan was to happen, and sentenced for attempted domestic terrorism. Saylor had been questioned, but she denied knowing anything despite knowing everything. She knew the plan like the back of her hand, but she never liked it. It was too messy. Too meaningless. She didn't hate all the kids and teachers at Cornell High. Just a few. The few that should die in her opinion, so she changed the plan.

She would only target the ones that tormented her for most of her life. She knew their class schedules. It would be easy. As a back up plan, there was a semi-automatic rifle and a pistol Jared stole buried in a hole under a dead bush by her house, along with ammunition. The day before the plan, she told, Tuyen, a girl she liked well enough to "Not come to school the next day." She didn't plan on shooting her, but stray bullets happened and she shared a class with one of the girls she planned on ending. The day of the plan, she dug the guns out, tucked the pistol into her waist band and strapped the semi-automatic to her back, then donned Jared's black leather trench coat he had planned to wear. She only planned to use the pistol, easy to conceal and control, plus she wouldn't need all fifteen bullets anyway. She never got the change to even pull her gun out, before hellish monsters arrived and fucked up her plan.

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"My shadow's my only friend."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration - Adjoined

ABSTRACTION ⫻ The Nightmare is an aberration created from Saylor's rage that she can project from her body at will and let's it roam freely.

UNCANNY MIMICRY⫻ When at rest, Nightmare looks like Saylor, sounds like Saylor, and moves like Saylor but in an uncanny way. The eyes might not be just right. Its voice is a little too high or too deep. The way it moves might be slightly off. It's hard to identify what exactly is wrong, but it feels off. It puts Saylor in two places at once, but which one's real and which is the fake?

EYES ARE THE WINDOWS ⫻ At any moment, Saylor can look through the Nightmare's eyes to see what it sees when it's out. Saylor can control the Nightmare in these moments.

THE SHADOW ⫻ The Nightmare's true form is a shadow version of Saylor with glowing white eyes. It stands at 6'5 and has elongated fingers and sharp nails. In this form, it can possess people, act as a haunting in a home, blend into shadows, and attack or defend itself. It's attacks are using it's long nails to stab and/or disembowel. It sinks into shadows to escape from attacks or to travel. It can go from corporeal to incorporeal form and vice versa.

THE POSSESSION ⫻ The Nightmare can possess the Blind when in Shadow form to make them do its bidding. I.e. Attacking other people or paranormal beings, speaking on their behalf, killing themselves, and the list goes on. If the Blind being possessed survives, then they will become Aware.

LIMITS ⫻ The Nightmare can only operate outside of Saylor for two hours at a time, before it needs a rest. It will disappear and become one with her again once it's reached it's limit. The Nightmare needs four hours to recharge. If it maxes out its time limit each time it's out, then it can be out and about four times a day. The shorter amount of time they're out, the more times a day it can come out.

Saylor can only move and see through the Nightmare's eyes and control it when it's at rest. Rest meaning, not on defense or offense. Possession and moving through shadows can be an at rest action. When the Nightmare is on offense or on defense, Saylor has to remain still to see through its eyes and control it. Attacking and defending take up more concentration. When the Nightmare possessions someone or something, Saylor can't see through its eyes at all.

If it takes a lot of damage, the Nightmare will automatically go back to Saylor, even if it's within the two hour time limit.

The Nightmare can only go as far as the town's limits when far from Saylor.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Environmental factors that flood areas with light or break shadows diminish their form, reduce their reach, and hinder their full manifestation. Bright or reflective surfaces can cause it to withdraw, destabilize its attacks, or make it flicker unpredictably. The Nightmare reflects Saylor’s mental state. Anxiety, fear, or distraction increases its unpredictability: it may attack the wrong target, misjudge distance, or lash out uncontrollably. Strong emotional manipulation, illusions, or mind-affecting effects can make it hesitate, flail, or even harm Saylor herself. Its power depends on her focus, so stress or sensory overload reduces its accuracy.

Possession and incorporeal movement depend on darkness. Well-lit areas, open spaces, block its ability to phase through shadows, hide, or move unseen. Its attacks are less precise in these conditions, and it cannot safely engage remotely without Saylor’s guidance.

The Nightmare is physically strong, but blunt force, heavy impacts, or environmental hazards can force it back into Saylor. Outside, it can be manipulated or tricked by reflective or refractive surfaces, causing it to collapse, misdirect attacks, or push it into hazards. Any obstacle that disrupts shadow paths limits its reach and offensive power.

Finally, its loyalty is conditional. The Nightmare protects Saylor only as long as it feeds on her fear and negativity. If sufficiently provoked or manipulated, it may refuse to act, misinterpret commands, or turn against threats unpredictably, leaving her vulnerable.

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"I could've had a worse name."

At the time, Erin was no different than the teenage girls that liked Twilight and named their kids after the characters. Her favorite anime was Sailor Moon. She wanted for Saylor to stand out. Be different than the town that birthed her. Made sure she'd go noticed and remembered no matter what room she walked into, so came the name Saylor Serenity Moon. She didn't even give the girl her last name. She believed Saylor's could be a star all her own. Not even blood could hold her back.

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

School shooter in your area~

Saylor Moon

"You don't wanna know what's on my mind."

_______________________________________________ Saylor Serenity Moon She/Her | 16 | Biracial-Black | 5'5 | 130lb _______________________________________________ Rage _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "Shit normal girls wouldn't do." ___________________________________ [+] Target practice ⫻ Proficient with hand guns and semi-automatic rifles. Often went to the gun range with her ex and his dad. The gun range being the trees in the forest of their backyard with handmade targets on trees and empty bottles, cans, and spoiled fruits. Dark arts ⫻ Draws people, places, and things. Has been in every art class offered at her school. Has a sketch book full of macabre things like dead kids with their guts hanging out of their body. There's a few faces in the book that might look like a few kids you know. Money management ⫻ Keeps track of household spending to ease the burden on her mom and make sure her mom's shitty boyfriend doesn't spend all his disability checks on booze.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "'You'd be prettier if you smiled,' they say. What's there to smile about in shitty Cornhole, PA?" Saylor's fair skinned. She gets a slight tan in the summer, but she's not as dark as she would like to be. Her nose is rounded and her black curly hair has multiple textures throughout. The top half is easier to deal with, but the further back it gets, the curlier and thicker it is. Her kitchen is a joy to deal with. She'd had to learn how to do her own hair from YouTube videos. Her mom could never manage it. Her shrinkage keeps her hair above her shoulders, but if she flat irons it, her hair goes halfway down her back. Her eyes are deep brown, her face full, and her lips thick. She's average height at 5'5 and pear shaped. Her hips are wider than her top half. Makes buying jeans that fit difficult. She has to fit them to her hips and butts, meaning they never fit in her waist. She envies girls in her class with bigger breast and more curvy bodies. She's small in comparison and doesn't feel like she measures up to them. Saylor generally wears dark clothes if she can. Grungy fashion, band tee for bands she either knows or doesn't know, skinny jeans with holes in them, tights with rips in them, tattered skirts, and combat boots or black alt style shoes. Sometimes she doesn't have a choice but to wear the hodge-podge of shit her mom gets from donation boxes and thrift stores. If it's cheap, it's in her closet. She always wears a black leather jacket that was a hand-me-down from a neighbor. Her ears are pierced in each lobe. She likes hoop earrings or dangling ones with different horror imagery. She wears wrist bands and multi-colored bracelets on her wrist. There's a plain silver plated ring on her pointer finger, gifted to her by her ex. She keeps her make up light with mascara and sometimes eyeliner.

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"You're gonna hate knowing me."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ What's the point in having goals? The moment we're born we're slowly dying anyway. Besides, goals are for people that weren't born in Cornhole, PA.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Shit. It's all shit. Everything's shit.

SECRETS ⫻ She knew her boyfriend's school shooter plan the whole time, and in the case he got caught, she's to go through with the plan instead. She lied to the FBI when they questioned if she knew anything. That was also part of the plan. What wasn't part of the plan was her going off script. She couldn't careless about who her boyfriend wanted to kill

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual. Boys and girls are on her radar.

FEARS ⫻ Fear of dying a violent death. Either at the hands of her mom's shitty boyfriend beating her to death or getting shanked in a prison after she get's caught shooting up the school.

REPUTATION IN CORNELL ⫻ The daughter of a prostitute. Most people assume she's a whore like her mother. That before she finishes high school, she'll be knocked up by one of many men she's probably sleeping with. That the kid won't know their daddy like she doesn't know hers. Dumbasses love their rumors more than the truth. She's a one boy or girl kinda girl. She don't sleep around. Only ever been with her ex, so if she was knocked up she'd very well know who the daddy was. Girls at school whisper behind her back calling her a 'slut' and a 'whore.' Boys cat-call her and proposition her like it's a funny joke, but she knows if she ever said 'yes' they would jump at the chance.

FLAWS ⫻ She doesn't think before she lashes out half the time. Has a tendency to be violent. The people that get in her way see the worst of her. She's anti-social as hell. Keeps to herself. Treats most people like shit. She's not a joy to be around, but there's nothing joyous about her life that would make her a joy to begin with. She doesn't realize that her ex-boyfriend brought out the worst in her. She wasn't this bad before they started dating. She developed new traits and made ones she already had worse.

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"Do you really wanna know?"

The whole town knows how Saylor came to be. Her mom, Erin Bradford, was a wild child. Drank, did drugs, was loose and hard to control. She got knocked up by some man passing through town when she was sixteen. Never knew more than a first name. Didn't get his contact information. It was a night of fun and that was it. Nine months later Saylor was born. Before and after that there were other boys and men Erin had been with, but most of them didn't look like Saylor's father. It wasn't hard to figure out who she had a black child with.

By the time Saylor was three, they were kicked out of her grandparents' home, but never lived on the street for longer than a few days. Erin was good at getting men, but never good ones. Hard to come by good ones in Cornell. She chose the men that would take care of them for a price. That price was her body. She was fine to make that sacrifice, until any of them started wanting too much. Erin would sacrifice a lot for her girl, but never her girl.

They moved from spot to spot all over town. Sometimes in houses, other single level apartments. There was that time they lived in a motel on the outskirts for a few months. Never nothing stable. All the while, Saylor built up a heavy resent for the town, her mom, her life. When she was twelve, her mom found her longest lasting boyfriend, Ronnie. Ronnie was a disabled drunk that got injured on a construction project ten years before. He can't do nothing more demanding than a desk job, but he'd be damned if he ever worked for anyone again. He drank himself something awful. His worker's compensation long ran dry. His disabilities checks were spend on booze as long as Saylor could take what they needed to live in his run down trailer home per month. Which wasn't hard to do. He wrote down all his bank account information. Saylor goes into his account when she's at school, put what they need into her mom's account, and leaves him the rest to drink with. The lack of money for food and threats of going without heat and water put Erin on the streets as a hooker. She'd take the Greyhound to a bigger town or city, spend two nights making money, then would come home on the third day to check in and deposit the money she made.

Being away, meant Erin couldn't protect Saylor like she used to. Saylor learned to take a beating. To be on edge around Ronnie and dodge when he threw things at her. After Erin saw the bruises, she was ready for them to leave, but Saylor was tired of going from place to place. Ronnie was slow most of the time. If she learned to stay out of his way, then she wouldn't get hit. She convinced Erin she would be fine. Fine looked like barricading her door at night, because of the first time he dragged her out of bed to beat her. Fine looked like spending the little money they had to get a cheap used tent from a thrift store to set up in the backyard on nights she heard him ranting and raging outside the trailer before she could walk through the door. Fine looked like dodging a beer bottle the moment she walked through the door after her first date with her only boyfriend.

It was that incident that spiraled her into who she became. Saylor had been a quiet and nice girl. Afraid of her own shadow most days. Tried to stay out of everyone's way to avoid the hate she got for her mom's job. But Jared turned that all around. He was a Junior when she was a Freshman, and an outcast like her. He wore his hate on his sleeve and made sure everyone knew about it. Was quick to want to fight anyone that had shit to say about him. Took a few beatings from the football team for running his mouth. He barely had any friends and wasn't likeable at all, but he was nice to her. He made her feel seen and special the few times they talked, so when he asked her out she said 'yes.'

They went to the library after school on their first date to watch a movie on the public computer. They shared earphones and ate popcorn he had in a Ziplock bag he brought from home. They weren't supposed to be eating in the library, but the youth librarian gave them a pass as long as they cleaned up after themselves. After the movie, he treated her a meal at the local diner. It'd been about day since she last ate. There wasn't any food at home, and she couldn't eat lunch in the cafeteria without it being ruined by the kids that hated her. She'd never been happier to eat in her life.

He walked her home, gave her a kiss on the cheek goodnight, and she walked into her home narrowly avoiding a bottle being thrown at her head. She walked right back out. Jared barely had the chance to leave, before seeing her shaken up and crying. That's the first night she spent at his house. It became a pattern. Her on the days her mom was around, she'd text her if it was a good time to come home or not. If not, she'd hang out with Jared until she got the clear. If so, then she'd hang out with Jared and go home later that night. When her mom wasn't around, she stayed with Jared instead. His parents didn't like their son's girlfriend practically living with them, but they saw the bruises and how skinny she was. She was on her best behavior in their house, so they didn't make too much of a fuss about her.

It's in all this time she spent with Jared that he got her into guns, taught her violence was always the answer, changed her style to reflect his, got her into death metal and metal, and nihilism as a way of thinking. The changes were the most stark at school. She would be attached to Jared's hip as often as she could, even if it meant skipping class. If her bullies had anything to say to her face, she'd hit them first. If they said anything behind her back and she heard about it, then they'd be hearing from her. All that got her was detentions and a suspension that one time she knocked Becky's tooth out. The school was shit and wasn't known for expelling students. Even the problematic ones. Cornell High was more of a daycare to keep the old people from having to deal with idle minds, then an institution that cared to teach them anything.

It was the building chip on her shoulder that Jared bred, that lead to him telling her his plan to shoot up the school. She knew it from top to bottom. The plan was supposed to take place the second to last week of school when all Senior class would be there before graduation. They'd been together two years now and he'd been planning it for a few months. However, he never got the chance to do his plan. He went running his mouth on Discord and someone reported him to the FBI. He got arrested two months before the plan was to happen, and sentenced for attempted domestic terrorism. Saylor had been questioned, but she denied knowing anything despite knowing everything. She knew the plan like the back of her hand, but she never liked it. It was too messy. Too meaningless. She didn't hate all the kids and teachers at Cornell High. Just a few. The few that should die in her opinion, so she changed the plan.

She would only target the ones that tormented her for most of her life. She knew their class schedules. It would be easy. As a back up plan, there was a semi-automatic rifle and a pistol Jared stole buried in a hole under a dead bush by her house, along with ammunition. The day before the plan, she told, Tuyen, a girl she liked well enough to "Not come to school the next day." She didn't plan on shooting her, but stray bullets happened and she shared a class with one of the girls she planned on ending. The day of the plan, she dug the guns out, tucked the pistol into her waist band and strapped the semi-automatic to her back, then donned Jared's black leather trench coat he had planned to wear. She only planned to use the pistol, easy to conceal and control, plus she wouldn't need all fifteen bullets anyway. She never got the change to even pull her gun out, before hellish monsters arrived and fucked up her plan.

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"My shadow's my only friend."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration - Adjoined

ABSTRACTION ⫻ The Nightmare is an aberration created from Saylor's rage that she can project from her body at will and let's it roam freely.

UNCANNY MIMICRY⫻ When at rest, Nightmare looks like Saylor, sounds like Saylor, and moves like Saylor but in an uncanny way. The eyes might not be just right. Its voice is a little too high or too deep. The way it moves might be slightly off. It's hard to identify what exactly is wrong, but it feels off. It puts Saylor in two places at once, but which one's real and which is the fake?

EYES ARE THE WINDOWS ⫻ At any moment, Saylor can look through the Nightmare's eyes to see what it sees when it's out. Saylor can control the Nightmare in these moments.

THE SHADOW ⫻ The Nightmare's true form is a shadow version of Saylor with glowing white eyes. It stands at 6'5 and has elongated fingers and sharp nails. In this form, it can possess people, act as a haunting in a home, blend into shadows, and attack or defend itself. It's attacks are using it's long nails to stab and/or disembowel. It sinks into shadows to escape from attacks or to travel. It can go from corporeal to incorporeal form and vice versa.

THE POSSESSION ⫻ The Nightmare can possess the Blind when in Shadow form to make them do its bidding. I.e. Attacking other people or paranormal beings, speaking on their behalf, killing themselves, and the list goes on. If the Blind being possessed survives, then they will become Aware.

LIMITS ⫻ The Nightmare can only operate outside of Saylor for two hours at a time, before it needs a rest. It will disappear and become one with her again once it's reached it's limit. The Nightmare needs four hours to recharge. If it maxes out its time limit each time it's out, then it can be out and about four times a day. The shorter amount of time they're out, the more times a day it can come out.

Saylor can only move and see through the Nightmare's eyes and control it when it's at rest. Rest meaning, not on defense or offense. Possession and moving through shadows can be an at rest action. When the Nightmare is on offense or on defense, Saylor has to remain still to see through its eyes and control it. Attacking and defending take up more concentration. When the Nightmare possessions someone or something, Saylor can't see through its eyes at all.

If it takes a lot of damage, the Nightmare will automatically go back to Saylor, even if it's within the two hour time limit.

The Nightmare can only go as far as the town's limits when far from Saylor.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

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"I could've had a worse name."

At the time, Erin was no different than the teenage girls that liked Twilight and named their kids after the characters. Her favorite anime was Sailor Moon. She wanted for Saylor to stand out. Be different than the town that birthed her. Made sure she'd go noticed and remembered no matter what room she walked into, so came the name Saylor Serenity Moon. She didn't even give the girl her last name. She believed Saylor's could be a star all her own. Not even blood could hold her back.

Recollections: Where the Folds Meet

@Atrophy Icky Vicky, got it. I vote Cornell Cougars.

Recollections: Moon (Off-Urban Fantasy/Horror)

I've arrived! You know I'm in.