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memshare: sayori.
video: 55:15-1:01:21 (pretend the player character's name simply Does Not Exist, thank u)
You're chatting with Sayori off-screen about some thing or another. Club activities, the upcoming festival, and the poems everyone just finished sharing with each other. You feel like you're going through the motions, playing your part in this false world even when you know nothing truly matters anymore, when suddenly — you hear the noise of a chair scraping against the floor.
You turn your head to see Natsuki has stood up from her desk, face flushed with anger as that familiar pink rectangle manifests itself in front of herself and Yuri. On the other side of the rectangle stands a teenage boy, his eyes fixed on the scene before him as he serves as a one-way mirror into this world. Although you can see the user interface just fine, none of them seem to notice it. Not even when it provides a play by play narration of the events unfolding before you.
... Ah. They're fighting again.
You exchange a look with Sayori as both of your friends begin to fling insults and petty remarks at each other. The two of you approach the trio, trying to interject — but it's no use. Sayori is instantly shut down, and you can hardly get another word in after both of your friends shout at you to stay out of this. The fight goes on and on until They are given a choice — and you watch as their mouse hovers over all the available options until they decide to use Sayori as their way out of this.
To say the least, you're baffled when Sayori's subsequent approach actually works.
But, then again, she has always been that kind of person.
The boy saddles up to you, whispering in your ear, and you nod. It's easy enough to praise your friend, even with how detached you've begun to feel from this world. With how things have gone today, you're almost certain you know what they're aiming for, and so...
You clasp your hands behind your back, and smile.
As though you aren't selfish.
You turn your head to see Natsuki has stood up from her desk, face flushed with anger as that familiar pink rectangle manifests itself in front of herself and Yuri. On the other side of the rectangle stands a teenage boy, his eyes fixed on the scene before him as he serves as a one-way mirror into this world. Although you can see the user interface just fine, none of them seem to notice it. Not even when it provides a play by play narration of the events unfolding before you.
.pu sdnats ylneddus ikustaN
sgnitteS daoL evaS otuA pikS yrotsiH
ikustaN
"?hO"
sgnitteS daoL evaS otuA pikS yrotsiH
... Ah. They're fighting again.
You exchange a look with Sayori as both of your friends begin to fling insults and petty remarks at each other. The two of you approach the trio, trying to interject — but it's no use. Sayori is instantly shut down, and you can hardly get another word in after both of your friends shout at you to stay out of this. The fight goes on and on until They are given a choice — and you watch as their mouse hovers over all the available options until they decide to use Sayori as their way out of this.
To say the least, you're baffled when Sayori's subsequent approach actually works.
But, then again, she has always been that kind of person.
The boy saddles up to you, whispering in your ear, and you nod. It's easy enough to praise your friend, even with how detached you've begun to feel from this world. With how things have gone today, you're almost certain you know what they're aiming for, and so...
You clasp your hands behind your back, and smile.
akinoM
".truh flesreh teg reh ees ot etah dluow I"
sgnitteS daoL evaS otuA pikS yrotsiH
As though you aren't selfish.