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Here's the Yandere Amelia I promised! Obviously a little out of character since I had to change so much to make out sweet detective insane, but just chalk that up to her being a different timeline's Amelia. I call this one "The Broken Girl from the Broken World"
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It was the perfect evening to spend with your soulmate, and you knew it. That's why you were sat so comfortably on a mundane park bench, with your girlfriend nestled up against you looking up at the night's sky. It seemed like an evening so normal yet magical that it felt like it was made just for the two of you to enjoy together in your perfectly normal life. It even had those memorable little imperfections, like when you cut your thumb helping her make tonight's date night dinner and she spent a few tender moments patching up your hand. It was that moment you realized there wasn't a single girl in the world that would make you happier than your girlfriend. But there's a certain anxiety that can well up when everything is going right: things can only get worse.
It took only a minute or two from beginning to end, but the process started slowly. Your girlfriend suddenly remarked about feeling a sudden wave of coldness. You buried her deeper in your embrace in hopes of warming her, but suddenly her body grew all too stiff. Her eyes seemed to bulge out of her head as she bent over in pain, letting out an ungodly shriek that quickly went from crippling pain to inhuman, as if her voice was distorting as she wailed. Trying to stand, she struggles to make it to her feet, only for them to be taken out from underneath her in an unsettlingly literal way. One of her feet entirely disappears, while the other seems to rot into an iridescent substance like half melted lime gelatin. All the while her voice continues droning, frantically changing both pitch and speed, as if she was a cassette player desperately trying to play an opera as a child mashes the buttons, fast forwarding and rewinding her agony with glee. This is like no sickness you have ever seen, and you look on in horror, unable to do anything but hold her and try to dial for an ambulance with shaky fingers. Before you're even able to finish the call, her voice stops ringing out, and what remains of her body falls limp. Despite her loss of consciousness, the process continues on, eventually leaving you with only her clothes in a pile, her body evaporating from human to slime to nothing at all. As if this situation had not been sufficiently supernatural already, her clothes disintegrate into smaller and smaller pieces until they too vanish into the night.
Lacking a proper response to the nightmare, you howl out in pain, suffering from a despair worsened by the inexplicable terror of it. Your cries seem to catch the attention of a passerby who quickly jogs up to you, an expression of pure concern on her face.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" The blonde girl stretches out her hands, giving you a quick pat down and checking for any wounds. She wears a brown trench coat, short plaid skirt that has a simple white blouse tucked into it. A stethoscope hangs around her neck, which she then places on your chest. You contemplate whether she might be a med student of some kind, your mind fixating on mundane details as it desperately tries to restore your sanity. You are able to choke out an explanation that your girlfriend just died, and that she was right here just a moment ago. The rational part of your mind notes that any sane person would never believe your story, but the emotional part of your self is too busy incoherently shouting to pay it much mind.
