"Red and Blue Lines." [PAPER TF]

                                    

                                          
Paige Wright - PAPER TF
Paige Wright crouched in the shadows, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as her heart thundered in her chest. The air around her felt thick and suffocating, clinging to her like a heavy veil, making every breath feel like a battle. She had been running for hours—or had it been days? Time seemed to blur together in this strange, nightmarish world, where nothing made sense and danger lurked in every corner.
But worst of all, E was after her. E, the entity who reveled in transforming people into objects, stripping away their humanity, leaving only hollow, cheerful shells. He had already claimed so many, his twisted games turning friend after friend into something... unrecognizable.
And now, he had found her.
Paige's mind raced, trying to find a way out, a way to escape. But there was none. The door was sealed shut, and the windows, if they had ever existed, were now gone, replaced by an endless expanse of shadow. Her only company was the cold, metallic hum of the room, and the growing dread in the pit of her stomach.
Then, without warning, the door creaked open.
The noise was slow and deliberate, like the sound of a predator savoring its prey. Paige's eyes widened, her body frozen in place as a tall, dark figure emerged from the blackness. E stood before her, his form barely discernible against the shadows, but his presence was unmistakable—cold, menacing, and dripping with malice.
He was an amalgamation of twisted, distorted shapes that never seemed to settle into one form, his eyes gleaming with a faint, sickly light that seemed to pierce through Paige's very soul. He smiled—a slow, predatory grin that sent a chill down her spine.
"Well, well," he purred, his voice oozing with sadistic glee. "If it isn't my little Paige-turner. I was beginning to think you'd escaped me."
Paige swallowed hard, trying to push back the rising panic. She had faced danger before, had fought tooth and nail to survive, but E... He was something far worse. Something beyond comprehension.
"Please... don't..." Paige whispered, her voice barely audible.
E's smile only widened, his hand slowly extending from the shadows. In his grip was a small vial, filled with a swirling, inky black liquid that seemed to pulse with an unnatural energy.
"Every story must come to an end, Paige. Yours just happens to end... differently." He twisted the vial between his fingers, the liquid inside sloshing ominously. "But don't worry. You'll find it quite... illuminating."
Paige's instincts screamed at her to run, but her legs wouldn't obey. She was rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the sheer terror of what was about to happen. E closed the distance between them in an instant, his movements impossibly fast, his cold, claw-like hand gripping her wrist before she could even think to resist.
"Let's begin, shall we?" he said, his voice a sickening whisper.
With a sharp motion, he pressed the vial to her lips, forcing the black liquid down her throat. Paige gagged, choking on the bitter, acrid taste as the liquid burned its way down her esophagus, sending waves of pain and nausea through her body.
"No—no!" she managed to gasp, her voice breaking as she tried to push E away. But it was too late. The transformation had already begun.
The first thing she felt was her skin. It began to ripple and stretch, growing thinner, almost translucent. Paige looked down in horror as her hands—her human hands—began to flatten, the bones disappearing beneath the surface. Her fingers merged together, becoming long, straight edges that stretched out from her body, losing all semblance of their former shape.
Her arms and legs followed suit, flattening into crisp, rectangular planes, as the sensation of folding swept over her. It was as though invisible hands were creasing her skin, forcing her into a new form. Lines began to appear—red, blue, perfectly parallel lines that etched themselves into her body, transforming her into something smooth, something crisp, something... paper.
Paige's breathing grew erratic, her mind struggling to keep up with the changes. Her head felt light, disoriented, as if her very thoughts were being reshaped along with her body. She tried to hold onto her memories—tried to remember who she was, where she came from—but they slipped through her fingers like loose sheets of paper scattered by the wind.
"No... I'm... Paige..." she murmured weakly, but even her voice was fading, becoming nothing more than the faint rustle of parchment.
Her bones—what little was left of them—folded inward, her body reshaping itself into a perfect rectangle. The transformation was almost complete, and with each passing second, Paige felt her old self slipping away. She could no longer remember the faces of her friends, the sound of her own voice, the warmth of her human body. All that remained was the cool, crisp surface of paper.
And then, with a final, shuddering breath, Paige was gone.
In her place stood Paper, a happy, carefree sheet of notebook paper with a bright smile on her face. The red margin line ran down her left side, and three neatly punched holes adorned her edge. She had no memories of the girl she had once been, no recollection of the life she had led. All she knew was the joy of being Paper, ready to take on the object world with her new friends.
And in the distance, E's cold laughter echoed, lingering in the shadows, as another soul was lost to his twisted game.
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