What Have I Done?

To make a long story short, I was listening to some music, and a rather... unusual song popped up. Said song gave me some... unusual ideas regarding a certain story of mine, which is already well outside my writing comfort zone. So I thought to myself "Sure, why not throw this in, too? It's not like it was the most coherent of stories to begin with."

So just as a heads-up: Once chapter 5 rolls around, I give up pretending I have any real integrity with this story, the story gives up pretending it makes even the slightest bit of sense, and Trixie drowns. Metaphorically? Mostly metaphorically.