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Posibee is a Youtuber who posts short animations and has exclusive lore by herself.

-Natural Life-

Rain. Thunder. Lightning. Three things that seemed to have appeared quite frequently after the incident.

Let's go back 2 weeks ago, shall we?

Locking herself in her room was a common thing to be expected of her as her mental health was at its lowest. Socializing was a struggle when all people do is mock you for your problems, especially at home. Inverbee would often knock, but the door never opened, and the inverted twin was always desperate and opened the door uninvited anyways. As usual, Posibee would just be sitting on the edge of her bed or be sat on her desk scribbling away at a scrap piece of paper from their mother's torn paperwork.

"Sis, please, we're all worried about you. You're not yourself anymore." "..." "Sis-" "I'm fine. I just need time." "It's been 5 days, I'm sure that's enough time!" The twins stared at each other, both expressions monotone until Posibee let out a sharp exhale. "You know what father said? A few days ago?" She spoke up, voice shaking and raspy. Inverbee stared again, expression unchanged, his face complicated to read but not complicated enough to understand his concerns. The inverted twin chuckled. "He says a lot of things. Could you elaborate?" "Well, I just... I don't think he was joking, about what he said." "What do you mean? What are you referring to?" "When he fought with mother."

Silence. Bare silence. The twins stared and stared, and now Inverbee's expression was fully clear to read - discomfort, worry, stress. Posibee's expression remained monotone however, although her body language was loud and clear. "Oh. Right," Inverbee looked down. "I'll give you a couple hours then. I... Mother said we could go outside and meet up with the kid from around the block." "That'd be nice." And the bedroom door closed.

2 days later, Posibee's bedroom door opened. Shouting, screaming, yelling, crying, begging. Everything could be heard from ear to ear, corner to corner. She recognised her father's sharp, harsh voice piercing through the whole house, and her mother pleading and screaming. It hurt, hearing this almost every night, especially when Inverbee wasn't in the house. She grabbed the handrail once she took a few steps down the stairs, moving her head in the direction of the noises, noticing her mother's melatonin pills scattered across the floor. The twins' parental figures constantly fought, and they always denied divorcing. It was exhausting. And an hour passed. Nothing could be heard other than the muffled sobbing of their mother and Inverbee's hushed whispers while he tried to calm her down. Posibee loved her brother. She really did, he was always very soft on the inside and loves animals. But sometimes she just couldn't tolerate her whole family.

She returned to her bedroom, locked the door again and opened a drawer. A daisy was drawn out, and Posibee plucked off one petal. [20:00] Days passed. The twins were walking down the road, only a few minutes away from their house. It was raining, but not too violently, it was more of a shower so it was tolerable. Posibee kept the daisy near her, seeing as it was slowly wilting after she had plucked off its petal. She assumed it was nothing, flowers come and go anyways. The same could go to her mother. She often felt uncomfortable when she was near Inverbee, mainly because he would sometimes defend their parents when they've done something immoral. But she couldn't blame him, he was a people pleaser and she understood the struggle to say no to others sometimes. Another daisy petal was plucked.

Inverbee jumped suddenly. "Ah, flip! I'll need to go to my friend's house really quickly, I think I accidentally left m--" "It's alright," Posibee interrupted. "I'll meet you home then." "Yeah sure, I won't take too long!" She watched her brother run off to the store that had just barely managed to make its way in her vision, standing still for a bit before looking up. The rain was calm, although it still fell roughly on her face. The regular twin walked back home.

And it was the most regretful thing she had done.

Her heart sunk, and she dropped the daisy. "MOTHER! MOTHER!" She screamed, although no response from the figure on the ground. The twins' mother wasn't breathing, although no wounds rested on her body and barely a drop of blood was anywhere, only an empty bottle of aspirin in her mother's hand. Posibee ran to her side, kneeling down as she violently shook the one family member she believed would change. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY! WAKE UP!" Her cracking voice seemed to be intelligible, fighting back tears in case her mother would soon wake up. But she knew she won't. She can't wake up.

And her father seemed to be nowhere.

A never-ending storm struck later that night. Suitcases were packed, the daisy was entirely withered and broken next to the fallen body of their mother, and the front door was wide open, the violent rain creeping inside.

The twins were running down the street in the horrible downpour, suitcases rumbling behind them. They climbed onto an almost empty bus, cold rainwater dripping from head to foot. The two were huddled up at the back of the large vehicle, sobbing to themselves.