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Summary:

A doll who wants to throw away faces in the past.
A cog who makes it rust despite such talents.
A bird who cannot stop flying.
A jewel who sharpens itself to be the knife.

Whether by pure coincidence or a joke of fate, they meet.

Or:
Author's pjsk ocs' story that has little or no appearance of the game characters because I'm bad at making them in character.

Notes:

Uhhh I write this despite having many assignments to do, haha, anyway English is not my first language ahhh I'm really anxious about the grammar and literally have the vocabulary that hasn't improved ever since middle school.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

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/   \     /   \
/    ~‿~     \
(<⁐>    <⁐> )
⌝ –- ^  — ⌜
_________

 

People ignore me, see me as nothing but a speck of paint in their life.

 

Lack of personality, nothing special, dull, unmemorable, do I even exist?

 

Therefore, I changed, I’m changing and I will change to be more than just “That girl”. I will make people remember me, they will recognize me from the slightest moment of my voice, my hair, my style.

 

I will become a whole new saturation from that ugly monotone gray.

 

Until none of my past remains.

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/ \       / \
/     \‿/     \
{(  ‿      ‿   )}
<⌝ __ ▽ __ ⌜>
_________

 

Talent, what does that even mean if the price it costs is all eyes casting upon me?

 

Why can’t the gears run smoothly just like how they are supposed to do? Why can’t I be just a cog among thousands?

But I should appreciate the gift life has given me, that there are others who are unluckier than me out there.

I’m fine, I’m normal, I’m alive, I love my family and friends around me.

 

So, ■■■■■■, please…

 

Don’t look at me with those eyes.

_________

_--/\--_

_  /                  \  _
⌝\<‿>⁔<‿>/⌜
⌝ ‿\   /‿ ⌜
\/
_________

 

I was a bird trapped in the cage called ‘family’.

 

Constantly being watched by them, constantly being on edge, constantly having the fear of doing something wrong, of saying words they don’t want to hear.

 

Until… I was free.

 

It is great, isn’t it? The bird can fly now.

I can say what I think without a single bit of fear, I can live a life of my own, I can do anything I want as I deserve to.

 

But…

 

How do I stop flying?

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_⁔_
_–-      --_
/                 \
( <⁐>    <⁐> )
⌝ –-  00  — ⌜
■■■■
⌝ –‿– ⌜
_________

 

I was shielded, was protected from all the harm of this world.

 

Her arms had always been opened for me, whether it was for an embrace or helping me stand up.

 

Coward.

 

I told myself when I lost everything, lost the wall for me to lean on, the lullaby to my sleep, the sister for me to cry with.

 

Too many weaknesses, too much dependence, too many tears for a man I should have been.

 

Sleep well, dear sister,

 

I won’t let anything hurt me again.

Notes:

The four of them, hidden under different masks.

But maybe...

They are not that much different at all.