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It was a particularly rainy day.
No birds could be heard chirping outside today. All that surrounded Sunday was a thick layer of gray clouds hanging overhead, and the plip plopping of gentle drops of water on the ground below.
They sat on a bench in a park, holding a clear bubble umbrella over their head. The curled handle rested neatly in their left palm as they watched the water collect in a puddle on the ground. There was a worm in the puddle… how interesting…
Feeling a presence nearby, Sunday glanced up to their left, and through the transparent plastic of the umbrella, they saw a familiar face.
“Care if I join you?” Reca grinned. He did not have an umbrella. Sunday quietly nodded, and slid over on the bench, making room for him.
Reca happily sat down, taking Sunday’s umbrella-holding hand in theirs and guiding it so that it shielded both of them. He didn’t let go after doing so.
“Not very talkative today, are we?”
Sunday stared at their hands.
“It’s Tuesday.”
Reca laughed. “Isn’t it Saturda— Oh… right…”
The halovian shivered from the cold air, their gaze meekly cast downwards.
The film director crossed his legs casually, leaning back on the bench. “So… this situation you deal with… they’re all named after days of the week?”
Sunday nodded slowly.
“Tuesday… is the one who’s very distant… Am I correct…?” Reca ran his fingers through his hair with his free hand awkwardly, then turned to meet Sunday’s bright eyes staring up at him through their messy bangs.
“You… remember…”
Reca smiled. “Of course I do. I’m a memokeeper, after all. Thursday is the ‘protector.’ Wednesday likes to wear cute clothes. Saturday is the ecstatic one, and Monday is the depressed one. And Wonweek… We don’t talk about Wonweek. Am I right?”
“Well… you’re generalizing… but yes, you’re right.” Sunday couldn’t help but smile a little, too.
“Hey— I don’t think you’ve ever told me which one of you is the affectionate one…?”
“Ha-ha.” Sunday passed the umbrella to their right hand so they could hold Reca’s hand properly. “Does that answer your question?”
“Um… who am I speaking to right now…?”
Sunday punched Reca playfully with the handle of the umbrella, laughing. “Cut it out!”
“Fine, fine…” The director turned towards his friend, pulling them close and snuggling up to them.
“Reca… we’re not inside, you know… There are people around…”
“I don’t see anyone else here.” He replied happily, hugging on Sunday tighter.
The halovian sighed, smiling, and letting themself rest in the crook of Reca’s neck.
“If you end up as a headline tomorrow morning, don’t blame me.”
“Have you considered that I’m asking for it? Just imagine… “‘ Renowned Film Director and Former Head of The Oak Family Caught Snoodling in Public …’”
“Shut up.”
Reca burst into laughter. Sunday couldn’t help but smile, too.
As his laughter calmed down, Reca leaned his head on Sunday’s shoulder, his sprout of an ahoge brushing against the halovian’s cheek so gently. Sunday’s eyes widened.
“Reca, is it true that your springy sprout… thing is more sensitive than the rest of your hair?”
“What an odd question, my dearest Sunday. Where ever did you get that idea?” The director responded with a hint of playfulness.
“Ah… I saw it in a news headline… I think…”
Reca burst out laughing once more.
Through tears, he choked out, “ ‘Breaking News: Renowned Film Director Mr. Reca’s Head Has A Secret Favorite Petting Spot…’ Oh, my Lord…”
Sunday’s face was bright red at this point. “I-I’m sorry, okay! You don’t have to laugh!”
“You’re too adorable, Mr. Sunday,” Reca muttered as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
Sunday watched the top of Reca’s head as his laughter died down.
“Is it true though, Reca…?”
Reca smiled up at his friend. “It sounds like you want to find out for yourself.”
“Is that okay?”
“Go ahead, I don’t mind…”
Sunday reached their free hand up towards the top of Reca’s head, petting their springy ahoge gently. Then they carefully moved their hand towards the base of the white sprout, scratching the dark brown hair that surrounded it. A calm, pleasant humming sound filled the halovian’s ears… somehow, it sounded like… purring? And, through their glove, it almost felt like Reca was… vibrating…? Sunday’s eyes widened as they continued stroking their friend’s fluffy head.
“Have I… ever told you… Sunday…” Reca sighed quietly as they enjoyed being stroked.
“Have I ever mentioned… that I realized something, because of you…”
“What did you realize, Reca?”
Reca was completely relaxed as they leaned into their friend’s comforting touch. An unusual sight, certainly… Reca was usually so high-strung and charismatic, it was rare to see them in such a peaceful state.
The memokeeper gave a loooong exhale.
“No matter who I am on any given day… my love for you stays the same.”
Sunday’s hand froze in mid air. They weren’t sure what to make of the phrase. So casually thrown into the air, despite its weight… was it that Reca loves them, that made them startle? They already knew that… so why was it so shocking?
No… there was something else Reca was implying.
“Reca… were you actually Reca just now?” Sunday’s tone was gentle… curious.
Reca shifted in their seat, their eyes fluttering as they regained full consciousness.
“It’s fun, you know…” The memokeeper muttered, pressing a hand to their forehead tiredly. “I never know which day of the week I’ll meet when I’m with you. But It’s true that I love every day equally… So don’t go worrying about which one it’ll be. Got it?”
As Sunday’s eyes locked with Reca’s, they noticed a tinge of melancholy amongst their smiling gaze. With the halovian’s hand still frozen in the air between them, they fought the urge to reach out towards their friend once more.
Sunday pulled their hand back hesitantly, resting it in their lap. Reca ran their fingers through their bangs, staring at the ground.
“It explains a lot about you, though.”
The director snapped their head up to meet their friend’s. “What do you mean…?”
“Unlikely friends… our paths crossing seemingly out of nowhere. What was it that brought us together, anyway?”
Reca was silent.
Sunday smiled at them, knowingly.
“It’s because we’ve always been more alike than we thought.”
Reca reached a shaky hand out, placing it on top of their friend’s.
“Maybe so… maybe so.”
The halovian took the memokeeper’s hand in theirs.
“It’s a funny sort of love…”
Reca’s eyes widened.
“Not romantic… not sexual… not familial…” Sunday continued, their gaze resting on the pair’s intertwined hands. “What could it be?”
“Some… other… fourth thing…?” Reca scratched their cheek with their free hand, their eyes fixated off to the side. Sunday laughed.
“Haha… yeah. Some other fourth thing.”
“Hey… the rain stopped…” Reca followed Sunday’s gaze upwards towards the clouds. Sure enough, the rain had stopped a while ago, and the two of them were only slightly damp from the drizzle.
The umbrella coincidentally lay on the ground by the worm and its puddle. The dense gray clouds still hung thickly overhead. But the rain had stopped. And both friends were sure they were loved by each other. Therefore, all was good.
All was good.
(And thankfully, they were not the headline in the papers the next morning, much to Reca’s dismay.)
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Little author’s note about my headcanons of Reca and Sunday's parts!
Reca:
Mr. Reca — The host and the character we know in the game. ADHD energy… adores movies and frogs and doesn’t care about much else. Secretly takes notes on everything that happens to them.
Mr. Memo — Persecutor who has an “identity complex” of sorts. Incredibly insecure and struggles with feeling “alive.” Looks exactly like Reca but has smaller (closer to canon) white streaks in their hair.
Mr. Rina — Protector who takes the form of a young girl. They dress very cute and are especially good at preserving memories. They hold all of Reca’s memories from when they were human.
Sunday:
Sunday — The host and the playable character we know from 2.7 onwards. Quiet, stoic, very kind; but not super outwardly emotional. Not shy, but kind of awkward… can be blunt at times.
Wonweek — Holds Sunday’s past memories. Persecutor. Believes Sunday needs to “loosen up” and “take risks.” Sunday doesn’t like to talk about them much, probably because of their painful memories.
Monday — Depressed and sad. Frequently feels very low energy, and is kind of bad at communicating.
Tuesday — The one who dissociates the most / is most separated from reality. Spends a lot of time alone.
Wednesday — Cheerful and upbeat. Has a great sense of fashion and loves cute clothes.
Thursday — Protector who handles social interactions with strangers.
Friday — Persecutor with a lot of long-held detrimental beliefs.
Saturday — The happy, carefree one with the capability to feel “on top of the world elated”
I’m really itching to write an analysis on how memoria + memokeepers are allegories for dissociation and its related disorders, so watch out for that on tumblr! I’ve already written one on Sunday's dissociative disorder in 2.7!
Yay thanks for reading!