(for Feral J AU RT) You Needed A Haircut Anyways, It Was Too Long!

(for Feral J AU RT) You needed a haircut anyways, it was too long!

That's really hurtful, anon! It wasn't JUST hair, it was a lovely gift from my old J. She spent HOURS weaving it and styling it.. it kept me warm and it made me feel safe... I will have to wait a while before it grows back, but I will grow it back out nice and long and I will be more careful next time. But be more kind with the words you say, it's really hurtful to say that to a girl who already had PTSD in regards to unwanted haircuts.

-offering Feral J AU!Tessa some hair extensions-

The gift for Cyn

Oh, I mean, we've patched things up emotionally and we're like sisters now. It's nice to have someone to look out for, someone to treat the way I wish I was treated by my own family when I was alive the first time.

The sound of the claws dragging through her tresses made a repressed memory come to the forefront of Tessa's mind.

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"You let that little maid braid your hair again, didn't you?" Louisa shouted, drawing closer.

"Mother, please I!"

Louisa grabbed Tessa's wrist with her left hand and held up the sewing scissors in her right hand. "Too bad, and to think you looked so nice with longer front sections,"

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Tessa held her shoulder, the cold wind stinging her shoulders, the lightened weight of her security blanket leaving her core stinging with sorrow, LED tears streaming from her eyes. She screamed out in sorrow, holding what was left of one of her back plaits, "You're just as vile as my mother. Tell her hi when you go to Hell!" and with a swift kick to J's lower jaw, and taking a moment to push her shoulder ball back in, the drone Tessa ran through the now-open bunker doors and into the arms of her friend Jpeg, who had seen a HEAP of that unfold.

The door was slow to close, but she watched the J slowly rise from the kick.

starter for the account of @xxrobotessaxx

The sound of a voice singing could be heard floating through the cold wind from just past the ridge

"Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me And he sang as he shoved that jumpbuck in his tucker bag You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me

Down came the squatter mounted on his thorough-bred Up came the troopers one, two, three Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag? You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

it was a woman's voice, with an Aussie accent.... what a stupid little soul, to be singing out in the open while there was a dangerous J on the prowl

She slowly emerged from the landing pod. Her optic sensors now alert, trying to figure out the source of the sound. A large bold X appears across her visor. Her mouth slightly opened, just enough for her fangs to be visible. She flew off, tracking down the women

She glides in the sky, getting closer to the source of the sound. She lands on a rooftop, looking over to see if anyones there. She had her claws drawn out.

Don't worry! I'm sure it'll be fine and she won't find you at all. Besides, you have a J again, don't you?

-sitting under the bonnet dryer with it on medium heat having a panic attack-

For Feral-J AU RoboTessa: A mun gift for until your hair grows back, sorry that happened

-sighs- thanks, Mun... I guess I can wear this for a while... might keep the cold off my shoulders.