Oh, look, a songfic!
I kinda really wanna write a novel for futurecake verse, so this is kind of just for figuring out her character a bit more. Also, I just wanted to write this.
I dance around this empty house
She'd cut ties with this place long ago. So very long ago. Years of history between them now, but still... sometimes, sometimes on the weekends, when she'd take the bus out, sometimes she'd find herself here. And so she stumbled out of the bus, half-awake at the stop, sipping on her milkshake absently as her messenger bag bounced against her thigh.
This used to be a funhouse
It was empty now. The weekend, late in the day, and even the janitors had headed home. So she stood there, outside the haunting chainlink, and sipped on her milkshake.
Screaming down the halls
Spinning all around and now we fall
And it stood there, staring back at her. A testament to her hatred and pain. It was empty, that place, in so many ways. It was haunting and cold, and she could feel it wrap about her heart in such a sinister way.
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
It should have fallen long ago, along with all of them. It should have bled the same as her. But it was still there. Always still there. Taunting and smirking at her and she couldn't stand it. She never could.
Once a tickle, now a rash
That building was a testament to the worst time in her life. When she learned about the world for real. When it finally hit her. When everything changed.
This used to be a funhouse
In elementary school she'd never really noticed. But in middle school, oh how it all changed. How friends so quickly turned to enemies. How fastworlds could end, if you let them. And oh she did, she let it all die. She didn't know how to stop it, then. She didn't know a godsdamned thing back then.
But now it's full of evil clowns
So here she was again, staring at that place and chewing on her milkshake straw. Contemplating how everything once went wrong, and how she'd begun pulling her life back together. Contemplating how she'd once thought the differences didn't matter, and they could all be friends. How she thought they didn't mind, how she once believed they found it amusing and loved to hear about her visions. How she once thought she could tell people who she was. How all that was so lost.
I'm gunna burn it down, down, down
She was flicking the light on and off absently as she mused, eyes staring at a window on the second floor. A room she hated so very much, in a place that robbed her of all she used to be. The anger flicking back to life as she stared, teeth grinding through the plastic straw. Why did she keep coming back here?
Pictures framing up the past
She flicked the lighter on again, glanced down at the flame. This place was all that really remained of that life. The living things had all scattered and she never much saw them now, wouldn't recognize them anyway. The bricks and cement, wood and nails was all that was left to remind her. All that was left to mock her ruin.
This used to be a funhouse
It should have fallen with all of them. Should have been gone long ago.
I'm gunna burn it down
She flicked the lighter on and off, eyes narrowing at the building beyond that chainlink gate. It was looking back, and laughing at her, she could feel it. She could always feel it.
Echoes knocking on locked doors
All the laughter from before
It was all that was left, and it needed to go. To rid herself of all of this, to move on. It had to go. She flipped the lighter on again, glaring at the little flame, mocking her as everything else did.
I'm gunna burn it down, down, down
She took a few stiff, angry steps forward, fingers clinging to the chainlink gate, glaring at the worthless lock. Flicking the lighter on and off.
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
She sighed, shoved the lighter back in her pocket, averted her gaze from the glaring windows. She could hear it laughing.
Fun
Another sigh, heavy and full of hate. She leaned against the chainlink and took a deep breath. It was over a long time ago. She had no business here. No, not anymore. She had cut ties with this place a long time ago.
This used to be a funhouse
With another deep breath, Ryoko stood and stumbled away, milshake half-forgotten as her bag bounced heavily against her thigh. As she wandered off down the street, she could still hear that place laughing behind her back.
Crumble, tumble, house of cards
I dance around this empty house
She'd cut ties with this place long ago. So very long ago. Years of history between them now, but still... sometimes, sometimes on the weekends, when she'd take the bus out, sometimes she'd find herself here. And so she stumbled out of the bus, half-awake at the stop, sipping on her milkshake absently as her messenger bag bounced against her thigh.
This used to be a funhouse
It was empty now. The weekend, late in the day, and even the janitors had headed home. So she stood there, outside the haunting chainlink, and sipped on her milkshake.
Screaming down the halls
Spinning all around and now we fall
And it stood there, staring back at her. A testament to her hatred and pain. It was empty, that place, in so many ways. It was haunting and cold, and she could feel it wrap about her heart in such a sinister way.
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
It should have fallen long ago, along with all of them. It should have bled the same as her. But it was still there. Always still there. Taunting and smirking at her and she couldn't stand it. She never could.
Once a tickle, now a rash
That building was a testament to the worst time in her life. When she learned about the world for real. When it finally hit her. When everything changed.
This used to be a funhouse
In elementary school she'd never really noticed. But in middle school, oh how it all changed. How friends so quickly turned to enemies. How fastworlds could end, if you let them. And oh she did, she let it all die. She didn't know how to stop it, then. She didn't know a godsdamned thing back then.
But now it's full of evil clowns
So here she was again, staring at that place and chewing on her milkshake straw. Contemplating how everything once went wrong, and how she'd begun pulling her life back together. Contemplating how she'd once thought the differences didn't matter, and they could all be friends. How she thought they didn't mind, how she once believed they found it amusing and loved to hear about her visions. How she once thought she could tell people who she was. How all that was so lost.
I'm gunna burn it down, down, down
She was flicking the light on and off absently as she mused, eyes staring at a window on the second floor. A room she hated so very much, in a place that robbed her of all she used to be. The anger flicking back to life as she stared, teeth grinding through the plastic straw. Why did she keep coming back here?
Pictures framing up the past
She flicked the lighter on again, glanced down at the flame. This place was all that really remained of that life. The living things had all scattered and she never much saw them now, wouldn't recognize them anyway. The bricks and cement, wood and nails was all that was left to remind her. All that was left to mock her ruin.
This used to be a funhouse
It should have fallen with all of them. Should have been gone long ago.
I'm gunna burn it down
She flicked the lighter on and off, eyes narrowing at the building beyond that chainlink gate. It was looking back, and laughing at her, she could feel it. She could always feel it.
Echoes knocking on locked doors
All the laughter from before
It was all that was left, and it needed to go. To rid herself of all of this, to move on. It had to go. She flipped the lighter on again, glaring at the little flame, mocking her as everything else did.
I'm gunna burn it down, down, down
She took a few stiff, angry steps forward, fingers clinging to the chainlink gate, glaring at the worthless lock. Flicking the lighter on and off.
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
She sighed, shoved the lighter back in her pocket, averted her gaze from the glaring windows. She could hear it laughing.
Fun
Another sigh, heavy and full of hate. She leaned against the chainlink and took a deep breath. It was over a long time ago. She had no business here. No, not anymore. She had cut ties with this place a long time ago.
This used to be a funhouse
With another deep breath, Ryoko stood and stumbled away, milshake half-forgotten as her bag bounced heavily against her thigh. As she wandered off down the street, she could still hear that place laughing behind her back.
Crumble, tumble, house of cards