There was a voice just outside of his prison. Now he was confined in a small space with nowhere to go. There was no light, no matter how many times he blinked.
When he reached out again, he was consumed by darkness and felt a barrier in between himself and the other. Louder, louder, until it sounded like the voice was right in front of him. Soon, the hum and roar died down, and the voice grew louder. Memories, a fragment of his memories were gone, and as the void swallowed the light whole, he couldn’t even remember what he was running from–and whatever it was, it roared behind him, just as ear piercing as it was mechanical. As he did, a piece of his light broke off and flickered away. There was a loud, mechanical hum coming from behind him, something that made him cry out with terror and desperately try to run faster. With the force of sheer willpower, he ran towards the voice. A voice he started to move towards, through thick air, as if the gravity of the earth wanted to pull him under. Everything surged through him all at once, and the light grew so bright in his hands that it had started to blind him.Īmong the chaos of his being, he heard a voice. He extended out a hand, a hand that belonged to no one, to take a hold of the life he once held.Īs the darkness faded and light burst all around him, he remembered who he was. As he moved closer, the fog in his mind started to lift, and he came to the realization that the light he saw was his very existence. This one was stronger, warm and bright and beckoning. Where was he? What was he? Who was he?Īnother glimmer of light appeared before him. His mind felt like shattered glass, and he was trying to pick up the pieces to paint a clear picture.Īnd then, there was nothing. The light flickered, and the memory flickered with it. It felt foreign, outside of himself, but the echoes were fading. Did he even respond? There was a warm sensation in his hand. “Could you at least pretend to forgive me?”Įverything else faded into the darkness. One thing, one thing among the broken words managed to stick out to him and his shapeless form, loud and clear. The other’s lips parted and moved, but he could only remember fragments of the words he said.
With purpose, with reason, now laying beside the boy with lilac eyes. Was he alive? Apparently yes, as his eyes blinked and welled with tears. There was no semblance of color in the face that mirrored his own, nothing to indicate that the mirror image he was staring at was even alive.
MONOKUMA PLUSH SKIN
Dark hair that shimmered purple, eyes the color of lilac, and skin a pale, sickly ivory that contrasted against the dark gray surrounding him. One not quite his own, like a reflection of a life he never had. A useless form without shape or purpose.Īs his mind flickered to life, he remembered a face. Everything that he was–the glimmer, his form, his being–everything, were nothing more than flickering fragments of light and regret.
Soft and dim, yet there wasn’t any warmth in this light.Ĭold.
MONOKUMA PLUSH SERIES
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