I Live In a Constant State of Fear and Misery! Visell Runs the ProZu Down! Pt.1

Naomi goes on a business to earth for 3 months leaving Visell under the supervision of her nanny. Visell comforts Dedestra over the summer break.
One-day Visell comes over too early and sits in Dedestra's room waiting for her to come back. (She has a key) Visell spends some minutes looking around at Dedestra's room, resisting the urge to snoop. She takes off her backpack full of records and plops it down the queen size bed before falling backward on it herself. Fiddling around her phone, She hears the click of the screen door open and the door shut. Visell frantically puts her phone in her pocket and preens her hair and attempts to strike a salacious but not too lewd-kind of a cute pose, She tries 2 or 3 before settling on sitting up straight, leaning back on her hands with legs crossed. A hardy sigh shoots down the hallway, dampened by exhausted footsteps escapes, Dedestra turns the corner into the hallway as she steps over the threshold holding her head as if trying to soothe a hardy migraine.
"What's shakin' bacon?" Visell says with nervous enthusiasm, blushing with a smirk! GASP! Dedestra crashes against her door frame! Visell feels Dedestra's heart skip! "Good Christ on a rice cake!!!" Dedestra brays, clutching at her chest as her knees go limp, she leans against the door trying to catch her breath. Visell casually unwinding on her legs and snickers "Dang, Zempai! Sorry about that! I couldn't help but try and get you good this time!" The half-smile fades from her face as she senses the panic in Dedestra's body.
Sweat beads on her head as she tentatively looks behind her shoulder, the muffled sound of car doors slamming out she pierces her ears and her heart sinks; "S-Symown(!) What . . . are you doing here so early! This is not a good time(!) I'm afraid you must leave . . . Now!" Visell scoff, "Dude, what's up? Is something wrong? If so just let me handle it! or is it because . . . I scared you?" She blushes and looks off to the side. "Look, I apologize!, I thought I would be funny . . . I'll make it up to you(!)" Dedestra straightens her stance "*heavy sigh* Much appreciated but that's far from a concern currently. . ." Dedestra's breathing is ragged she peers around the door frame down the hall. Visell springs up, an intense glare sours her face as quickly shuffles over to grab Dedestra's hand!
"Zempai, what the hell's going on!? If you're in trouble you need to tell me right freaking now!" Visell says sternly squeezing her hand tenderly. Dedestra looks into her compassionate knightly eyes, she closes hers to avert her gaze, as the pressure on her hand loosens the fond memory of Visell holding her hand just as tenderly for the first time. "Don't worry about it, please. I'll be fine if you leave out the window! Come back in an hour. In fact, it's quite serendipitous! I smell and we very can much enjoy our music together while reek of musk(!) Now, off you go!"
she declares nervously in shivering tones while pushing Visell to the window hastily, desperately begging her to get out through the window! Visell resists two sets of footsteps are heard trudging through the living room. Visell pushes back against her force, disrupting it, and turns around to peer into Dedestra's eyes with a disapproving and suspicious glare. Dedestra looks away nervously. Visell scans Dedesta's face, longing, pining for that even, earnest icy stare! Visell whispers "Zempai. . ." Dedestra glances over nervously. "Stop lying(!) They're here. Aren't they!?" Dedestra nods her head, ashamed and abashed. Visell sneers. "Good!" Sounds from the kitchen chime through the halls along with muffled laughter and jovulation.
"Sounds like they're helping themselves to your snackies! Pretty crappy last meal but it's far from the worst decisions they made today!" Visell grumbles in hushed tones, brandishing her claws. Dedestra grabs Visell's loose flannel shirt as she tries to brush past her. Dedestra wraps her arms around Visell tightly. She feels how tense her body is, the sting of static through her turtle neck. "Please Symown! You're not thinking rationally! You can't take all of them! They probably have more people with them! 2 of them are Gizo-jin! Jujjin and . . . Okira . . .they're both very cruel . . . and think about my family, Symown, our home." Visell hair ruses in a maelstrom of static brushing against Dedestra."So can I!" Dedestra grips tighter "Symown!" Visell grits her teeth "Ch! So, what is rational(!?) Letting them screw around with your family? With you? Zempai! They . . . just come around and touch you . . . how can you . . . !" Visell suppresses her frustrations.
Dedestra wraps tighter "I know, I know," she says with her soothing motherly voice. "But we must ruminate on that later! Presently, It's just easier if you just let this go . . . They said they simply desire to talk. So." Dedestra spins Visell around by her shoulders and walks her to the window. Please just come back in ten minutes! I'll buy you all the mochi and goat curry as the world can sustain! If you please just go!" Visell growls "Fine! but I'm not doing this for the fucking curry or mochi, I'm doing this for you, Bakuna (Dumb-ass)!" The tension her body subsides. "But I will take the curry!" Dedestra winces at the cursing but nestles her face into Visell's head graciously. "My deepest thanks!" Visell glances back with a blinding scowl disapprovingly. Dedestra clears her throat "Uh, very fair, but I'm still appreciative."
Loose footsteps and jubilation trail down the living room and the hallway. GASP! Dedestra rushes over to the bed. She plops down trying to arrange her legs in her usual innocent and calm fashion. Visell strains her fingers under the wood window frame. [Shit! It's stuck] Dedestra looks back! To see Visell struggling to open the window. Her heart rate spikes! "Symown!" She Yell-whispers. Visell uses her mother-given strength to jet the window open. CRACK! The splitting of wood and cracking of glass stab their ears as the window becomes stuck halfway, The chime of falling glass clammer with Visell reactive footsteps. Visell glances back at with childlike troubled guilt. Dedestra's eyes widen as the footsteps grow louder and lowed, obscenities and inquiries rush from the hall. They strain their eyes scanning at each other. Unable to speak, unable to whisper. Bonshegii fails and the language of the body supplements. Which one will run, which one will cower? Their eyes dart around the room looking for an escape or looking for weapons. Hearts roaring blood and muscles straining as the cavalcade of footsteps reach the frame of the door, like the rumbling roll of bass drums in an orchestra.

A strong exhale fills the stale room. An exhale to center the mind. An exhale that clears of all stress, all emotion, all passions and leaves not but rational, cold, and calculative thought. The exhale that turns a human mind into a passive computer. The exhale that escapes Dedestra's lips as the 3 figures appear before her.