♖
♖
♖
♖
♖
♖
♖
♖
♖
♖
❝Lalala! Ahaha! Am I humaning right? ❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF3587 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #89CC16】
|| Devil on my Shoulder || Faith Marie ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF3587 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #89CC16】
|| Devil on my Shoulder || Faith Marie ||
Mizuki opened her eyes. Where was this, what was this? Oh, she was back in the hospital room. There was nothing here to do, nothing here to see, nothing important at all. No one would be visiting today because she was Mizuki, why should anyone come to visit? An inhuman monster, why would anyone want to waste their care and pity on her? And she wouldn't want it any other way. To waste away in a hospital and hurt the least amount of people was the best thing for her, wasn't it? A doll was there, one she didn't recognize. She didn't know what it looked like, but she had a feeling maybe it looked like her. Kids were playing outside the window, it looked like the image of happiness. Well, whatever. It wasn't as if monsters understood happiness anyways.
Y̴̜͛̎̚ǫ̶̹̭͒́͘͠ͅǘ̴͕̱ ̴̫̱̰͔̌͐ș̵̛̹͒̿h̷̼̱̳̤̻̿͒̆̾́o̸̢̨̻̮̔͂̍͗̚ṷ̵̄͒ͅĺ̸̛̼̞ḑ̵̞̭̖͙͊͗̋͛͠ ̵̰̤̠̻̀̀͘j̶̨̨̣̠̹̀̌̂͆û̶͇͚̚s̷̘͚̠̩̀͑̓̍͗ṱ̸͎̳̇͗͘̕͝ ̶̹̪͒̎̀̍̀k̸͚̔͊͛ȉ̸͖l̵̖̋̌̾l̴̦̰̓̆͑͊͋ ̸̭̬̥̰̩͛̽͂̚ỳ̸̰̞̌̽͋̇o̷̧͔̘͖͋̈̓́̔ụ̶͌̓̄r̸͉̗̗͙̘̈́̀̒̓s̷̱͉̯̋ẻ̶̡̮͙̑͝l̶͉̓f̸̲̬̟̬̥̏́
Another day passed. She sighed, then looked back at the strange featureless doll. It was empty, so it reminded her of her. In a world where everyone else was the same meaningless and she was so alien compared to them, it felt comforting to have something to relate to. So, how was she going to pass the time today? "Maybe I can hang myself? Would that be fun?" She moved her hand to the left and suddenly there was a rope there. With practiced ease Mizuki prepared the noose and hung the other end over the railing of her window and tied it taut. She wrapped the noose around her neck and then she sighed, bored again. "No, I already did this last week." Why live? Why be alive? It's not as if she had a purpose or anything. Existence was just such a waste of time. A slow, painful, waste of time.
D̸̠͕̤̪̽̈̕i̵̛͕͙̇͋̊͊e̸̡̗͚̗̣͆͛̈́̋
Make friends and feel bad for making them waste their energy on her instead of useful things? Pain. Avoid everyone and be alone? For some reason, that was pain, too. Every path lead to pain, so what was even the point then? She closed her eyes, too bored to continue being awake. Sleep, sleep it all away.
Another listless day, another day for nothing at all to happen. The doll was yet again her only companion. "Are you trying to talk to me?" She asked one day. Other than a pulsation at the back of her head she didn't get any response. Naturally, of course. Who would want to waste time responding to a monster like her? There were more important things for someone to do, like watch paint dry. Why even bother, anyways? It always made her laugh to watch those idiots floundering in their lives. People floating through life, floating into University or College because they don't know what else to do. Continue schooling, everyone says. Continue schooling, high school says. Not knowing yet what they want in life, they float into post-secondary, going into the places that promise jobs.
Business. Communication. Psychology.
But with all the supply and not enough jobs to satisfy the influx of bored graduated high school idiots, the requirements for those jobs naturally rise. And then the price rise, because of the increased market. And then because there's so many that were simply lead down this path, there's still not enough jobs, so they end up graduating, full of debt, wasted years, and no job at the end of it all.
A̴̖͕̎̒͜n̶̺͎̏̈́d̶̻͉̮̯̈̚͝ ̷̡̞̻̐͂͂͝y̵̥̱̙̓ô̴͇̭̼̬̦͊͘͘͠u̷̢̗͚̍'̶̢̯̩̀̀͛̓ŗ̶̘̐̉͂̌ͅe̸̙͎̜̳͌̀̈͛͝ ̴͙̦̠͙̙͑͊̉n̸̩̣͋̍̈̾ǫ̶̛̀̒̈́ ̵̢̟͕̺̉d̴̹̞͙̥̓̃ͅi̸̢̠̫͙͋̃͒͋ḟ̸͉͂f̷͍̂̈́̓ȩ̶̿̇̈͝r̵̠̰̎͑̄͒̕e̵̢̝̫͑̅̐̚n̶̢͉͓̲̞͌t̴̥̓͒ͅ ̵̡̡̦̭̺̕f̶͍͓̹̅̊̀̈r̸̘̿̍͑ȏ̵̧͔̳m̶̮̖̈́̇ ̶̩̻̳̙̓́̾ͅţ̶͈̿͐̿ḫ̶̛̻̬͊͒͛ẻ̸͈͈̳͇̬ ̸͕̣̦͍̈́̐̂f̶̖͑͂̀̑̈ö̷͕͈̖͓͉́̿̈o̵̫͕͝l̵̨͐ͅş̶̮̦͐̉̈
What was she doing here? What even was here? "I need to help Yui." Light shone on her leg, full of determination. "I can't waste time dreaming here. How do I wake up?" She couldn't listen to the doll, the doll was trying to keep her here, trying to do something. But what? What was happening? She stood up abruptly and then felt something - or someone - wrap an arm around her from behind. Somehow she knew it was herself, yet different. Unlike the gentle feeling she used to get from the doll, this one felt different. "I was cast aside from the Goddess." The dark figure spoke. "But this world is still a die yet un-tossed. You're the same as I, so I'll infect you." Darkness, so much darkness from so many different worlds-
"I'm not you." Mizuki whimpered, clutching at her head. "Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head." Because she was the Oracle, her receptor to the other worlds was more sensitive than most people - most people hardly noticed at all. Because the Goddess of the light world had tried to reach her, a pathway opened for the dark rejected version to make an attempt.
But for now, it would remain only an attempt. "This me doesn't belong to you. Go back to your own worlds." She had a mission. Unlike other Mizukis who had no purpose in life, she had one, and she clung to it with religious fanatacism. "It's my job to bring happiness to the Cocoon!"
Perhaps as a result of fighting off the sudden surge of unexplained darkness, the girl began to seize during the operation to give her eyes that would slowly grow back with time. Her heart spiked and her body thrashed and her mark kept on flipping wildly between neutral and dark. Not even the usual relaxant medications were able to make the violent movements stop. And if Shoku wanted to try and solve the heart problem with a ghost heart, that wouldn't work either. Because of this Mizuki's ability, her internal light and dark levels remained varied only by internal effects. Any superfluous light or dark taken in would simply be dispersed again after some time. That was why she could only temporarily mimic other people's abilities.
So naturally in this world, a ghost heart would only hasten her death.