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Edited: May 13th, 2026
"You are a fucking idiot, Cahrion!" I yell 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, taking shaky inhale and exhales. 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 like I'm gasping for breath letting out a small sob before clicking the stop button with a smile. I sit back with a stretch with a satisfied grab, having been recording now for a few hours.
That's the third time I've recorded those goddamn lines.. I hope they fucking approve of these ones this time.. I lean forward and grab my mouse. Dragging the file into my editing software and editing out all the inbetweens of my failed takes and labeling it all for my boss. Before sending it off with a click of an email. Looking over to my clock I have hooked on my wall, I sigh deeply through my nose. Wasted the whole damn day... "Welp, time for dinner then bed." I say with another sigh.
Walking out of my foam padded closet I made into a small voice recording studio. I jog downstairs and see my mom plating up my dinner. Hah perfect timing. I think with a small smirk of amusement. "Hey hun. Just in time." She says with a smile, handing me a plate of lasagna. Delicious ambrosia of the gods- "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 I recorded last time so I had to re-do them.." i say with a shrug of my shoulders being careful not to jostle my plate. "The check came in though right?" I ask her as I grab my fork and cut up some of the noodles before shoving them in my mouth, leaning against the counter. Unable to help myself to wait to eat in my room. It smells too goddamn good.
"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 warm smile while making up her own plate.
"Yup, will do Ma." I say with a smile and an okay hand sign. "I'm gonna head off to bed after eating okay?" She nods to me in understanding.
"Goodnight Sweetpea." She tells me as I begin turning around to run up the stairs. Yelling back an I love you while making my way to my sanctuary.
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. She makes sure everything is in tip top shape. I work as a voice actress for hire for porn and other animations along with commercials and audio book stuff. Although I have no personal experience in the sex field... I apparently sound very convincing which got me quite a few gigs voicing some porn games and fan made animations. 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
- Bedroom - Thirty Minutes Later -
Finishing my dinner up, I put my plate down on my desk before wiping my mouth with a paper towel. Stretching my body out with a whine, I quickly get up to go to the bathroom before walking back to my bed. Sliding under the sheets I grab my phone from my pocket and open Wattpad to search through the endless stories for some good ones. If I don't find any there I head to ao3 or Quotev.. I've tried Fanfiction.net but I cannot for the life of me figure out how to navigate it. It's like searching through a needle in a haystack when looking for fics I like. I have a certain niche I like to read..
"No... No.. no... Ooo put that one in the reading binge 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 being 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 in the story. 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 or are reckless with their fangs. 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 bite the bullet and eat her.. He doesn't love Bella, he loves the scent of her blood and I will DIE on this hill. Thank you for coming to my internal monologue 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 or twenty.. then I'll be up till the fucking morning and won't get an ounce of sleep. I would be Oscar the grouch the very next day.. not pleasant...
Taking my glasses off of my face I put them on my nightstand before passing the fuck out. Playing a movie inside of my mind before drifting off.
- Third Person POV - ??? -
"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. Talking to himself helps with the crippling loneliness of eternity. 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 to 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 of amusement, his kin have been getting quite of few of those.. "This will be easy- well, figuring out where you belong that is." He speaks to the soul with an exaggerated wave of his hand.
Holding his paw out above the soul he closes his eyes, the room around him goes dark. He downloads all of her memories into his mind and opens his eyes in understanding. Having basically lived through her entire life. "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 with a reluctant pout.. but watching her transform into a horrifying monster will be delicious!
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 1:1 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. Looking at the small form, he makes some minor adjustments to assure her powers to defend herself with flourish. "I'm sorry but you must go back to school. I hope you understand." He looks to the soul with a grimace.
Grabbing the book series off of the shelf, 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 with a gentle push. The orb sucks the soul up and begins to glow, the girl waking up. "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 failed soul out and eating it with a hum. Slurping it down his gullet and chewing it with a smile. His lab dings and another soul appears in his workshop. He takes a breath and begins anew. The endless cycle..
- Forks Washington -
- Elizabeth POV -
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 and grab my glasses. 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 and small smile. 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. As per my morning routine. 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. A cold sense of dread filling me. 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... My brows furrow in confusion and alarm. I quickly grab the mail and speed walk back to the house. Shutting the door behind me with wide eyes. Good God..I try to take long calming breaths but I can't help it. I'm fucking panicking!
"Ma..? MA!!! AYYO MA!" I yell out to my mother, knowing damn well she hasn't left for work yet.. she's probably binge 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. Sweat forming on my body as my brain shoots hypothesis after hypothesis into my brain. Trying to find a rational explanation to how this has happened.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?" She pause's the TV and turns her full attention to me, her brows furrowed in confusion.
"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. My eyes wide and filled with fearful shock, heart pounding against my ribs.
"Honey.. did you have a weird dream last night?" She looks at me in concern, scooting towards me while looking me up and down.
"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 gesture around wildly, pantomiming what I mean while I pant out loudly, trying to get my breath back.
My mom sighs softly with kind eyes, getting up off the couch. She knows damn well how I am, she knows that I want her to see for herself. I need someone else to confirm that I'm not going insane. "Would it make you feel better if I looked outside?" She asks me calmly with a raised brow, 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. Eyes scanning the foreign neighborhood. It's still the same as when I saw it. "See?! Weird!!" I gesture around wildly trying to get my point across. My eyes wide and frantic, becoming confused when she isn't freaking out as well. She should be calling the cops or the FBI or something!!
"Honey, it's the same as it always has been..." She says while turning to look 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? The hyper realistic ones where you think they're reality?" My mother puts her hand on my forehead again, I just let her. "You're not warm.." she mumbles to herself with furrowed brows filled with concern.
"What? What do you mean?" I mumble in confusion, staring at her with tears in my eyes. 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, my brows furrow in alarm. "You must have had one of your realistic dreams hm? Remember last time you had a nightmare about your Uncle?" She slowly raises her brows, it was a nightmare like dream I had.. Lets just say my uncle tried to kidnap my cousins in my dream and I woke up in a panic. 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... You should have remembered, even though you don't go to school since you're home schooled.." she says while running her fingers through my hair. "Good thing you're starting soon.." she mumbles so softly that I can't hear.
"I.. goddamnit woman, you know me too well." I say with an irritated huff, crossing my arms over my chest and avoiding looking at her. Gripping tightly onto my upper arms to try and ground myself. 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, go get in the car I'll grab my keys and your crochet bag." She runs back into the house, I just sigh and walk to the car. Getting in with a pout, trying to ground myself by running my fingers through my hair.
- ??? Hospital - Ten Minutes Later -
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 to the waiting room and calls us in. I sigh and follow her to a room where she gives me the standard tests.. now we wait.
This is ridiculous. I don't need a doctor. I think with irritation while i crochet my little penguin with a huff. Allowing myself to calm down by crocheting. I'm 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 in shocked alarm. Holy FUCK! It's Peter Facanelli! I look to my mom and gesture to him with a raised brow. Is she seeing this?! He is like her wet dream!.. my brows slowly furrow while looking back to him. but it could be a look alike.... Then again he's still hot. I squint and then nod my head in agreement to myself.
"Uh.. hello Dr...?" I raise a brow wanting to hear his name, holding my hand out and making an encouraging 'come on' motion.
"Dr. Cullen." He says with a beaming smile and I chuckle softly, making him confused as to why I'm laughing.. but he's still smiling.
"Like the Cullens from the Twilight books and movies." I snort out a laugh, shaking my head. Not willing to even think that he's actually Carlisle. "Small world." I say with a smile he just nods his head along.. and takes me to get a scan of my noggin.
- Few Minutes Later -
Getting back to the room, my mom hands me my penguin and hook and I return to my pattern. Allowing my hands to get fully dissolved in the work, calming me down slightly. I curse under my breath when I fuck it up just as Dr. Totally not a vampire comes back in. I grab the yarn and frog it, pulling the loops loose to start over where I fucked up. "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. I think with furrowed brows and irritation, hating being treated by a child.
"Then what about her behavior?" She asks him with worry, adjusting in her seat and scooting towards the edge. Her eyes flicking to me back to the doctor.
"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. My brain provides without my consent.
"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. My brows furrow, having difficulty naming expressions on people's faces.
- Thirty Minutes Later -
Getting in the car, we drive home. I finally decide to ask the question that's haunted me since I heard the doctors name.. 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. The familiar song grounding me.
"Forks Washington." She tells me as she drives, eyes locked onto the road. I chuckle shakily at her with a nervous smirk. Been reading Twilight again ma? Your fuckin team Edward ass.
"Really funny Ma... Now where are we really?" I shake my head in amusement, gripping tightly onto my project while I look at her face. Desperately looking for signs of deception. Praying to any God that will listen that she's just pranking me.
"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! I think with panic, my knuckles turning white from my grip on my hook.
She parks the car in the driveway and I open the car door so fast. "I'm... I'm going up to my room." I mumble hurriedly before 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, tears flooding my eyes as my world crumbles around me.