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It was another of those nights. One in which Sayaka felt themself clutching their covers and trying not to stare at the mirror. One of those nights where they almost regret having their bed in the dead center of their room. It was a paranoid night.
Something in the back of their mind told them that something was amiss, but they couldn’t pinpoint what. There was danger… but where was it? What was it? For a moment they almost feel a hand grab at their neck, before they whip around and find nothing. What was it, what was it, what was it. They felt frozen to the spot and like they were going to bolt all at once. What the hell was it!?
The window. Their mind whispered
Was someone outside? Someone had to be outside. Someone was outside and someone was looking for them. If they stay still, maybe they won’t get caught. But what of the residents of the building? Sayaka was supposed to be a hero, so why are they staying in their bed?
Someone is there. The synapses in their brain screamed.
White knuckled grip upon covers, a paranoid look-around, the urge to do something. They are a hero, they are a hero, they are a hero, they- Sayaka transforms. They are out of bed, magical hero regalia, sword, and all. Their safety be damned, they are a hero goddamnit.
Run. Fight. Do something. Their muscles ached.
Sayaka stalks forward, sword at the ready, towards the window.
They will kill you. They will kill everyone. Their hands shake.
They throw open the curtains and stare outside. Nothing is there.
Bastard must be hiding. The mind reasons.
Reaching for the lock of the window they- A sound startles them out of their determined tunnel vision. A cute little tune echoes through their room. Bedo-beepbeep! Bedo-beepbeep! Shit, their phone. They dart over to the device they had laid on their bed, and quickly press the answer call button out of habit. Fuck.
“Oh! You’re awake, Sayaka-chan!” Madoka’s voice came through the speaker.
“U-Uh yeah! Course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?” The anxiety from the previous situation is still buzzing in their stomach, mixed in with the panic of their dad hearing the phone. Where are their earbuds, where the hell did they go- ah they were tangled in their blankets.
“Well some-” the sound is cut off for just a moment as the hero plugs in their earbuds. “You don’t have your phone at this time.”
“O-Oh yeah, forgot about that!”
He is outside your window. The mind warns.
“Sayaka-chan are you okay?” There is concern plaguing Madoka’s tone.
“Yeah, yeah, nothing that a hero of justice can’t handle!” They give a silly grin that Madoka wouldn’t be able to see, before remembering that this is a phone call. “Not that there really is anything just-”
“ Sayaka-chan . ” Ah. The stern tone she picked up from her mom. Of course.
He will go after Madoka. Their heart says.
Sayaka tenses further, clutching their phone. He can hear the call, can’t he? This is drawing attention to Madoka-
“Madoka it was nice talking to you but I got to get some shut eye-” End the call before he makes up his mind.
“No you are not, something is going on. Do you think I’m in danger again?” Right on the money… shit. Of course she would realize.
“... yes.” The hero mutters quietly.
He is starting to climb the wall. Their shoulders tense.
They glance at the sword in their other hand. “He’s coming…”
“No, no I don't think he is.” Madoka reassures with a gentle confidence.
“But how would you know-”
“He’s walking the other way, Sayaka-chan.” The way she says it… there’s so much... assuredness in her voice.
He’s walking the other way. Away from the building. The mind calms.
“O-Okay… But what if he’s-” They try to argue, still ready for the worst to happen.
“He’s lost interest, he’s going to go to sleep.” Madoka says in that tone that makes her best friend want to believe.
He’s… lost interest… He’s gone away… He’s gone home. The mind settles.
“He’s… He’s gone. But I don’t… I don’t think he’s heading for you. You’re right he’s going home…” They can feel themself starting to relax, heartbeat slowing, shoulders untensing. Their magical hero garb washes away and replaces itself with their pjs once again.
“There you go… Now how about I tell you what mom just said, okay?” A topic change, a focus on their best friend’s voice. Yeah. They can do that.
“The floor is yours.”