[So this is what they meant by that eerie, pieced together message on the network- A glitch.
What a strange thing, to know what it's like to cease to exist. That's how it all started, at least.
It was in midday on that shitty, shitty glass-bottomed boat, the only vessel of its kind that he's hated with so much, that he started to notice something strange. The edges of his fingertips began to fade, something that he watched with dull eyes, mostly because he could never have imagined something so horrible. Then everything changed, all of a sudden he felt there and the next second, like he was gone...
And the going, it was painful. It was painful, to disappear. Like every particle inside him was being ripped apart and then dissipated, burnt in something like hot oil.
There was darkness for a while, and when everything was clear again, there were monsters. More irritating than terrifying, mindless drones he could not reason with, the gatekeepers of this bizarre cybernetic world. At least they are gone for the time being.
He returns home quietly; the blood from his hand smears onto the doorknob as he turns it, and Sakamoto winces in pain as he realizes how sore it is.]
Honey~! Ahaha.
[That sound is like more of a cry for help than a laugh, honestly.]
cereal-verse
What a strange thing, to know what it's like to cease to exist. That's how it all started, at least.
It was in midday on that shitty, shitty glass-bottomed boat, the only vessel of its kind that he's hated with so much, that he started to notice something strange. The edges of his fingertips began to fade, something that he watched with dull eyes, mostly because he could never have imagined something so horrible. Then everything changed, all of a sudden he felt there and the next second, like he was gone...
And the going, it was painful. It was painful, to disappear. Like every particle inside him was being ripped apart and then dissipated, burnt in something like hot oil.
There was darkness for a while, and when everything was clear again, there were monsters. More irritating than terrifying, mindless drones he could not reason with, the gatekeepers of this bizarre cybernetic world. At least they are gone for the time being.
He returns home quietly; the blood from his hand smears onto the doorknob as he turns it, and Sakamoto winces in pain as he realizes how sore it is.]
Honey~! Ahaha.
[That sound is like more of a cry for help than a laugh, honestly.]
I'm home.