A hand runs down her face, slow and methodical, pulling bits of her skin with it. The vision in her eye blurs briefly until her hand is down at her side. Abby blinks a few times then sighs deeply and falls into one of the nearby chairs she's made up at the Aquarium. It's nice here... calming. ——

"To survive, you have to learn and grow." A Fictional Character. Fallout OC. Travels around the wasteland looking for work and adventure.

"𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢. . . . 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢ß𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡."

Nose crinkle. Hmm… that’s… interesting. Of /course/ they’d do something like that. But why? For a better way to fight infected or for their own twisted personal gain? She takes it Ellie doesn’t know yet?

Comes in closer and lifts a brow of her own. She’s intrigued. How? Why? Anything’s possible she guesses.

No weapons, no golf clubs, he’s got nothing to worry about. All her weapons are put away anyway. Besides he doesn’t pose a threat. She tentatively comes closer. She comes in peace. 🖖🏻

She’s tempted to bark back. Buuut… she lifts a hand instead in greeting. “Hey… so… you’re an interesting fellow. In a good way.”

[// I couldn’t help myself lol.

Squinting of her own. How many of these Millers are there?

Blink. Is she seeing this right?

Nudging @undercitymutewolf.bsky.social gently.

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Uh-huh. Not gonna ask.

👀👀 What the fuck did I walk into?

She joins in by shaking her head. “I don’t blame her. I was pretty much a bitch.” Hmm. “I guess so. It’s only official if we shake on it though.” Here she goes extending a hand. Truce?

“Says you. Ellie’s already filled their mind with how /awful/ I am. But if you say so.” Another shrug. “I’m sure.”

She rolls her eyes so hard he can probably hear it. “Oh don’t worry, I’ve already met them and I’m staying far away.” Rubs a hand down her face. Ugh, those bite marks still hurt like hell.

“I don’t think killing was the answer but…” Shrug. Arms are now crossed over her chest as she nods. “I do, yes. It’s been a challenge today the least.”

“I’m positive. Look. Can you /really/ blame me? You killed MY dad in cold blood. Besides… I’ve got… a new purpose I guess you can say.”

Holds hands up to show she’s not a threat. “Seriously this time.”

Mocking. “You’re not my dad.. besides it’s /ALL/ in good fun anyway.

Pokes head in. “Get a room.” Laughing behind her hand and disappears!

We all do /crazy/ things to survive. It's really kill or be killed. It's a dog eat dog world.

Scrubbing the kitchen where the makeshift beds are in the corner. Wipes her brow with a sigh.

She’s gonna jump in the ocean to cover that then. Will now promptly ignore them.

Abby is HIDING. Abby is NOT HERE.

She’s up. She’s hanging around the secret hideout today to help fix it up.

Cracks knuckles… and neck. She’s stiff from sleeping in her sleeping bag during the night. She awoke to noise outside the building she’s currently taken refuge in. ( Sigh ) it’s time to gather what she can and move on.

Arcane /Tlou Mashup Ellie and Abby version of the vinyl record art seen in the series “Arcane” on Netflix 🌿 #tlou #tlou2 #elliewilliams #ellie #abbyanderson #elliewilliamsedit #abbyandersonedit #thelastofus #arcane #jinx #vi #arcaneleagueoflegends #lastofusfanart #thelastofusfanart

A pfp i made (a while ago) Abby Anderson, the last of us #art #TLOU #TheLastOfUs #Abby #AbbyAnderson

Yeah, don’t fucking remind me, ugh. At least it won’t be snowing. Er… well I hope. Tch, yeah yeah I won’t. Don’t let the bloaters fuck y’all up.

Snickers. They hate it that much, huh? Lazily tosses the plush and runs a hand through her hair. She’s leaving with the mental note of getting another one on the way back.

So many thoughts and so little time. Too many headaches. Too many regrets. So. Much. Tension.

Tempted to head pat but doesn’t. Good little gremlin.

( Abby has NO problem going her separate way away from Ellie. She’s got a lot to do and very little fucking time. Not to mention that wracking guilt is creeping back in. She huffs. ) Yeah yeah. It fucking sucks around here; too many infected and not enough of anything. (She is /not/ looking —

Eye roll. “Sure, gremlin. What do gremlins like?” Gently sits them down and rummages in her pocket for a plush toy she found at the aquarium to throw.

This was literally Abby and Ellie.