Talk:Chimaera/@comment-26376061-20170429122952

You are a senior at a mamono-friendly high school, walking to class with your friend. "Hold on. I need to grab something from my-" She freezes in her tracks, and you soon know the reason why. Spray-painted on both her locker and the ones around it is a variety of messages, ranging from "stitched together freak" to "kill yourself, you FUCKING MONSTER".

The light in her eyes dies as her face begins twitching, expressions half-forming before melting away, as her limbs try to do a million things at once. Her personalities are all attempting to take control, and thus she's going out of control. Her wings carry her into the air before dumping her to the floor, tongues of flame spewing from her lips and tail.

Several people have gathered around you, but they don't do anything except laugh. A Werecat even pulls out a camera.

Amidst all of this, you see a Hellhound smirking, a can of spray-paint peeking out of the pocket of her jacket.

WDYD?