𝑅𝑜́𝑡♡ (semi-hiatus)

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘙𝘰́𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧

squeeze herself through at this rate. Róta got back down on her knees, squeezing themselves through the portal before falling forward & landing roughly on her back. She hissed in pain, groaning but relieved to be back. ❛Oh waking World…I’ve missed you!❜ She chuckled.

not let on that she was gone. Róta cast an illusion to stay in her place; they weren't sure how long it would hold. However, hopefully, it would buy them time. Róta hadn't noticed the portal was getting smaller by the minute till now, it wasn’t a stable portal. Róta would have—

—— Closed Starter For; @HunterCounselor —— Here she was again, at the mercy of her creator. Reduced to being locked away in that godforsaken room, she grew to loathe it. She hated it, trapped within these walls; the silence was eerie and deafening. She was losing her mind—

freedom from this reteched place. She wasn't sure where it was or who even had it; she just needed someone to open it. Róta wasn't sure how much time had passed; they were impatiently waiting for a portal to open up to allow them to escape. Róta was staring blankly at the wall—

bunch that would not rest till she was dead. Róta had to bide her time, await the right moment to make their escape. She had placed part of her soul in her most prized possession. Her tattered old blue Edgar Allan Poe book. Someone needed to open it, that was the ticket to her—

briefly before calling Sam, Sammy. She knew only Dean called him that. ❛Kebab…?❜ Róta offered, holding her king-sized kebab out to @DevilsInheritor.

was standing in the bunker. She had her back turned to Sam & she only noticed when she heard Sam cough. Róta slowly turned around seeing Sam. Róta had gotten chilli sauce all over her mouth & chin. Oh god, did he hear her talking to her kebab? ❛Hey Samm-…!❜ Róta paused—

Kebab, that is what Róta needed after god knows how many drinks. She wasn’t going to have a wild one. However, one shot of fireball sent her on a very tispy night out. Róta was exhausted. Their social battery was running low and they wanted nay, they needed a kebab & their bed.—