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04/06/██ : Paracosm Corporation, ████:
04:31 a.m.—Residence hall '2B' Unit, 2nd floor.
H.A Perriester A. ████'s dormitory, hall 4.
" Hey- hey! i-i can explain the why i'm absent so much, just.. g-give me some time! " Perrie's voice slipped through the phone call, stuttering somehow. It seemed like he was nervous, beginning to mumble too. " I-it's not like i'm doing it in so much purpose, but- "
The another voice on the call spoke. " Perrie, i know Sonata is being a problem to you. But you need to continue working—not just going on hiatus all of the sudden. No wonder why our boss keeps asking for you. We keep telling them that we don't fucking know, Perrie! "
" I- i'll come back soon! I swear. I promise, i promise! Sonata's still around, she won't leave me alone the time she catches me back on-spot.. " He gulped, his voice now hurried. " K-keep yourself busy, will you?! "
" Fine. But do come back. We need you. "
The phone call was hung up, leaving Perrie sitting on his office chair, right in front of the monitor. He sighed, beginning to type in relief.
06:23 a.m. / SURG. Sonata K. █████'s dormitory, hall 5.
Pre-occupied with main work—Sonata's cork bulletin board was filled with many.. MANY pictures of Perrie. Even the littlest ones, always kept together. Even letters, drawings or a voodoo doll of him. Sonata was proud of her stalking, satisfied whenever. Perrie's stalker and so-called 'fan'.
Sonata, admiring her board, petted one of her handmade plushies she had sewn, stitched and patched up. The more she thought of him, the more disgusting she was. Lucid dreams of making Perrie cry, suffer and have him under her control .
Turning around, her foot pushed on the ground to slide the office chair towards her desk. Sonata placed down the plushie near her monitor and mouse. Typing on the keyboard and opening files, the cursor selected a archive of a file named by "Perrie's recordings". A smile crept from her lips, clicking on the video archive.
In the video archive, the place is demonstrated in a surgical ward—Perrie being followed by someone from behind—which it seemed that they were the one recording. Perrie began sprinting after 1 minute of walking, pacing towards a OR—the recording frame began shaking, as if the person recording was running. There was a inmediate cut: which went from running to inside the OR. Perrie backed off in the camera front, stumbling. The person behind the camera showed a cutter, sliding it up with the hard handle, rising towards Perrie. To Perrie's horror, he was pursued to the surgical table.
" When are you going to leave me alone?! " Perrie screamed. His expression dawning in horror and fear. The person recording did not respond. The camera focused on Perrie, zooming little, before the person lunged at Perrie, him screaming. Another recording frame cut was applied.
The next scene was in the surgical table—Perrie undressed and restrained by a singular metal cuff for two wrists—after all, his legs weren't restrained, the person in his side—which, the individual's figure covered his lower body. The angle was set to mid mix of Worm's Eye side view and Eye-level rotation, camera grounded on a table and zoomed in by 1.5x focus. The person began caressing Perrie's body, him glancing away slightly—triggered by the uncomfortable and unknown touch recognization of the person. Outside the recording, Perrie couldn't see who that identity was.
Perrie choked out in a mutter, stuttering. " S-stop- stop! Don't d-do that! " He pleaded, vulnerable. Perrie attempted to pry, but he had no avail. The person suddenly began stroking his member, Perrie leaving a choked gasp. " W-wh- what the- fffuckk.. "
About like.. some minutes, screams of Perrie began ringing off the video—Sonata in front of the monitor's screen: in pure darkness, watching how he suffered. But—it seemed that Sonata had closed the window from the video archive, leaving it in mid-pause. Pushing the office chair, she began nearing her drawers—opening the first by the heart-like shaped handle: old cameras, knives or daggers, razor blade replacements, and the same cutter shown in the video archive. Sonata grabbed a handful of things—sliding it to her satchel. Packing the most important things for her deals, and walking to the door, Sonata exited her dorm in the usual wear—lab coat, polka dot ruffled sweater underneath in sky blue & white—complimented with pretty flowers. Flared light blue pants with doodles, and two glitter belts hanging off from the right to lower left. Sonata stepped in blue heels—and colorful stockings. Her straight, hime hair still reached to her calf: the light yellow of her hair tone contrasted with golden blonde. She also wore a volto mask, painted with flowers and all that. Seems like she was the colorful type to be a dark contrast stalker and tormentor.
But.. where will she go?—that's a good question.
09:23 a.m. / Residence hall '2B' Unit, Dining commons.
Sonata entered through the door, just to view everything. In the Cafeteria, it's always the same for the employees around the corporation. The menu was up for today—brought by the dear cooks and porters of the kitchen brigade!
The main deals of today's menu is..
- Miso soup—brought by CDC.
- Lasagna—brought by Sous.
- Japanese fruit sando—brought by Pâtissier.
- Smoked salmon omelet—brought by Grillardin & Tournants.
- Egg Benedict—brought by CDP & Commis.
- Onigiri, Udon ramen & Yakitori—Brought by Kitchen council.
You know, there was many people from the staff cast eating by now. Even the Fragment trio were there. Whatever—going back tooo.. the group of freaks.
Near one of the tables, there sat four freaks—Sean, Rebecca, Clyde and Jake. One-of-a-kind group, if people knew them well. Each one of them doing their things. Jake argued with Clyde, while Sean and Rebecca had their 'more than a feeling' romantic shit. Who even cared about these two—a nilistance and a human?—whatever. Sonata walked around the tables anyways, even passing by her worst colleagues. It quite fonded her to be still alive. Just to keep pretending she's all nice and shit like that again.
Other tables were occupied with people of the staff—but one is caught up to Sonata's eye—Perrie's lonely table. Perrie sat far from everyone, including his boss, even. He was so frightened, that he stayed nervous whenever someone approached. Sonata crept carefully towards his table, up to make him freak out in silence. Perrie glared at sonata and thought—"No fucking way.". He stiffened, gripping on his cheesecake plate that he was eating from. Spork trembling on his hand, his expression weak and fearful. Perrie looked like he was gonna drop the spork to the cheesecake top, or whimper in horror—and that's what Sonata wanted.