Hey
Im kinda stupid at times so ignore that lmao
Pansexual
Polyamorous
She/they
Likes:
Sally face, TBHK, my gfs, Hazbin hotel, welcome home, Salvis (fight me istg), Sonic memes, and probably more lmao-
I just spent probably an hour on Pinterest saving Sally face memes for no reason other than obsession- so ya!
Si, they are making another. The process is taking forever, but it's coming :)
(Note: this oc is in the same au as @Cittykatgirl ’s Cassidy Fisher, which I help with character development on :))
(PICS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POST)
Name: Sori (soar-ee) Kirkol (kirk-ole)
Age: 15 ish (The Bologna Incident time), 25 ish (memories and dreams)
Backstory: when Sori turned 7, her grandmother gave her a book about witchcraft that she read night after night. She became obsessed with witchcraft and began dressing up as one for school picture day, Halloween, and eventually every day. Kids at school began to make fun of her and would bully her, tearing her hat and outfit or ripping pages out of her book. Even her mother told her that she had an “unhealthy obsession” and would repeatedly throw out her clothes and hat. On Sori’s 14th birthday, she tried out a spell on a mean classmate that brutally amputated his leg. Her mother then decided that she needed to move to somewhere new for a fresh start, so they moved to Nockfell.
During game events: in the bologna incident, Cassidy starts doing aerial silks and meets Sori who also takes classes there. Sori is very talented at silks and at multiple times helps Cass more than the teacher could. They become closer friends and Sori shows Cass her non-aerial attire, her witch costume, and expects Cass to bully her. Instead, Cassidy tells Sori to always be herself and not to worry about what other people say, Cass being in a similar situation with her and her brother being bullied because of their masks.
In Memories and Dreams, The cult discovers Sori and the powers that she holds with her spellbook. They recruit her, convincing her that they are helping people, and have her perform a spell which half-summons the red eyed demon, causing Cass and Sal to begin seeing it. After Sori does another spell, the red eyes begins to affect people and eventually causes the mass murder at Addison Apartments. Sori then meets Philip, a former nockfell high student, and begins to develop feelings for him. When the cult decides to use him as a victim for the ritual, she learns what they are doing is wrong and tries to stop them, but is wounded and has to secretly escape with Philip. She then plays an important role of helping Ashley semi-revive sal as her arm, and then escapes with Philip to South Africa.
(anyway this is a lot but expect more detailed scenes soon)
(and @Cittykatgirl i hope you don’t mind me using Cass)
Heres some pictures of sori in her witch attire:
Her aerialist uniform :
(small gore warning, and there is I think 2 times that they cuss, but I censored what I could find :))
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Prologue
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Thump thump…Thump thump…Thump thump
My heart was pounding in my chest as I ran down the hallway of the hospital.
“Mama?!” I cried out, “Sal?!” Pain was surging through my head as shadows started to build in the corners of my vision, which was rapidly blurring.
I felt so alone, hurt, and scared as tears formed in my eyes. I ran through more and more doors until I eventually made it into a dark room…then I saw her.
“...Mama?” she was covered in blood, half her body mangled. The walls were a darker shade then the rest of the hospital, and covered in blood. Looking closer at them I noticed some of the blood spelled out words like ‘Murderer’, ‘They’re all going to die’, and ‘He’s coming’.
A loud crash came from the hallway. I jumped in surprise, and didn’t bother to turn around, I just sprinted to the bed and hid underneath.
“Here Cassy Cassy” A male voice said as it entered the room. I turned my head to see his blue sneakers, and red ripped jeans. “Come out, come out wherever you are”
I held my breath as he stopped and stood directly in front of me. I held my hands to my mouth to stop me from making any noise, but found that my face was covered in bandages.
I then heard the male chuckle lowly, then he walked to the side of the bed. I sighed quietly as he moved farther away from me, but then I felt a strong hand grab me by the leg. I screamed as he dragged me out from under the bed, and held a knife up to stab me.
I only had a quick glimpse of him. But a glimpse was enough. Enough to recognize familiar, messy, blue hair. Enough to recognize the discolored piece of his mask. Enough to recognize that it was an older version of my twin brother…Sal Fisher.
I felt a sharp pain as his knife went through my chest..and then…
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I jolted awake to see Sal was already up, and fully dressed.
“Nightmares again?” He asked me, “I saw that you were crying in your sleep”
“Nightmare” I corrected him, “It’s always the same one…” I paused for a moment, then added, “You had a nightmare too, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.” He answered, “What exactly is your nightmare about?”
It took me a while to find the right words…but then one word came to mind… “Mom”
We stayed quiet for a few seconds, but then, out of nowhere, he hugged me, and said, “..Me too…”
I uncomfortably hugged him back. We both had had issues with nightmares because of…the day mom died… but for the most part we kept it to ourselves. But, I never really told him about the part that involves him. I had always replaced that part with a dog attack instead of him attacking.
After all, a dog attack isn’t that hard to believe, and I heard from Sal that he had a dog in his nightmares too. Though, he said that the dog talks to him inside of his nightmares.
“...Sis?” I snapped out of my thought as he backed away from me a bit, then added “Are you ok?”
“I-...I’m fine, Sal” I said, truth be told, it was a lie…I just didn’t want to worry him. I tried to change the subject, “Why don’t we go see what dad is doing?”
“Ok, sure I guess.” Sal said. So off we went. We left our shared bedroom, and walked over to our father’s room.
After knocking on the door, we entered, and Sal asked “Hey Dad, any idea on what me and Cass can do?”
“Why don’t you two introduce yourselves to the neighbors?” Our Dad suggested. “Maybe you two could make friends?”
“Ok” Sal agreed, then looked over at me as I stayed quiet.
“Ok, let’s just be honest,” I said suddenly, “Sal’s gonna make friends, not me”
“Well, I won’t just let you stay antisocial your entire life.” Dad said.
“I’m not antisocial! All I need in my social life is my family, and I’ll be fine!” I snapped back at him.
Then Sal sighed, and said, “Come on, Sis. If you’re not planning to make friends, then at least come with me so you won’t be alone.”
“Fiiiine” I finally gave in, “But can I grab something from our room real quick?”
“Ok, I’ll be waiting at the door for you” He agreed, “Don’t take to long”
I nodded my head, then walked into our room,and got dressed. To be honest, I didn’t try that hard to look good…all I did was put on an oversized, black t-shirt with a Sanity’s Fall logo on the back that slightly revealed my left shoulder, a pair of black, ripped jeans, and black sneakers.
I was about to leave our room, but then I looked back at the small table beside my bed. I walked over, seeing my alarm clock which wasn’t ever set, and a pair of spiked headbands. I picked the headband, and placed it on top in my dark purple, wavy hair which was currently in two buns.
I then opened the drawer beneath the table, revealing a pocket knife which was neatly cleaned, and seemed to sparkle in the light of the room. It wasn’t like I was planning to kill… It’s just that things don’t seem right here… so I grabbed the knife, and quickly shoved it into the back pocket of my jeans. It was only for protection, not for anything else…
I looked over the room one more time, talked to Gizmo, gave him a few pets, then left.
Gizmo was technically Sal’s cat, but to be honest Gizmo was a best friend to both of us. I still remember the day we got Gizmo… Mom had died a few years before. Me, and Sal were both seeing a therapist…They said there was no hope for me…but they brought Gizmo in, and Sal seemed to be improving. After a while, they allowed Sal to take Gizmo home, and put me on several different types of pills, most of them were experimental, and did more harm than help.
There were a few pills for helping me sleep, for taking away painful headaches, for anxiety, and a few for making me “happier”, for example. But like I said, most of them didn’t work…
I walked out of our bedroom door, and saw our Dad sitting on the couch…but no Sal in sight.
“Hey Dad…Where’s Sal?” I asked him.
“Oh, I sent him out.” He answered, “He said that he’d be down on the first floor, waiting for you”
I nodded, “Ok then, see ya, Dad”
He waved goodbye as I walked out the front door of the apartment, but as I was making my way to the elevator I saw a police officer guarding apartment 403.
“Hey, what happened?” I asked him,curiously.
“None of your business” He snapped at me, then added, “Are you in some sort of gang? What’s with the stupid mask?”
I glared at him, “Gang activity thing.”
He scoffed at me, “Great, another f***ing delinquent”
“It’s a prosthetic face, Dumb**s” I said to him, “Maybe if you actually considered things, you would actually be considered a good cop instead of guarding the scene of the crime, which by the looks like a murder scene, let’s face it”
“And how would you know what a murder scene looks like, Little girl?” He said, looking me up and down…silently judging me... 'Little girl'?! gods, if he's going to be this condescending to me... I almost wish I was in a gang, so we could take care of HIM.
“Witnessed one…” I said, then pointed to my mask briefly, “August 16th 1984. New Jersey”
“Who was killed?” He asked.
“None of your business” I snapped. HAH! I got to turn his words back at him!
He just scoffed again, then grumbled to himself so I decided to leave, and go to the first floor. After a short time in the elevator, I walked out to see Sal waiting in front of Ms. Rosenberg’s apartment.
“Hey Sal” I greeted him, “I see you started without me.”
“Yeah, I spoke with Ms. Rosenberg” He said, “...she called me a girl multiple times…and she talks a lot, but she’s nice”
“Well, at least you probably won’t get arrested any time soon” I said.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” He said, suddenly very serious,and kinda surprised.
“Showed the officer guarding 403 some brutal honesty” I answered, “He deserved it. And why do you instantly assume that I did something?!”
“Because it’s you,” He told me.
“...” I thought about it for a second,then sighed, “Fair enough.”
And with all that said, and done, we decided to say hi to Mr.Addison. We walked over to his door, and Sal knocked.
Then the mail slot opened as Mr.Addison’s eyes appeared on the other side as he happily said, “Well, if it isn’t my two favorite twins! What can I do for ya?”
“Oh, we just wanted to say hi,” I said.
“Well then, Hello to you both” he said, “Would either of you like some tea? It’s free for those who live in the building but everyone else has to pay for it”
“No, thank you” Sal answered, “But maybe later”
“Alright then,how about you, Miss?” He asked me.
“No thanks” I answered sweetly.
We said our goodbyes, and went into the elevator. After a few minutes on the second floor, we went back into the elevator, to go up to the third floor.
The elevator beeped as the doors closed, and the elevator music started.
“You’ve been oddly quiet…” Sal said, “is something wrong?”
I looked at him, still thinking about my nightmare, “I’m fine”, I lied, “Just thinking…lost in thought, you know?” I looked down
“It’s about the nightmare, isn’t it…” He asked, but I stayed quiet “Cass… If there’s anything you want to talk about… I’m here for you. You know that, right?”
I looked back at him, a bit nervously, and lied again, “I’m fine. Now, can you please drop it.”
“Fine…”
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…It Doesn’t Add Up…
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“We had been walking around the apartments for a while, and met a lot of… “Interesting”... people. But eventually, we met a nice lady named “Lisa Johnson”. She told us that normally things that happen around here aren’t so gruesome… I think she was talking about the murder, next door, in 403. She told us that the victim’s name was “Mrs. Sanderson”, and that it all had happened the day before we moved in, so Sal, our dad, and I weren’t suspects in the cops’ eyes. Also, that there were supposedly no witnesses, even though her son, named Larry, claimed to witness it. I can tell you now, I had no idea what sort of trouble I was getting myself into, but the alluring call of mystery was grabbing hold of me, and who would I be to turn down such a tempting offer.” I stated.
“And why, may I ask, was the Sanderson murder case so interesting to you?” Asked Dr. Enon
“Because, something about it all didn’t add up.” I answered.
“How did it not add up?” He asked me.
“A murder took place while almost everyone was in the building, and the one person who did witness it was just thought to be trying to prank the cops. Out of all the people in the building, no one heard a single scream, or any signs that a murder was taking place. And the most interesting fact, the cops, while apparently trying their hardest to solve the case, never got any leads, and never tried following leads that were handed to them…and it all happened the day before we moved in.” I claimed.
“And is this why you were so interested in the Johnson boy? Because he, according to you, witnessed the murder? Or was it later on, when he died? …I seem to remember you investigating the case even though it was only a suicide. And, you’ve brought him up quite a few times during your former visits with me” He said.
“Larry Johnson, albeit not the smartest person, was an essential part of solving The Mystery. And when he died, it left us all heartbroken” I snapped.
“So your way of coping was to solve murder cases, and suicide cases?” He asked me.
“I never said anything of that sort!” I exclaimed.
“Let us recall then… Your mother’s death. A horrible accident. I suspect you were still grieving while you moved to the apartments, beforehand, most definitely. A murder took place, and you grew an unhealthy obsession with the case, blocking out people from your social life, isolating yourself until you climbed yourself out of the grave you were digging.” The Doctor stated.
“But-” I was cut off.
“People you knew quite well started disappearing, and you go off, and try to solve the case. Leading to you, and your brother, years later, claiming that your former school’s bologna was made with human meat.” He stated firmly.
“It was true-” I was cut off yet again.
“And the latest piece from you. Mr. Johnson’s death, as well as you, and your brother’s arrest. You started claiming that there is a cult pulling all of the strings,and plotting the end of the world? …Do you hear yourself when you talk? You have to admit, it’s all so far-fetched, and extravagant that you're just saying all of this now.” He said.
“I…” I was left nearly speechless, “I know that it is all true… Please… just let me continue with telling you… and you’ll understand too…” I begged
He let out a deep sigh, “Fine… Cassidy Fisher, You may continue”
Draco Malfoy = Travis Phelps
Hermione Granger = Todd Morris
Ron Weasley = Larry Johnson
Harry Potter = Sal Fisher
Ginny Weasley (or Cho...maybe Luna?) = Ashley Campbell
Neville Longbottom = Chug (maybe?)
Lucius Malfoy = Kenneth Phelps
Lord Voldemort/Tom Riddle = Red-eyed Demon
Sirius Black = Terrence Addison (?)
Death Eaters = D.O.G. Cult
Dementors = The residents of Addison Apartments that were infected
Peter Pettagrew (or Umbridge) (sorry if I misspelled-) = Ms. Packerton
Dobby = Megan Holmes (or Soda)
Severus Snape = (?)
Dumbledore = (?)
Lily and James Potter = Henry and Diane Fisher
Any suggetions?
