So after finally finish writing for the chapter 4 of my story, I found this different story in my folder and almost forgotten about it. As I thought of continuing it, I suddenly remembered my book of ideas is missing and that my mom said that she had probably throw it in the trash (it was her old note book so I understand if she did that). So I'm just sitting here, thinking what to write. I already wrote down everything for the whole one-shot in that book (there's a 20% chance that I will make a new chapter but meh, probably just one for this story), so now I need to re-think everything but as I write this I think I change how it goes. -sigh- Oh well...
Under this is from the story that I'm talking about.
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Yes how similar it is. She finishes her story tilting her head down, gripping her apron and waiting for the jester to spoke. “Well it certainly is-“ “Your point is?”
She gritted her teeth in grimace and stood up, hovering the jester with her shadow. “It means that he never cared about her, and only use her just so he can get close to her sister! Why did he cared for her and shower her with kindness and attention? Making her think that they’re close, only to break her heart?!” In a split second, she felt herself in a cold-dark place instead of the cheery-colorful circus. Tears threaten to fall from the outsider’s lovely turquoise eyes; her vision is blurred as she tries her best not to cry in front of the man.
Panting, the outsider took her sit for the third time, mumbling an apology. She didn’t mean to shout out her frustrations at him, she just, didn’t know what cause her outburst. Since she bought that book, she’s been wondering about the main character and how bad she felt for her. She just felt to share it with someone. Why she wondered. Is it to solve her problem by someone else’s perspective?
After the outburst, both of them kept quite for a while until the Jester decided to confront her, but instead of the Jester; the other Joker spoke first. “So what do you really want from us you ingrate?”
Alice wipes away her tears with the handkerchief that the Jester just gave to her. Returning the handkerchief to its owner, she straitens her back but look down slightly shyly before answering to the ruder Joker.
“I just, want someone to talk about to. I’m sorry for taking it too far.”
“So you thought that we don’t have anything better to do and came to us just to ramble about your stupid problem?! It’s a f*cking book fo-”
The kinder Joker moves his hand to the mask that’s hanging on his belt around his waist in intent to cut off the Joker’s sentence, which mysteriously did. He assured the outsider to calm down and ignore what the foul mouth Joker just said. But he’s right, why is she even telling this to Joker? Why not Vivaldi or even Nightmare?! Vivaldi is like a sister to her; that she can tell her problems to and also a woman that would understand her. And she bet the dream demon would too. So why did she-
“Joker, you shouldn’t shout at the young miss, but I do am confuse. Why are you so worried about a book, miss Alice?”
Alice opens her mouth for a moment before closing it, digging her nails in her apron as the young outsider fought with herself in her mind. After finding the conclusion to do so, then slowly opens her mouth to tell.
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Yeah... I have been stuck for a few days now not knowing what will she will tell them. I will post a link to the story when I finally finish it. For those who are wondering this is a joker/clover/heart no kuni no alice fan-fiction i'm making.
