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HeavensToBetsy · **02-16-2026, 04:40 PM**

"That's an awful lot of word vomit just to say you're too much of a coward to face me again."

The Impossible Traveler smirks into the camera.

"I've always admired your ability to get on camera and confidently spew the incoherent tripe you put out. But since I've got your attention... Because you just can't help yourself... And really, neither can I. I'm happy to set a few things straight on that drunken history report."

She holds up a single finger... We'll let you guess which one.

"First, I'll own up to the more accurate stuff you mentioned... Mostly about my dramatic ass doing dramatics. My life fell apart; I wasn't getting where I wanted to go. My career and personal life were garbage. I threw a tantrum, lost my mind for a while, and ran back to the stars. That's a fair summary, and I won't take that little bit away from you.

But I'm back, Jenny, and I'm not going anywhere this time. So you may as well accept this friendly little challenge of mine, because I'll make it happen one way or another.

Why?"

Betsy chuckles.

"Because, despite whatever revisioned history you've deluded yourself into, I never needed you for clout or climbing. Once, a brief time ago, I thought I did; too much of that self-worth you claimed I don't have was indeed absent at that point.

Luckily for us both, I've shed that skin of insecurity and have come back something far brighter than before.

You should be scared to face me again. If you thought the sting of losing at my hands was bad before, I'd love to show you some of the new tricks I picked up."

Betsy nibbles on her lip for a moment.

"I don't need stepping stones anymore, Jenny. I'm already a star, and I did that for myself. No James. No Warsteiin, No Caedus- who I never banged, for the record.  I'll let that one go. I know how many bumps to the head you take. It's not my problem that you choose to ignore the fact that the moment I stepped into this company, I outshone everything you ever worked for. My running off was a blessing for you, Jenny; it gave you a chance to crawl out from under my shadow."

Betsy flips her hair over her shoulder.

"You hate the fact that I could be gone as long as I was... Leaving as dramatically as I did... And quickly reclaim the attention and adoration you crave above all else. Nobody forgot me, Jenny; they were waiting with bated breath for me to come home and begin another chapter. To bring wonder back to the mundane.

It must eat you alive that I barely have to lift a finger to make waves, while you continue to do the parasite leaching you accuse me of.

I suppose it takes one to know one, but Jenny... I don't need to hide behind Bash or anyone else. All the things you accuse me of doing, of being in the past... Do you not see how the tables have turned? I hide behind no groups, but I can barely see your stupid fucking ponytails over the shoulders of the others in the Corporation.

Come out and play.

But I suppose I do pose a bit more of a challenge than the Hixx sisters combined."

She flashes a challenging smile to the camera.

"Oh dear, now I'm the one rambling, aren't I? Let's get to the root of your refusal, then:

You know, I haven't lost my step yet, and you definitely don't want your face under my boots again.

You shrink away from what has already chipped away at your pride.

So keep hiding behind your new friends; I'll be out here, waiting and willing, when you're ready to grow some tits and face me one more time."

Betsy shrugs as the camera fades to black.

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