Well, hopefully we'll get somewhere after comparing notes with everyone else...
[Emphasis on "hopefully."
As she pokes around, though, a shard falls out from behind the counter. It lands on Monika's hand, causing a memory (4:16:12-4:18:02) to surface. Feel free to decide what Rochalizo can or can't hear over the music (though the player character's name will be hard to read/hear, shhh), but as it begins—
—you find yourself interrupting a conversation.
Normally, you would feel guilty about this. Even more so after those words spill from your mouth, and you force your friend to cancel the plans she had already made with the blank faced boy standing in front of the two of you. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and you're so tired. All you want is a minute, really. A minute will be enough, if you could just actually talk to Them for once.
The back of a large, pink rectangle stands between you and him — the words that leave your mouth put into letters that only You and Them can see. An aspect of this world that no one else can perceive. A shared secret between the two of you. The pink, bubbly aesthetic that serves as the prison bars around your existence.
akinoM "...iruY ,yeH" sgnitteS daoL evaS otuA pikS yrotsiH
As the conversation progresses, the text displayed on the box changes, each line of dialogue reversed from your perspective.
But you pay it no mind as you convince Yuri to go away, and speak what's truly on your mind. Is this alright? Is this improper? You hope you're not scaring them away, or weirding them out. But the words spill from your mouth before you can properly analyze the consequences. Though, unfortunately, the rules of this world are still in play. The love interest has left the stage, and all that remains is a side character. The lights start to dim, the space around you slowly fading to nothing. And though you plead for more time, the—
I'm trapped in a world that takes place inside a story, and that boy represents the reader. I wanted to talk to them about it, but because I'm a side character, the scene ended before I was done.
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[She continues to poke around, finding a whole lot of nothing.]
I guess it's not surprising, though. Angels are a big thing wherever we go.
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[Emphasis on "hopefully."
As she pokes around, though, a shard falls out from behind the counter. It lands on Monika's hand, causing a memory (4:16:12-4:18:02) to surface. Feel free to decide what Rochalizo can or can't hear over the music (though the player character's name will be hard to read/hear, shhh), but as it begins—
Normally, you would feel guilty about this. Even more so after those words spill from your mouth, and you force your friend to cancel the plans she had already made with the blank faced boy standing in front of the two of you. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and you're so tired. All you want is a minute, really. A minute will be enough, if you could just actually talk to Them for once.
The back of a large, pink rectangle stands between you and him — the words that leave your mouth put into letters that only You and Them can see. An aspect of this world that no one else can perceive. A shared secret between the two of you. The pink, bubbly aesthetic that serves as the prison bars around your existence.
akinoM
"...iruY ,yeH"
sgnitteS daoL evaS otuA pikS yrotsiH
As the conversation progresses, the text displayed on the box changes, each line of dialogue reversed from your perspective.
But you pay it no mind as you convince Yuri to go away, and speak what's truly on your mind. Is this alright? Is this improper? You hope you're not scaring them away, or weirding them out. But the words spill from your mouth before you can properly analyze the consequences. Though, unfortunately, the rules of this world are still in play. The love interest has left the stage, and all that remains is a side character. The lights start to dim, the space around you slowly fading to nothing. And though you plead for more time, the—
—memory ends.
... Huh. Well, that sure happened.]
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of all the memories he's seen, this one is perhaps the most incomprehensible so far.]
... What on earth?
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She drops the shard to the ground, and then crushes it with the heel of her shoe.]
Ahaha... Well, anyway!
[Wow! Look at this counter! So interesting. So dusty.]
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D-Don't ignore my question!
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[It's fine? It's fine.]
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Fine, but you probably won't believe me.
I'm trapped in a world that takes place inside a story, and that boy represents the reader. I wanted to talk to them about it, but because I'm a side character, the scene ended before I was done.
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So you're... a storybook character?
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[but monika is right this is all very confusing]
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