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Thursday
16 May, 1985
6:03:17 P.M.
(You enter the doors of Bella’s Pasta.)
(You head to the Manager’s office.)
(You think about how you hate that blinding bastard, Julien.)
(His robot got your son killed.)
(He got your son killed.)
(You shut the door behind you.)
(That self-righteous quasar thinks that he can just say “my condolences,” and get away with murder?!)
(No. No. No! No, no, no.)
(You clench your fists and look down at the family photo on your desk.)
(“I love you, babba! ~me”)
(You hold the photo tightly in your hands.)
(Julien.)
(Your teeth clench.)
(Blind you, Julien.)
(Maybe… Maybe you can get revenge.)
(Yes, yes, that’s it!)
(An eye for an eye!)
(But how?)
(Julien has no children of his own.)
(So what if… what… if…)
(...What if you take something equally as important from him?)
(The life he spent decades building?)
(You smile as you put away the photo into your drawer.)
(You stand up.)
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(You head out of the kitchen.)
(A kitchen knife is snuggled inbetween your hip and your pants.)
(It’s uncomfortable, but it’ll have to do.)
(You make your way to the Saferoom a short ways away.)
(As soon as you’re in, you shut the door behind you.)
(You set the knife on a counter.)
(You’ll show Julien, alright.)
(You begin slipping on the suit, the older one.)
(That suit.)
(The one held over from the old diner.)
(You finish slipping it on after a while, being careful to avoid sudden movements.)
(You head out to the main restaurant.)
“Happy birthday, Astelle~!”
“Yeah, Astelle, happy birthday!”
“Hap-wee biwthday!!”
“It’s Happy Birthday, ’Ren.”
(...A birthday, hm?)
(You look over.)
(A young girl with shoulder-length, darkless hair is smiling before a cake.)
(Her friends are smiling around her.)
(You smile.)
(You just have to get them alone.)
(You wait for an opportunity.)
(Then, one of her friends, a young girl, she begins singing Happy Birthday for ‘Astelle’.)
(She has a darkless bow, and lightless hair.)
(You’ve got a target.)
(You await for Astelle to finish her birthday ceremonies intially before approaching.)
“Well, little one, you’ve won a special prize for best singer in the whole restaurant~!”
(She looks up at you.)
(She can’t be any older than 11 or 12.)
“R-really..?”
“Of course!”
“Follow me~!”
(She hesitates a moment before taking your hand.)
“...O- Okay!”
(You smile as you lead her toward the Saferoom.)
(As you lead her towards the knife.)
“...S-So… my name is Mirabelle!”
“Oh, that’s wonderful.”
“My name is… Bonbon! Bonbon bunny, heheh…”
“...Now, Mirabelle, in there is your prize!”
(She goes in.)
“...It’s so dark in here… are you sure, Mr. Bonbon..?”
“I’m sure.”
(You shut the door behind you as you retrieve the knife.)
(She gasps when the lights turn on and she notices the glint of the blade.)
“WH- WAIT-”
(She backs up slightly.)
(You hesitate a moment as she begs.)
(It reminds you of them.)
( )
(...You raise the knife and)
(Her pleas fall on deaf ears.)
(She goes silent.)
(...Stars.)
(You need somewhere to hide the body.)
(You look around.)
(...There.)
(The suits.)
(They’re out for maintanance right now.)
(You remove your suit so that you can lift the body up safely.)
(You head over to the suit for Bella, that singing bunny.)
(You clean off your mascot suit until you can’t see the blood on your suit anymore.)
(You slip the suit on once it’s clean.)
(You turn back to the door once your costume is clean and on.)
(You exit back to the main restaurant.)
(You’re not satisfied.)
(You need more.)