(In an blank Au created by Yours truly)
 
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   She was sitting down watching the pictures of the worlds. Au's within Au's. All being hung by red strings, the same material that made up her red scarf. She then glanced at her own worlds. Some were peacefully sleeping while others were moving about their day. She picked up a pencil and started to draw something. Among further investigation, the drawing turned out to be a kittydog. The species was not created by her but this particular kittydog was. She crossed out the eyes and made stitch lines on it so it would resemble a stitched up doll with button eyes. She set the drawing aside where her unfinished, uncolored drawings where. She'll have to finish that later. She went back to watching the worlds. All was peaceful, well as peaceful as it can be. No glitches that needed her to fix them. All was well.

"Geez you are so boring Shiro," a voice said and she glanced to her left. A ghostly girl was sitting next to her, arms folded. "Elizabeth," she muttered, no emotion in her words. Elizabeth looked at the worlds and pouted. "Why can't we go visit them? It's booooring here!" The ghostly girl asked. "I told you before. We will not interfere with the worlds unless it's necessary. My coded version would have to do instead," she explained. "But you can't directly go right? Last time you did that was to fix a mistake and even then, it cost you something," Elizabeth said, pointed to the girl's chest. She rolled her eyes and held out a rainbow heart. "I still have imagination on my side," she said. Elizabeth blew a raspberry at her. "You and your many alternate versions of yourself." She would smile and continued watching the worlds. "And I told you not to call me that." "But it's your name. Flare Shiro riiight?" Elizabeth asked. "Do you want me to stick you in Underlust again?" Flare asked. "Oh god please no. I hate it there," Elizabeth made a face. "You don't gain the right to call me by my name. Not after what you have done," she snapped. "It was by your hands was it not?" Elizabeth asked, her brown, purpled crossed out eyes gleamed. "It was your fault and you know it. And you used my body to carry out the deed," Flare told her, obviously disgusted. "Tch." Elizabeth turned her back at her. Flare tugged her scarf to be more comfortable around her neck.

    "Hey isn't it about time to make another story?" Elizabeth asked. Flare narrowed her eyes. "Possibly...why are you the one asking?" She asked. "No reason, you usually work around this time and if not, then you're obviously not working here in the White Space," Elizabeth pointed out. "Just go back to your slumber and leave me in peace," Flare said. "You're no fun. Ever since you became a teenager, you have become more cold towards me. You even change my original design!" Elizabeth wailed. "I became one not too long ago and besides, unless I want to, I don't age here. Remember that," Flare explained. "You're so mean!" Elizabeth wailed again. "Just leave," Flare said. Elizabeth glared at her creator and floated back to Flare's soul to sleep. It's not like I want to be cold to you. You're obviously not all sunshines and rainbows ya know, she thought. At the corner of her eye, she thought she was something pink but when she took an actual look on what it was, it was nothing at all. No splash of color in this white place. The only color there is are the glow of the worlds. Both hers and theirs. I must be spending too much time in Danganronpa, she thought. She looked back at the worlds, watching. All was well.

(Kind of dumb and kind of not really. I came up with this idea and I wrote it down not knowing where it was heading. Just some story lore behind my character that is both me and not me. An original story idea I suppose. Leave your thoughts and theories about it in the comments if you have any. Now back to the usual show. Cya in the next one -Flare)