WHAT DOES THE SCANNER SAY ABOUT HER POWER LEVEL?!?!

 

“Sooooooo… Kristoff, huh? Must be nice.” Rapunzel said, nervously tapping her coffee mug.

 

As much as she loved Anna and loved how they clicked, the issue about Elsa actually made Rapunzel realize something.

 

She knew jack shit about Anna.

 

Sure, she knew Anna’s hobbies and interests. She knew that they both loved girling out and gossiping about boys. She knew that they were, at their core, almost made to be besties and that she had a true friend and confidant in her cousin.

 

But that was all just on the surface. In all honesty, anyone with Facebook and a Pinterest could get the kind of stuff she knew about Anna in a hot second. And while she did know that she was Anna’s best friend too, it was more of an internal bond than anything that they shared with experience.

 

All of this compounded to make Rapunzel one anxious mess.

 

“Oh, he’s the best. You know, he was really rough around the edges, but whenever he relaxes he’s a lot of fun to hang around with.” Anna said.

 

Well, that was… nice? Rapunzel thought.

 

“So what made you fall for him?” Rapunzel asked, leaning in. The conversation was pleasant, and it was pretty much how they usually talked, but Rapunzel actually needed to dig a little bit deeper than banal chitchat.

 

Anna and the Cyborg

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“Well, he is pretty easy on the eyes.” Anna said, winking and giggling.

 

Something snapped in Rapunzel right that second.

 

“Bitches and whores.”

 

“What was that, Rapunzel?” Anna said, her brow furrowed in confusion.

 

Rapunzel let out a small squeak as she realized that she tipped her fedora. She laughed, trying to cover up her slip.

 

“B… b… beaches! And shores! Haha, I was just thinking that he would look reaaaally nice in a speedo! Y-yeah.” Rapunzel blurted out, taking a big swig of coffee to hide her face behind her mug.

 

Anna’s expression switched back as she took the explanation. “Oh, you better believe it. You know, he was working on his car the other day and he took of his…”

 

Rapunzel’s head was buzzing and Anna’s words just started to sound like so much static. She spilled spaghetti. It was as if she woke up from a long, wonderful dream of being normal and she was starting to see metal underneath her skin. She loved Anna, she really did, but it was as if her face was crawling with greentext.

 

>fucking cunt

 

>slut

 

>normalfag

 

>qt3.14

 

>Chelsie Thundercunt

 

Rapunzel blinked and shook her head, trying to clear the little cloud of words from her sight. When she opened them, she caught her reflection in the café window and was shocked to see a little cloud over her face as well.

 

>aspie

 

>faggot

 

>whore

 

>cumdumpster

 

>robot

 

>y-you too!

 

“Are you okay, Rapunzel.” She heard someone say and she almost jumped when she felt something touch her hand.

 

All the greentext started falling away and Rapunzel’s heart beat started to slow down from the machinegun it had been scant minutes ago. Anna was looking at her with concern, and Rapunzel felt the world coming back into focus.

 

“Oh, sorry. Just… I think this coffee was a little too hot for me.” Rapunzel said, pushing the cup away.

 

Anna nodded and launched into a conversation about how she had a bad panera once and Rapunzel zoned out again. She had wanted to get a better feeling about Elsa and Anna, but ever since Elsa started mixing her two worlds together, Rapunzel was starting to experience an unreal sort of crisis.

 

What had she been doing up until now? Shopping, cafes, boyfriends in the daytime, 4chan and Blizzard at night. She was living two completely different lives. She’d always dismissed the stories about girls that had active lives and browsed 4chan at the same time, even hating them just like all the other anons had. And now she was one of them.

 

Had she always felt this way? It was crashing down too fast and she felt the darkness creep up into her heart.  Who was she fooling? Why was she even bothering to pretend? Was she becoming an vapid cunt now? Why did it feel so wrong to like how she was? Why was she so fucked up? What had ever convinced her she could do any of this?

 

Who the fuck did she think she was?

 

“Rapunzel?”

 

She looked up from the dark hole she found herself in.

 

“Eugene.” She said in a small voice.

 

The world was starting to come back into focus and she found that her face was wet with tears and her nose was running. She looked to the side and saw that Anna had stood and placed her arm over her shoulder in concern. Rapunzel was so far gone that she hadn’t heard anything.

 

“Sorry Eugene. I don’t know what happened. We were talking about sandwiches and Rapunzel just started crying.” Anna said, taking out a hanky and starting to wipe away Rapunzel’s tears.

 

Eugene only needed a second to process the scene in front of him. He sighed, putting his hand on Rapunzel’s back.

 

“Thanks, Anna. I think I know what’s up. Let me take it from here.” He said, and Rapunzel looked at him gratefully.

 

“Sure. Okay.” Anna said slowly, still unsure of what to make of the situation. She looked back at Rapunzel and gave her a little hug. “Feel better, okay? We’ll talk about it later if you want to.” Rapunzel gave a weak smile and returned the hug, mouthing a small sorry as she let herself be lead away by Eugene.

 

“Is everything alright, blondie?” Eugene said, taking Rapunzel’s hand in his.

 

“No… yes?” Rapunzel said letting out a heavy sigh. “It’s complicated.”

 

Eugene squeezed her hand and nodded. “I’m here for you.”

 

“I know, Eugene.” Rapunzel smiled, her heart feeling a little bit lighter, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Her mind might have been falling apart at the seams, but Eugene was there with her now, and that was enough for her.