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[START SCENE: kitchen]
I gently plated the warm food, making sure it was perfect for him. What, did you think I was going to eat? I’m way too fat and disgusting for that. He needs care. Anyway, after I cherry picked all his favorites and all the perfectly cooked ones, I waved at the table of eating alters. Anyone who wasn’t at that table was either eating in the living room or not eating at all.
Then I carefully brought the plate upstairs, to the room at the very end of the winding hall. My room. It did have some scratches and damage and locks.. but as ghetto is it looked, there were reasons for all of it.
After setting the plate down briefly to undo the locks, I brought it inside and locked the door back behind me. Perfect. Hopefully he’ll eat this time. Prototype doesn’t like to eat anything from my hand.
But tonight he seemed.. off. I had a bad feeling gnawing at my chest.
“Proto! I brought dinner up for you, love~”
…
“Prototype?”
Confused, I set the plate on the bed, before unlocking the closet door and opening it. He was in the corner, holding some pictures, with a book and a rope. All things I hid away for my.. personal use.
“Prototype..? What are you doing with that?”
I heard him seethe. His very being radiated this almost furious energy.. it intimidated me. But not as much as when he stood. He was a foot taller, and much stronger, after all.
“Lunar. You.. you did it, didn’t you. I know everything now.”
When I tell you my heart dropped, I almost passed out just from the words alone.
“I.. uh.. did what, dear?-“
“Scag. Miché. You did it. YOU took them away from me! And then you had the audacity to PRETEND WE WERE TOGETHER?! LOCKING ME IN YOUR FUCKING CLOSET?!”
He turned around with a look I’ve never seen on him before.. it was terrifying, but at the same time he looked so, deeply hurt too.
Then he approached me when I stepped back.
“You don’t get to scurry away anymore, you rat. I KNEW I should’ve pushed you away long before they went ‘missing’!”
He shoved the plate on the floor next to the closet, the glass cracking as it collided with the wall, and the food splattering on the ground. I actually yelped in response to the loud sound.
“S-senpai, please! We can talk, right? I.. I didn’t—“
“DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT. And- hah.. AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF.. you have a rope in your closet. Hidden! Why? Huh? I know why. I just wish you followed through with it before you destroyed my life.”
He kept getting closer, and he was terrifying.. I scrambled back all the way to the corner of the room on the far side of the bed, by the dimensional window. He followed me.
“Pr-prototype.. I..”
!
He abruptly swung his fist, colliding with the wall inches from my face. I wonder if he meant to miss.
But in the moment, I was frozen. Trembling and quite literally disassociating because of the amount of shock and terror running through my body. He. Almost. Killed. Me. Just like that. I almost fainted, but for the sake of survival stayed partially conscious, I think.
At least for a moment. The last thing I heard at that time was “you should’ve [RESET] yourself when you had the chance. Maybe you will. I hope so.”
After that moment, I woke up shaking violently, unable to cry anymore. It had clearly been a hot minute since that occurred. The wall next to me had a deep gouge in it.. god, he would’ve eviscerated me if that was my face. I couldn’t see him immediately, but the door was still locked, so he’s probably in the closet or something..
Then his words flooded my mind again.. and I smiled. Why? Because why wouldn’t I? He’s right! I could’ve avoided this whole mess if I had just [RESET] myself in the first place and never respawned! Haha..
In fact, I couldn’t stop smiling! But I had to get out of this room before he did something worse.. not like I shouldn’t get that punishment. I hadn’t even realized i was laughing to myself. All the same, I unlocked the door and left, relocking it essentially on habit.
I just had to get away. Why are you so STUPID, Lunar? Hahahah.. whatever. He should’ve finished the job, honestly. Actually, I don’t deserve that peace.
… I’m sorry.