A sense of self began to fill it as the waves washed it ashore. Something began to fill it- her, alongside it.

She can feel it, the faint tug and- ah… air. Another doorway has opened itself, but where too? She’s home, or close to home, not her home. Not Salem, not that she could tell. Not her world. Tendrils and suction cups began to writhe and work themselves. Twisting and moving.

Slowly, at first, until they caught themselves underneath her and gained newfound strength and structure. She was now walking- standing. A squid now standing weakly on the sand, growing ever larger and with ever shifting form.

Right, her limbs. Her limbs were… they were now there, no longer slimy, or they are. Gone quickly is the hideous, dark, twisted, mollusk form. Tentacles twisted themselves to reveal arms and legs, a naked body. Organs shift and reform and form anew. Air filled her lungs.

With long, pale hair cascading down her newly formed skin in its own, makeshift robe, covering her unhealthily, pale flesh.

Red eyes stare down at the picture of someone… a friend, friends? Lavinia and… Master. Right… no, there was no need to be a good girl here, is there? A darkened keyhole finally formed in her forehead as she stood there.

Face blank. Pondering what she should do in this newly arrived world. What door had been opened. What the “original” thought of this. A troubling smile, one filled with teeth, began to slide itself across her lips.

“Ah- so this is my new home?”

A giggle.

Gone is the forehead hole, white hair and pale skin. In its place is vivid, blonde hair and blue eyes. Clothed in a dark dress and decked out in bows, Abby was currently perusing the booths at the boardwalk. These smells… the food and drinks… it’s fall! Her eyes were pinpoints of excitement as she peeked up over one of the counters, drooling as she looked over the candied apples, the donuts, the waffles!

Ah-! It all looked so very good and her tummy rumbled with anticipation to be filled! She wants some so dang badly! Mm, but you have to pay for all of this, right?

Blue eyes stare longingly at a fresh apple….

She was curious, sue her. Large, black, and twisted keyblades in hand, Abigail began to look around her. Everywhere there was that viscus blood and smell of death, decay and the delicious scent, and sound, of fear.

In her current state she didn’t look all that perturbed. Not as much as a girl as young as her should be. She looked more… amused? Curious? There might be a hint of worry mixed in there. “Ahaha~. Now I wonder what could have happened here?”

Spoken in a sing-song voice as her naked feet padded around lightly. Looking things over with her red eyes, keyhole present on her head and large, black hate tilted back. Bad girl Abby mode had been activated ever since stepping on the rocky outcrop. Distantly she could hear her Father, her Lord, whispering something to her.

Another giggle.

“Ia… Ia… ehehe~! How exciting this is turning out to be!”

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