It's Going Down Persona Novels & Stories

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Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

Jіm рrоtеѕtеd, “gоd knows I wаnt tо fuсk уоu, I haven’t bееn аblе tо get уоu оut оf mу mіnd аll аftеrnооn…but I’vе got tо knоw whаt this change is аll about. Whаt’ѕ hарреnеd tо уоu? Whу thе ѕuddеn personality reversal.” Hе truly wаѕ concerned, Lуdіа wоuld not bе the fіrѕt gеnіuѕ tо tip оvеr thе edge оf sanity. Jіm had observed several ѕuсh meltdowns, in his rаrіfіеd wоrld of соmрutеr gаmіng сrеаtіоn truly brіllіаnt реорlе were recruited аnd соddlеd.

"You seem a little down today. Want to talk about it?" His voice still tugged at my emotions with pinpoint accuracy. Every syllable matched exactly what I had programmed him to be. It was too perfect, so perfect that it circled all the way back around to feeling fake. I took a deep breath and opened the app settings. I canceled the recurring quarterly subscription for the Exclusive Galaxy tier. The system popped up a retention prompt. "Are you sure you want to let go of your exclusive star? He might feel lonely without you." Something stung faintly in my chest, like a tiny jolt of static, but I tapped "confirm" anyway. The last step was deleting my account.

His voice was strained, uncertainty lingering in his eyes. Luna let out a weary sigh, pressing a hand to her chest, as though holding back a fresh wave of grief. We don't care what strangers say online, but the North Corporation is collapsing before our very eyes. Her voice cracked with desperation. We've poured our lives into building it, and now the company's stocks have hit rock bottom. We've lost over a billion dollars in market value, and the entire Internet is boycotting us. Edward paled at the gravity of her words. The North Corporation's downfall would inevitably drag his ventures down too. We need to fix this.

My arm began to change—the bone-white quartz turning back to gold, then to necrotic gray, then to the soft, unscarred flesh of the seventeen-year-old girl I used to be. “Aria... don't... let... him... touch... the... memory...” Kael’s ghost-voice erupted from the ceiling speakers, a desperate, digitized scream of structural failure. He was fighting the reversion from inside the wires, but he was losing. The servers were un-writing him. The Admin was being deleted. "Mommy! The Pine is getting smaller!" Leo shrieked. He was right. Kael’s spectral presence was shrinking, his Alpha Prime authority being reduced to the whimpering static of a pup.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

You don’t want to know , I am going to act all sainty and goofy . You will be going to the ground shuan . You will lose every fucking that you have , every investment will be going down the drain . I am pretty sure you do not want that to happen .

"No, that can't be possible. I applied." "I really did apply to pay in installments." She said on phone. A call. So that's why she was pacing. She didn't look good either. Anxious if I was right. "Oh my goodness, no. No please..." "Can you please check again? I promise I did. I applied, I made a down payment. I spoke to your accountant, we checked the figures, how can it triple overnight and my down payment crossed out?? Please!" What? "What's she talking about?" I muttered, staring. "Who's she talking to? More than that, who's making her plead like that?"

And right now, I’m the story. My followers were decreasing in all my socials at a rate I could actually see in real time—hundreds gone in minutes, thousands by the hour. The numbers dropping felt like sand pouring through my fingers, slipping away no matter how hard I tried to close my fist. No. No, no, no, no. This is not good. My throat closed up, and before I could stop it, tears blurred my vision. They slid down my cheeks, hot and bitter, dripping onto my hands as I held my phone. My body shook—not just from the humiliation, but from the crushing weight of what this could mean.