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Edited: February 11th, 2025
Authors Note: People kept bitching how the beginning was weird so I changed it :)
"You are a fucking idiot Cahrion!" I say into my mic, my eyes reading the lines that my client sent me. "How could you do this? You killed our mother!" I speak as if tears are in my eyes. Can't wait for the animation to come out. I hope the viewers like my acting. "How... How could you-" I make a choking noise gasping for breath and as if I'm struggling to breath. Clicking the stop button with a smile I sit back with a stretch. Having been recording now for hours.
That's the third time I've recorded those goddamn lines.. I hope they fucking approve of these ones.. I lean forward and grab the file, editing out all the inbetween and labeling it for my boss. Before sending it off. Looking over to my clock I sigh deeply. Wasted the whole damn day... "Welp, time for dinner then bed."
Walking out of my foam padded closet, I walk downstairs and see my mom plating up my dinner. Hah perfect timing. "Hey hun. Just in time." She says with a smile, handing me a plate of lasagna. "Work keep you busy?" She asks as she makes up a plate for her husband, my stepfather.
"Yup, boss didn't like some of the lines so I had to re-do them.." i say with a shrug. "The check came in though right?" I ask her as I eat some of my food, leaning against the counter.
"Yup, already used some of it to buy your groceries. The rest you can use, just tell me how much and what company okay?" She gives me a smile.
"Yup, will do Ma." I say with a smile, turning around to run up the stairs.
Well I suppose introductions are in order.. My name is Elizabeth Shaw and I have autism spectrum disorder.. I'm 23 years old and have been living with my mother since.. well, always.. You may be wondering why a 23 year old lets their mother handle her finances.. well I don't feel comfortable handling money, feeling as if I won't spend it on the right things and I'll run out when I really need something... so I let my mom handle it. I work as a voice actress for hire for porn animations, audio book stuff and other animators. Although I have no personal experience in the sex field.. I apparently sound very convincing... God bless hentai and porn for references.
When I'm not voice acting I'm crocheting, Playing video games or watching YouTube videos/shows. I usually give my creations to family or sell them online... Anywho back to the story
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Finishing my dinner up, I put my plate down on my desk. Stretching out I quickly go to the bathroom before walking back to my bed. Sliding under the sheets I grab my phone and open Wattpad to search through the endless stories for some good ones.
"No... No.. no... Ooo put that one in the reading list.... No... No..." After about thirty minutes of sifting through stories I have a good haul worth a couple days of reading... All of them my brains newest obsession.. ✨Twilight✨. Although Bella and Edwards whole relationship is toxic as fuck and I do not like it whatsoever.. I do however like the other characters.
Screw Team Edward vs Team Jacob, I'm Team Volturi all the way.
I did NOT like how they were forced to be the villains in the story. They are literally trying to protect their secret from stupid humans and vampires that think with their genitals. But Edward being a goddamn cuck, breaks the rules and keeps his BLOOD SINGER not mate, human. Fucker just wanted to huff her scent like paint fumes like a weirdo since he's too much of a pussy to eat her.. He doesn't love Bella, he loves her blood and I will DIE on this hill. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.
At around three am I finally decide that I should stop reading. Not allowing myself the 'just one more chapter' knowing damn well it will turn into ten.. then I'll be up till the fucking morning..... Taking my glasses off I put them on my nightstand before passing the fuck out..
- ??? -
"Hm? Isn't this a curious sight?" An amalgamation of voices speaks up, looking down to the soul that has entered his lab. "Well, aren't you an interesting little one.... I apologize, but you have died.." he knows the soul can't hear him, but he prefers to do this. Looking over to a book he reads her and her family's cause of death. His colleagues working on her family whilst he gets this girl. "A gas main exploded in your home... I apologize you poor child...." A cheetah with eyes that are stars going supernova looks down, it's spots black holes sucking in the space around it.
The soul glimmers as it hovers over his table. He hums softly and holds out his paws. Beginning the inspection to figure out where he should place her so she may begin her trials. "Hm.. another one with autism.." He says with a smirk. "This will be easy- well, figuring out where you belong that is." He speaks to the soul.
Holding his paw out above the soul he closes his eyes, the room goes dark. He downloads all of her memories and opens his eyes in understanding. "Ah.. a child who did anything to make those around her love her.. even going as far as to change yourself and endure abuse.. you poor creature.. I know just the place that you will love! Although.. I still have to create trials.. it is part of my job." He says to the soul.
Floating over to another bench he grabs a wad of clay and a book series off the shelf. "Now, I must create the perfect body for you. I have already created one to one copies of your home and family so you won't go crazy.. Let's see.." he begins to mold the clay in his paws, forcing his intent into the earthen material. "And... There! Perfect, looks just like you when you were 17!" He says with a proud smile, clapping his paws together. "I'm sorry but you must go back to school. I hope you understand."
Grabbing the book series, he holds them over a blank orb. Smushing them inside the orb glows and transforms into an exact replica of the story.. only with some minor changes. "There! All set! I do hope you enjoy your time Elizabeth. I wish you luck with completing your trials!" He flys over to his bench and grabs ahold of the soul delicately in his paws. Flying back over to the orb he smiles down at her one last time before putting the soul into the orb. "Good luck.." he says with a sad smile.
Setting the orb containing the new universe on his shelf with others.. although they aren't doing so good.. One of them is already dead.. He sighs softly and grabs the dead orb, waving his paw above it he erases everything plucking the soul out and eating it with a hum... His lab dings and another soul appears in his workshop. He takes a breath and begins anew.
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Forks Washington
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Elizabeth POV
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The sun shines into my sleeping eyes, rousing me from my dead to the world slumber. Groggily I sit up and look around, quickly reaching over to my nightstand to take my morning medicine. Getting up and out of bed I stretch with a groan. Noticing that I don't have as much back pain today. Who am I to take a gift horse in the mouth. I think with a shrug. Quickly I go to the bathroom with groggy eyes. Going pee and washing my hands..
Exiting the bathroom I jog down the stairs and slide on my shoes and jacket. Sliding on my crochet hat I made I open the door, keeping my eyes locked on the ground so I don't trip. Knowing damn well that if there's a hole or crack? My ankles will find it.
Walking down the path to my mailbox I look up and stop with wide eyes. This... This is not my driveway..? I blink a couple times, looking back to where I just walked from. That is my house though.. and my stepdad's truck... I quickly grab the mail and speed walk back to the house. Shutting the door behind me with wide eyes. Good God..
"Ma..? MA!!! AY YO MA!" I yell out knowing damn well she hasn't left for work yet.. probably watching Gray's Anatomy.
"What!" She bellows out from the living room, I quickly jog into it with wide eyes.
"Ma, I think we've been abducted." I say with all seriousness, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?" She pause's the TV and turns her full attention to me.
"We've been abducted by aliens. Have you been outside?? Mt. Mansfield ain't nowhere in sight, ma! The trees are all fuckin weird and shit too!" I gesture behind me wildly, trying to get across how fucked this is.
"Honey.. did you have a weird dream last night?" She looks at me in concern.
"Ma, I ain't crazy. The outside! It's its- different!! The mountains- the the- neighbors! The goddamn fence! It's gone! It's different!!!! It's like they fucking took a fuckin cookie cutter and scooped us up, but forgot where they got us from in the first place so they plopped us here and said 'eh here seems fine'!" I pant out loudly trying to get my breath back.
My mom sighs softly, getting up off the couch. Knowing damn well how I am, knowing I want her to see for herself. "Would it make you feel better if I looked outside?" I nod my head eagerly and she sighs before following me to the door.
Sliding on a pair of boots she walks outside and takes a look around. It's still the same as when I saw it. "See?! Weird!!" I gesture around wildly trying to get my point across.
"Honey, it's the same as it always has been." She says looking at me in confusion. "Are you feeling okay? Do we need to take you to the hospital?" She walks up to me and puts her hand on my head, I lightly smack it away.
"Ma, I'm fine!" I scowl at her like she's the crazy person. Is she high on pot??? What the fuck?? How can she not see this isn't home!!!
"Okay then did you eat something after dinner? Did you have one of your weird dreams?" Her mother puts her hand on my forehead again, I just let her. "You're not warm.."
"What? What do you mean?" This clearly isn't fucking Vermont. The trees are a different species. Nothing native to the green mountains I've called home for TWENTY THREE YEARS.
"Honey, we've always lived here." My mom laughs softly. "You must have had one of your realistic dreams hm? Remember last time you had a nightmare about your Uncle?" I nod my head slowly, just staring at her like she's crazy. I know those weird dreams. This AIN'T it chief. Mom sighs softly as she looks at me. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital? It would make me feel better.. You've forgotten where we lived hun."
"I.. goddamnit woman, you know me too well." I say with a sigh, crossing my arms over my chest. Goddammit now I'm worried something's wrong with me. Even though I'm clearly right! But.. better to be safe than sorry.. don't want to be like mom that one time and mistake a fucking heart attack for heart burn.
"C'mon, get in the car I'll grab my keys and your crochet." She runs back into the house, I just sigh and walk to the car. Getting in with a pout.
- ??? Hospital -
My mother has checked me in.. and oddly they didn't have me sign stuff.. they let mom do it.. Weird.. I thought since I'm an adult I have to sign things.. maybe I gave her permission? I shrug my shoulders and sigh. A nurse walks out and calls us in. I sigh and follow her to a room where she gives the the standard tests.. now we wait.
This is ridiculous. I don't need a doctor. I crochet my little penguin with a huff, so in my head that I don't hear the doctor enter. "Miss Shaw?" A really familiar voice calls out. I look up and my eyes widen. Holy fuck! It's Peter Facanelli! I look to my mom and gesture to him. Is she seeing this?! He is like her wet dream!.. but it could be a look alike.... Then again he's still hot. I squint and then nod my head.
"Uh.. hello Dr...?" I raise a brow wanting to hear his name.
"Dr. Cullen." He says with a beaming smile and I chuckle softly, making him confused as to why I'm laughing.. but still smiling.
"Like the Cullens from the Twilight books and movies." I snort out a laugh. "Small world." I say with a smile he just nods his head along.. and takes me to get a scan of my noggin.
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Getting back to the rooms mom hands me my crochet and I return to my pattern. Cursing when I fuck it up just as Dr. Totally not a vampire comes back in. "Well Mrs. Shaw I don't see any abnormalities with your daughters brain tissues." Why is he talking to her and not me? I'm the fucking adult here.
"Then what about her behavior?" She asks him with worry.
"See ma, the doc says I ain't crazy." I gesture to the man, looking at her with a smug grin. Im right, your wrong, shut up - Eugene Lee Yang from the Try Guys.
"She is perfectly healthy." He says with a smile, giving me an odd look that I can't discern. Okay, a bit creepy there doc.. goddamnit brain, what emotion is that? Fucking aye.
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Getting in the car, we drive home. I finally decide to ask. My eyes locked onto my crochet, having finished adding on his lil flippers at the doctor's office. "Okay Ma.. if we aren't in Vermont.. then where the fuck are we?" I ask her flicking my eyes up to her as Classic rock plays in the background.
"Forks Washington." She tells me as she drives. I chuckle at her with a smirk. Been reading Twilight again ma? Your fuckin team Edward ass.
"Really funny. Now where are we really?" I shake my head in amusement.
"Honey.. we live in Forks. Right next to your dad's friend Chief Swan..?" I take a good look at her, noticing she has her serious eyes.. oh....... So that wasn't Peter Facanelli.... I feel the beginnings of a panic attack begin to boil up inside me. Hold it Eli. Hold it like a fucking turtle head poking out!
She parks the car in the driveway. "I'm... I'm going up to my room." I dash past her and rush up into my room hiding in my closet with my anxiety blanket wrapped around me. I begin to have a full blown panic attack. HOLY SHIT! SHE WASN'T LYING. OH MY GOD I MET A FUCKING VAMPIRE!! AHHHHH!!!!! I scream into my crochet bear I made.