Who: Klara Prast What: FEARS Where:the Maze When: Before this. Warnings: Plenty. Klara has a Trigger Happy past, and she'll be facing some of that. Status: Completed Narrative
This was not how the morning was supposed to go. Her morning routine was wake up, cook breakfast for everyone, go to work for a bit, tend the gardens with Magnus, see her friends. It was not: wake up in a crazy maze filled with scary-ass clowns trying to hurt her. She'd thought she was in a dream until one of them with a club had landed a hit on her and she felt it. Then she'd panicked. The first group of clowns had met their end with wild vines from the plants around them. Torn apart in her panic. Then she'd fled, running as fast as she could to get away from them until she ran face-first into Mr. Prast. Her husband. She bounced and landed on her butt a few feet away.
The panic overwhelmed her. She'd ran away from him because she hated him. Because he abused her in every way possible. And now she was staring at him again, and he was threatening to beat her for not bringing home enough money. she couldn't. And she turned and fled, her feet silent on the ground beneath her. Any clowns that got in her way met an untimely death at the hands of branches and vines spiked through them from below, it was very Vlad the Impaler, but without thought, She was running on reflex.
The plants tended to be more wild when she wasn't thinking, when she was terrified, when she was scared., She had little control at that point. One clown was launched up in a cocoon of ivy, tightening until it squished him, she ran on, paying him little mind. She hit a dead end then turend around to see Mister Prast again and she screamed, before diving past him. She was going to have nightmares for months. And it was going to be awful.
She dove into a cocoon of plants, hearing the clowns approaching again, and as she crashed down, she landed on her back pocket and found her phone. Her fingers typed out a message, it wasn't much, and she was having a hard time focusing on that, but she tried. Hard to think of anything but her panic. She is calmed, slowly, by the fact she knows Magnus will be here soon. She peeks out after she tucked her phone away.
That was a mistake as she got knocked over by a clown and she went tumbling into her own briars, that shrank the moment she touched them, but she was bruised and bleeding from a few cuts. She was no stranger to getting hurt in a fight - she'd fought with the Runaways, and the west coast young Avengers - but she hated it and she really hated getting hurt and now she was angry and scared and by the time Magnus found her, she was surrounded by spiked clowns, clowns caught in a web of briars, and a couple she'd just... obliterated.