Arsène:… what is wrong with you today? I know Grace just came back, and somehow it rewired your brain, but that is no excuse for you to throw out random accusations.
Amelia: It's NOT an accusation. It's the Truth!
Arsène: Fine, even if it is the truth. Whatever she did on her vacation is not our business to pry into.
Amelia squirming to get out of Arsène's grip: No! It's my business! She is my slut, and she is not allowed to whore herself out without my permission.
Arsène: SHUT UP!
*raises his hand and slaps her in the face*
Grace (Fuck!) lunges at Amelia and rips her off of Arsène's grip before she gets slapped, holding her close and rolling away to keep a good distance between the two of them.
Lost in his anger, Arsène didn't stop his hand, and it hit the floor, penetrating the wooden flooring. After a few seconds, he realized what had just happened and was stunned for a bit, before using his other hand to punch another hole into the floor… nonstop.
…
Grace started seeing blood dripping out of Arsène's hand, but then she felt Amelia gripping onto her body, trying to hold her down and letting her know that she should not intervene. The two just sit there on the floor watching Arsène punching his hand into the ground through the wooden flooring.
…
After a while, Arsène stopped, with blood dripping down his hand, a white cuff soaked in red, and many minuscule blood dots spread randomly across his white shirt. Then he starts walking into the room opposite of Grace and Amelia.
After Arsène walked into the room, Amelia asked Grace to "Stay here.", then she released her grip and followed Arsène into the room.
Grace then ignores Amelia's request and follows them into the room… which, once she enters, the room is an open kitchen and not a separate workspace for each of them like she thought at first.
In the room, she sees Arsène cleaning up his wound while Amelia is slouching with her arms on the table and her head resting on top of her arms.
Amelia sees Grace enter the room and just smiles and waves her hand at her.
Grace: What is going on? Is this some weird sister-brother complex? I don't have any siblings, so I don't know how to help with whatever this is between you two.
Amelia and Arsène just glance at each other, then look away.
Grace:… do you two even need any help?
Amelia: No, not really. As you can see, the situation just escalates itself, and Arsène helps de-escalate it.
Grace: De…escalates? Your brother just, I don't know, bled all over the floor, and you call that de-escalating?
Amelia: Yeah. And you think him beating my adorable face would be better?
Grace: No… but.
Arsène: That was the best outcome, or else, she would have been seriously injured.
Grace: You were seriously gonna hurt your own sister?
Arsène: Of course, bad behaviour needs to be punished, but not to that extreme. Right now, I am disappointed at myself for willing to use that much force on her, but not as much as the amount of stuff she said about you.
Grace: I mean, I know that she can talk normal, but you never heard her call me those words before? Plus, words kinda lost all meaning to me, so pretty neutral to her calling me that.
Arsène:… I don't eavesdrop on whatever you two doing. But fine, let's say, everything you two do and say behind closed doors is your secret. She just blatantly said that in front of my face
*turn to Amelia*, so I need some kind of explanation for that.
Amelia is now slouching with only her head resting sideways on the table.
Grace: I can't argue with that… Anything to say, Ame?
Amelia gets out of her slouching position and sits up with perfect posture. Her eyes lost all of the joy and sadness she had expressed before.
Grace and Arsène (She is getting real serious.)
Amelia: Grace, a beautiful girl who rejected every confession coming her way, was gone for a two-week vacation. Came back looking all innocent and even allowing me to do what I always desire most without having to beg.
"Then when I check your luggage, I sense a weird smell, but I ignore that at first, then I see that some outfit was missing. Some was prepared by me and taken by you without my permission. Then I go back to the weird smell from before."
"The three-size suit combo. The medium one has the smell of male, the large one has your scent, and both have the smell of sex."
*get off the chair and approach Grace as she continues to speak*
"And not the casual kind. It was intense, continuing for multiple rounds like two animals in heat. I wonder, how long have you been hiding this?"
As Amelia getting closer, the atmosphere she created from before became more intense, forcing Grace to fall on the floor, landing on her butt. Despite being bigger than Amelia, never in her life had she suddenly felt so small and helpless… Once Amelia gets close to her face.
"Anything to say?"
Grace: I… I can explain my… debauchery.
Amelia: Oh, you can. Let's me add more so you don't leave out any, details. My Servant~
Grace: ! *heart beating faster than normal*
Amelia shows no new expression when she catches the beat of Grace's heart rate.
"Well, shouldn't you be used to that already? Since, isn't that what your Lover calls you, judging by the never seen before maid outfit in your luggage… well, more than a lover relationship. It should be called a Master and Servant relationship."
Grace: No, you get it all wrong. (Why is my vision getting blurry?)
Amelia: Maybe, but I just wonder, how can this Master of your corrupt you so well? The ability to paint over someone else's painting and calling it their own while still keeping its original personality is astounding.
Grace: Cor… corruption?
*suddenly regain her strength and stand up against Amelia to assert her authority*
"I'm the one who corrupted that bastard, not the other way around. And even if it wasn't me, it was a bunch of unfortunate lucky shots that landed back at me and made me feel strange and weird…"
Amelia:…
Grace:…
Arsène: Is she good?
Amelia confused: I… don't know?...!
Grace's eyes suddenly closed, and she fell on Amelia.
Arsène: HUG HER!
Amelia follows her brother's instructions and hugs Grace as her brother rushes at them and holds Grace up, stopping Amelia from having a traumatic brain injury.
Amelia: Thank you, I thought I was about to be crushed… Arsène, please throw Grace away from me, she is not normal.
*release her hug*
Arsène forcefully threw Grace into the wall and grabbed Amelia when he noticed Grace was hugging her. Grace easily stops her movement before hitting the wall, and Arsène pulls Amelia behind him.
Grace stood slouching in front of them before correcting her posture and looking at them with her red eyes.
Grace Alter: No need to throw a fuss over me touching you, since you touch my Lady in those spots all the time.
Amelia jumping and pointing her finger at Grace Alter: Who the hell are you, and where is Grace?
Grace Alter: Don't worry, her body is here, and I'm temporarily taking over while she is having her sweet dream about Master.
Amelia: Master? What the fuck did you do to Grace? I'm going to kill you and that fucking bastard for corrupting her.
Grace Alter giggles: What are you talking about? My only purpose of being born is making sure no one ruins Master and Lady relationship… and being selfish by spending a little time with Master.
Amelia: Arsène, do something. This is way out of my league.
Arsène: Hmmm… do you have a name, and are you willing to harm us?
Grace Alter: Name… I was given the name Grace Alter, by my Lady and Master. And harming you two? Anyone who is trying to ruin Master and Lady relationship, deserves to die. But, preventing Lady's body and personality from being corrupted will always be my top priority.
Arsène: Sure, seems like you are on our side… This Lady and Master relationship between them, I guess Grace is the Lady, and whoever on the other side is the Master. Who is the manipulator of this relationship?
Amelia tugging on Arsène's shirt while peeking from behind him (Yes, that's my brother. Straight to the point, answer truthfully or face his wrath.)
Grace Alter: That is a hard question… since I haven't lived that long.
Arsène pulls out a revolver from inside his blood-soaked sleeve and points at Grace Alter: I don't care. Answer now!
Grace Alter: Really? Your attempt of threatening me means nothing since this is Lady's body and I can easily subdue you both. But I understand, you two care about her like how I care about Master and Lady.
Arsène lightly lowered the revolver:…
Grace Alter: That's better, where were we… that's right. The manipulator of this relationship would be Lady. Master does have his moment, but it all comes around to who manipulates the other better for their benefit. And 9 out of 10 fights, Lady always gets her benefit even if Master was the manipulator in the situation.
Amelia: Hey! Are you telling the truth? The Grace I know would never manipulate anyone for her own benefit.
Grace Alter steps backward until she hits the wall, then slowly slides down: Well, I'm still learning more about Lady's history, so I don't know about her from before. But she found her toy, and she won't let anyone else have him. Won't you do the same?
Arsène:…
Amelia: Are you saying, Grace is a Yandere?
Grace Alter: Most certainly, and who knows, she might get tired of Master, and I might disappear.
*close her eyes and lean against the wall with her legs close to her chest*
Arsène:…
Amelia:…
Both Arsène and Amelia stay silent for a bit until they hear snoring from Grace.
Amelia: You think she's normal now?
Arsène: Check on her then.
Amelia: Why does it have to be me?
Arsène: Because you ask.
Amelia: You are not setting a good example. *quietly approach Grace*. She seems fine *lean close to Grace's face*
Suddenly, Grace's eyes open.
Grace: Ame?
Amelia: Yes?
Grace feels her surroundings, then she sees Arsène further away from them… and Sunz in the corner of the room. (!) Instantly lunge at Amelia and hold her close like a shield, then hide behind Arsène and pointing finger while demanding.
"Arsène, get that fucking trash of a human being out of here."
Arsène looks at the corner Grace is pointing at and sees no one, then steps behind Grace.
"We should let Amelia deal with this trash."
Amelia squirming in anger in Grace's arm: WHY DO I HAVE TO BE YOU TWO MEATSHIELD?! I AM THE WEAKEST OF THE THREE!
"AND THERE IS NOTHING IN THAT CORNER!"
Grace blinked her eyes multiple times until Sunz disappeared:… you are right.
Amelia: Grace, I don't care about anything anymore. I just want to know what happened the last two weeks and…
"What is the Lady, Master, and Servant roleplay you are having?"
Grace: Well, you see… complicated thing… lucky… unfortunate… hor-
Amelia: Just shut up and release me so I can set up the meeting for you to speak properly.