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located in Father's Estate, a part of Father's Puppets, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Violet eyes squinted against the morning sun, and a newly awakened Ratcatcher slowly pulled herself out of the comfortable bed so that she could prepare herself for a new day in Father's home. She turned her head ever so slightly to peek at her roommate, still soundly sleeping, a lump under the thin white blankets that Father's butlers provided. Ratcatcher herself had never seen said butlers, but she noted that the room was always cleaned and organized when she returned from her day every evening and she doubted that the Lab coats would do such jobs.

She stretched her arms and yawned before silently sliding out of her bed and creeping over to her closet. The constant whiteness of the living quarters of Father's Mansion was the only thing about the way of life that Father had given her that annoyed her. The room was so sterile and bright that she feared going blind every time she woke up. Even the wooden doors and long window curtains where whiter than new snow, not even the doorknobs were safe from the white monstrosity that was their rooms. Once, Rats dug her nails deep into her hands until they bled and streaked the red liquid across the wall above her bed just for a dash of color. She came back into the room that night to find that the scarlet decor had been painted over with new white paint while she was gone. She had picked off the scabs and tried it again over and over with the same result until the wound healed, leaving little white scars for all of her trouble. More white, just what she wanted.

Ratcatcher sucked in a long breath of air and opened the closet door, it's contents being some of the few things in the room not completely drenched in the fowl color. In fact, as if silently protesting the color, the girl pulled out a black dress from her closet and put it on herself with an air of satisfaction, a smug smile painted on her pale lips. She tugged a gray jacket over it and proceeded to the mirror where she could brush out her long hair. She let it fall straight and allowed the only decoration to be a black ribbon just behind her bangs. When she decided she was content with her appearance, Rats slid her small feet into a pair of gray flats and walked out of the room, closing the door carefully behind her so that the sound wouldn't awaken Marionette.

As the petite girl wandered the halls of the large house, she noted that it was rather silent apart from the occasional Lab coat running past her. Very few of the workers still stopped to say 'good morning' to Ratcatcher anymore since she very openly expressed her dislike of them early in her time in Father's house. Ever since she was given the ability to use her powers, she finds no harm in using them freely on the Lab coats that dare try to bother her when she doesn't request their presence, thus causing many of them to grow wary of her and leave her alone.

She was bored and considered going to the basement and hunting for rats or sitting in the garden or on the beach, but decided against it. It was still cold outside despite the fast approaching Spring, and Ratcatcher was never fond of the cold. Instead, she decided to find Fuego's room. She knew where it was, separated from her own room with only one other room between them. When she reached the door, she checked the lock with a slight jerk of the knob and found that it was unlocked. As quietly as possible, she twisted it until the door opened and peered inside. As she expected, both Fuego and Cant were asleep. Sighing, she closed the door and, seeing no better thing to do, sat with her back against the wall and waited for her partner to wake up.