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Was she the doppelganger or was her sister the doppelganger?
Were the hermits her friends or her sisters?
Did she even exist past her sister?
Her sister, her sweet innocent sister, the one without the thoughts to harm everyone, to harm herself, to harm her loved ones.
She never loved her parents, she was the first born, out of the two of them, but they were named the same.
They always talked about how nice her younger sister was, how she should be more like her.
She stared at her sister trying to figure out why they were so different, why she can't be the same as her.
She grabs a razor, pulling it across her wrist, as she slices lines along it, it would be covered by her (?) gloves.
Each scar is a reminder of her sick thoughts, of what she wants to do to her sister.
She drugs her sister, and locks her in a cell, it was to keep her safe from the sick thoughts that she owned. Her thoughts strayed often, about her stabbing her baby sister, of running her fingers over her pale skin, as her sister pleas with her, begging her to stop, begging for an explanation.
So, she locks her up.
She knows that her sister would try to help her, try to "fix" her, but she can't allow her sister to do it.
Was she a copy of her sister or was her sister a copy of her?
She's losing her thoughts; she was in her office... or was it her sisters?
Does the cell that False is currently living in hers, or her own?
She should be locked up and not her.
She's sick in the head, body aching from the guilt devouring her appetite, and her arms bleeding with regret.
She erases her sister's memories, her memories of her. She drugs her until she unconscious and walks with her in her arms. The last time she'll be able to hold her sister.
She stares at Grumbot, as she carries her sister body to the rift.
"Keep her safe for me... Okay?"
He stares at her, eyes crackling. The rift glows brighter, and she carries her sister in it, putting down a bed, with the artic fox plushy she made False when they were younger, and was getting into sewing and making clothes and items by her hand, because she just wanted to make something instead of breaking it.
She lays her sister down, pulling the blanket over her body, and hesitates, before she runs her finger through her twin's golden hair.
False walks back through the portal, losing her other half, just to keep her safe.