Ask-Tei-the-Yandere

     Q stared at her reflection in the mirror, only now getting a good look at herself. Not that she'd never seen her own face, she'd just never really looked at herself before. She looked wrong. Almost like a person, but not quite. Her skin was too pale. Her eyes were far too red, too luminous. And her face. Despite the rage and despair and guilt churning around inside of her, her face remained void of emotion. Void of life. She glanced down at her hands. Not red anymore, but she could still feel the dried blood crunch between her joints every time she moved. It wouldn't come out no matter how many times she washed her hands. She'd have to take them apart and clean each piece individually. The world would be a better place if she'd never been created.      That wasn't much of an exaggeration either. So many innocent people would still be alive if it weren't for her. How many did she kill? She'd lost count a long time ago. Somewhere in the triple digits, she thinks. Their faces were