The pale, translucent girl slowly stepped forward, but when she tried to speak nothing came out, so she slowly tried again. "Who-…" She had to cough for a moment. "Who are either of you…?"
She looked kindly confused, pausing before leaning against a gravestone and promptly falling through it and disappearing into the ground for a few moments before she popped her head out of the ground, looking around with wide eyes, looking down at herself.
The rest of her body was still in the dirt, but she soon stepped out and looked around. "What happening…? Why are we-…in a cemetery?" She looked from the girl directly in front of her over to the girl who had fluffy ears. She wanted to touch the ears but stopped herself from moving closer. She seemed to be scared of everything that was happening around them.
She frowned as the girl seemed to relfect her questions back at her and she furrowed her brows, creasing them together.
Who ..who was she..exactly?
She turned back to the tombstone, the name was familiar but she was definitely alive right? She wasn't dead, she was standing right here and talking to two other girls.
She turned to the more transparent girl, watching her and making slow steps toward her.
"I don't..I don't know…who are you? Also, I would like to know why we in a cemetery if either of you know… because I sure don't." She huffed slightly, disliking that she didn't know anything and was stuck with feelings.
She stared at the transparent girl for a long time, just watching as she fell through solid materials. For some reason, they wanted to take her hand and see if she was alright. But that would be weird. She didn’t know this girl, she was certain they had never met her. And yet…
So strange… they looked between the two other girls. Something was clearly amiss.
“I don’t know…” she muttered, “so, you guys also don’t know who you are? Why we’re here?” Their hands drifted to the edge of her sweater, tugging at it nervously. “I think… something must’ve happened… but I don’t know what. Do guys know anything that… might have happened before?”
She shook her head as well, crossing her arms over her chest nervously. When she did, she slowly calmed down. Why did that calm me down? She thought to herself for a few moments before looking over at the other two girls. "No-…the only thing I remember is sitting up on that grave over there and then seeing you two." She said simply.
She slowly turned and walked back to that grave she'd sat up on, going down to read it out loud. "Mariana Romero…loyal daughter, sister, and friend. Her soul was taken too early, but may her love live on in those she touched." She looked up when she stopped reading, to the other girls. "What do the ones you woke up on say?"
She watched the girls talking, noticing how they interacted and what they sounded like, she turned to the other girl, the more see through girl as she read the tombstone, she stared at it, and her as she read it before moving to go back to her own tombstone and frown at it.
She moved to trace the letters of her name as the girl asked about their tombstones.
"Airi Kenosha….as adventurous in life as she was in death, beloved daughter and friend."
Her ears flattened on her head as she got chills down her spine, she quickly shook them away and her ears popped back up again. She turned towards the pale girl. "Yours?"
They were quiet, half thinking and half watching the other girls. Her hands fidgeted with the edge of her sweater. What was going on? They all woke up here, in a graveyard, with no memories. That can’t be a coincidence.
She glanced at the gravestone, the words carved plainly into it. “Eve Crimson,” she read aloud, “Daughter, cousin, and friend. A girl who had so much potential, but is in a better place now.”
Reading it aloud made the name more real, somehow. This must be their own name. It felt right somehow. It was strange to rely on her own intuition. Logically, there was no way to confirm whether or not it was, but something like your own name should be difficult to forget.
Once more, she tried to lean against the tombstone, but this time she was able to lean against it. For a few seconds, that is. She fell through it once more, disappearing into the cold ground before only her head popped out. “Are these our names? There’s no way we wouldn’t have woken up on very specific patches of the graveyard if we weren’t connected to them.” She explained softly.
Then, she saw something thing and walked towards it. She tried to poke at it, but her finger went through. She stared at the item for a long while before realizing what it might be. It looked like those necklace lockers that you could put pictures inside of. She was slowly able to pick it up, but she instantly held it up to the paler girl. “I might drop it again, what’s in this?” She asked kindly and softly, still half-way in the cold ground.
(I’m so sorry I forgot to add that part-! I edited my response ^^)
(Yeah that's a locket lol. That's cool tho)
“It would make sense…” she mused. “And it feels so familiar…”
Her eyes landed on the green-eyed girl’s strange inability to obey the laws of physics. After studying her and the object, they almost wanted to make some snarky remark, but the other girl’s soft words prevented her from doing so. They gently took the necklace from her and inserted her nail between the small division in the silver coating to open it. It opened with a tiny snap!, allowing them to examine the contents.
“A photo,” she reported. “Some people, smiling. Perhaps you remember them?” They asked, holding it up for her to see.
She moved to sniff her tombstone, before moving away from it to look at the two interacting.
so…then…that's my name..? She thought as she watched the two interacting, her ears twitching around as she listened to the examination. She moved scratch under her ears, her fluffy ones. She quickly found out she didn't have any normal human ears, and only the fluffy ones.
She moved even closer to the see through girl, moving to look at the photo in the locket with a tilted head.
"they look…happy."
The girl paused and tilted her head, examining it for a few moments before she slowly shook her head. “I don’t remember them, no.” She said softly and looked up at the wolf girl. “They do. And they look familiar. But I have no clue.”
She went back to examining the locket before she huffed in annoyance. “Why can’t any of us remember anything? Especially our names? We should know our names, right?” She looked up at the girl with the pretty wolf ears. “Do you remember anything?” She asked, her voice gentle and slightly rushed.
She noticed the way she looked at her ears, before making eye contact with her.
"If you want to touch them you can, they are pretty soft." She moved them around wiggling them.
She sighed before shaking her head as her tail dropped behind her.
"I've got not a single memory, just a familiar feeling I couldn't explain to you if I tried." She looked down at her clothes and then grabbing her tail behind her and feeling it gently before letting go.
"I do think….maybe…I feel a connection to you both."
They sighed rather defeatedly, and put the locket in her pocket for safe keeping. Her eyes were drawn to the wolf girl’s swiveling ears as they listened to her talk. She nodded in agreement.
“I feel the same way,” she said. “I have this sense that… something came before… something must have happened to us.” She turned her gaze to the green-eyed girl. “You couldn’t have always been that… transparent. And you,” she looked at the other girl again. “couldn’t have been born with those ears, and that tail. And I… “ their lips curled up to show her fangs, glinting in the faint moonlight. “I do not remember these, but they feel… new. I haven’t always had them.”
Blinking at the girl’s words, her hand drifted to her chin. “You too? You also feel familiar to me. Do you think we’ve met?”
The girl nodded as she jumped up into the air, floating a bit before she landed on her feet. “Yeah. There is no way all of us could have been previously like this. And not have any memories at all.” She said softly, licking her lips and pressing them together as she walked over to the girl with the wolf-like ears to gently touch them. Her fingers went through them at first, so she pulled away with a disappointed face.
She didn’t say anything else for a few moments, her seemingly glowing green eyes looking around them. “Maybe these gravestones do have our names on them? But what if they don’t. Then it would just feel weird using them…” she was mostly talking to herself, but she zoned back into the conversation. “I agree. There is something strange happening, and it seems we are all connected in some sort of way.”
she shivered slightly when she felt the hands go through her ears, they twitched around a little bit.
she moved to put a hand on the girl with green eyes shoulder, and her hand went right through her, and she practically fell through the girl, falling onto her face.
"yeaaaah, if i were to guess that's definitely not normal." she moved to get up, shaking her head slightly, almost like a dog would. she looked at the other girls fangs, "i have my own pair of those, like a pair of fangs dogs have." she licked her tongue over her fangs.
she turned back to the other girl, hearing her.
"if your uncomfortable, we could always make our own names." she smiled at her.
The girl had been about to ask if she was alright, but she kept on talking as if nothing happened. They glimpsed at her fangs before tilting her head.
“They do look like dog’s canines,” she noted. She fingered her own fangs. “Mine just feel like my teeth have elongated.”
Their gaze flickered between the other two. “Maybe, it’s possible, but it’s too strange that we should wake up on top of the graves…” Suddenly, a thought came to their mind. She turned back to the grave and checked the dates. “If I’m not mistaken, this person died when she was 17 years old… do you guys remember how old you are? I don’t, but… 17 year olds don’t usually die all that often…”
Thé transparent girl shook her head. “No. They don’t.” She explained softly. “And I don’t remember anything about myself. My name, my age, anything.” She skipped back to the grave she’d woken up on, before calling over to the other two girls. “This one says 16!” She comments before starting to walk back slowly to avoid falling into the cold ground once more.
As she stood there, she got distracted and looked up. Barely though the fog, you could see the bright full moon. She pointed up at it. “Full moon at midnight-…it’s so pretty.” She commented softly, losing sight about their problem at hand as she zoned out, trying to hardest to see every part of the moon.
She moves back to her grave to analyze it. "oh mine says 17 as well…that's weird." She turned to make another comment looking at the see through girl but noticed hpw she was distracted by something, and she looked up and saw the full moon. Immediately getting distract by it, her tail wagged behind her slightly.
"the moon is really pretty…and it's so bright too."
She felt an itch in the back of her mind to do something.
They blinked. Why were they looking at the moon? She did not see the point. Sure, it was pretty, but they couldn’t get distracted now.
17, 16, 17… and all right next to each other. They all woke up on each one. None of them looked old enough to die of old age, of course. Not young children, either. Based on the other girls’ appearances and voices, they could be no older than 20, and no younger than 14. Her own voice was deeper than theirs, but they didn’t feel like she was 35… was it possible to feel your age? They weren’t sure.
“We are in the age range of these girls, I think…” she muttered aloud. “And we woke on top of their graves… is it really possible that…?”
At the edge of the graveyard, a presence was stirring. Something was wrong. Something was not where it should be. The line that was so firmly set in stone had been crossed. It must be set right.
The dark force made its way toward the undead, the trespassers.
She was still zoned out, but when they started to talk again, she turned her attention back to the one who seemed like she was the leader of them. "Possible that-…?" He then looked around as wl. "That we're the girls who died?" She guessed softly, tilting her head cutely and thinking. "Well it could be possible, I guess-…but these girls were probably human. None of us are humans." She comments softly and leaned back against a gravestone, falling through it but just sitting up happily on the cold ground.
She looked back at the tombstone that she had woke up Infront of, thinking about how they could even be the girls that died since they were nowhere near human.
She then sensed something coming towards them, her ears twitching towards the sound and she looked towards it.
She got up quickly, her tail furr spiked up in agression.
She narrowed her eyes.
"something is coming, be on guard." She spoke firmly, not taking her eyes off of where she heard steps in their current direction.
None of us are humans… She suddenly felt really strange when the other girl said that, like they weren’t supposed to be here. That something was wrong, that that shouldn’t be possible. They weren’t supposed to exist.
They were about to respond when the wolf girl alerted them. They looked around, but the fog was thick. She did not have the sense of hearing and smell that the wolf girl probably had. So, she braced themself, searching the fog and preparing for more company.
A shadow filled the space ahead of them, and sure enough, from it emerged a… dog. It was large, with black fur covering its lean body, and glowing eyes. It bared its teeth, growling in what seemed to be frustration.
”Three!” it snarled. ”Ugh, this just makes my job so much harder!”
The green-eyed girl looked up when a fourth voice joined them, and she paused, standing up from the ground and staring at the dog with a stunned look on her face. Everything was so confusing to her, but she knew one thing. This was a dog. And dogs meant good luck. "Did that puppy just talk?" She asked after a few moments of silence, eyes wide and curious as she stared at the dog before crouching and effectively falling into the ground once more, only her head appearing over the dirt. She let out a squeak of surprise but fell silent as she slowly walked back to where the other two girls were, confused but interested in the dog.
