Oh my, what a tale — what a wonderful tale!
A different technique, to show what entails!
Dara Sepers, the Jekyll and Hyde!
She cannot hide any more… she will not lie!
The lady was—
Dara woke up. She was sitting in the cafeteria, jolted upright by Jeremiah, who sat across from her, leering with that smugness far too big for his little horns.
"So that Kaiju is your Hyde?" Jeremiah smirked, sipping tea with aristocratic dramatics. "Have you seen the news, darling? They say you're evil."
"↲⇅⇛↪⇣⇣⇦⇈⇔↷↷⇎⇯⇬⇚⇙"
"Pardon?"
WAKE UP.
Dara Sepers is trapped in a form!
Who cares if she's quiet — it's really the norm.
Rallio the Hyde has split her mind!
It will take a while for this to unwind.
Technically she's dead, but really she's not!
Depends if she gets off scot.
After the change her heart's in pain!
It'll take a miracle to make her sane.
Dara Sepers. Dara Sepers. Dara Sepers. Dara Sepers.
The girl was trapped in an orange room. Walls glowing, her hair and skin sticking out like paper cutouts. She sat there, bored.
"Rallio! Let me out!"
"No. Rallio stays. It is best for us."
"No it isn't! Let me out!"
"No!"
"Why?"
"It is best for us!"
"Let me!"
"For us!"
"Why?"
"Let me!"
"For us!"
"Rallio!"
"Let me!"
"For us!"
"For us!"
"Let us!"
"For no!"
Voices layered. Rallio. Dara. The narrator. All tangled.
Outside the orange room: Ilya and Richard stood over Dara's limp body in bed.
"Dara Sepers," Ilya hissed. "The girl's evil. I told you, don't touch her. Now look — she didn't decay, and here she lies, motionless but not dead."
"Jonah's here too…" Dara whispered, tears dripping.
But Jonah was dead.
"So what's going on right now?" Dara asked the monster beside her.
"I don't know… weird," Rallio muttered.
The rhyming narrator cut back in:
Dara and Rallio teamed up! That's bad, so we must stop it.
The words fractured. Letters crumbled into red spirals. Two glowing eyes emerged.
"I'm sorry for being mean, Rallio." Dara touched the monster's cheek.
"Enough," a voice hissed — the narrator itself, collapsing into the spiral.
"Wait… you're Melissa."
"No I'm not. I'm you."
"What? I don't want to be you!"
"Go," Rallio growled. "Rallio says go!" The beast shooed the spiral away, until it broke into dust.
"Good job, Rallio!" Dara beamed, high-fiving the creature. An orange gate opened, humming.
"That's the exit!" Rallio shouted, hoisting Dara and charging through.
The gate slammed open.
And they ran into—
???
Who knows?
What was this?
Confusing.