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et-inarcadia-ego:

@dangeresssaid “don’t talk. save your strength.”

This couldn’t be real. Not that it couldn’t physically be real, but that if this turned out to be just another dream between her waking nightmare, Rachel might really give up and die. At least, if Mark gives her that choice. The longer he’s kept her, the more bizarre he’s gotten, and now every time he visits her in her bright, white Hell, he’s a completely different man from the one she knew; any trace of this being about fucked up artistry is gone, and all he does is take pictures of her, violate her, and pace and mumble. 

This, though, is infinitely weirder. It was harder to wake up, her body sluggish and her tongue heavy in her mouth. This must have meant it was too soon since her last dose, which Mark had come to schedule out almost perfectly. But more than that, four figures loom over her fetal position, and a dog sniffs at her. The voice that speaks seems to come from the one bathed in a halo of fire, and Rachel might’ve panicked, assumed she was in Hell, were it not for the comfort that comes from their tone and words. 

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Despite the order, Rachel tries. Talking around her thousand pound tongue, she mumbles, “Rachel…. Amber….”

         𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 when driving through Arcadia Bay was to unearth a mystery of these proportions. But despite the lack of GHOULS and GHOSTS, a mystery was a mystery, and Rachel Amber’s abrupt disappearance just hadn’t sat right with Daphne. And though everything literally had pointed them in the direction of Nathan Prescott, something about this still didn’t feel…. right. There was something they were MISSING. Something big, and only Rachel Amber could tell them what. 

But first, they had to get her out of there. 

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Fred instructed Scoob and Shaggy at the door, the former’s keen doggy senses coming in handy in case anyone… UNSAVORY arrived. One sharp bark would alert them quickly ( though what they’d do then was kind of a QUESTION MARK still ). While Velma continued to collect Evidence, Daphne knelt by Rachel’s side, her eyes wide with concern. 

Unsure if she could even properly hear her, Daphne named herself and the gang. ❛ We’re going to get you out of here, okay, Rachel? If you need to say something, just squeeze my arm. ❜ Before Fred could move to help carry her, Daphne gave a SUBTLE shake of her head. ❛ I got her, Freddie. ❜

And she did have her. With a grunt, Daphne hoisted her up. ❛ Lean on me, okay Rachel? Is this alright? ❜

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    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 when driving through Arcadia Bay was to unearth a mystery of these proportions. But...