Make a Sayori! Reader x any forsaken character, and make it So Sayori! Reader was brought to forsaken after Monika intensified Sayoris depression
Havenât seen any Sayori readers out here so Iâll do it myself!
Taph x Reader that's like Sayori
I think the person most fit for someone like Sayori is Taph..-
I love sayori they did my girl dirty im telling you.
Warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, implied hanging ''Rope burns''
It's been a few months after you've gotten forsakened. Everyone seems to be adjusting to the horrible living situation, but if you're being honest all that matters to you is that everyone feels safe, that everyone is happy. If anything, you haven't really noticed or paid mind to how horrible this situation is, how horrible you feel. All you've been worrying about is making everyone feel included and happy. And so far your plan has been going rather nicely-
except that one person- guy? Girl.. Who knows, it's like he never uncovers his face anyway.. Not that you wanted to talk bad about anyone, it's just worry, mainly.
Worry that he thinks you're a freak, worry that he thinks anything but good about you. Not that you really mind if people bully you, you mainly want everyone to be happy, that's all that matters. But for that to happen people would need to view you in a more positive light.
It was raining the day you disappeared.
Or⌠maybe it wasnât.
Time gets weird when youâve been crying for so long, your heart starts forgetting how to beat like it used to.
One moment you were in your room- arms wrapped around your stuffed plushie, the papers you werenât supposed to write still open on your desk. You werenât supposed to tell them how you really felt. But it didnât matter anymore. They'd already seen. Already changed everything.
But you're here now. Not dead. Not alive. Just⌠floating in a world where you're forced to be happy, again. Always smiling, always pretending.
It's been.. What- another few weeks?.. You walk to the kitchen during night time after another session of trying to cry yourself to sleep, you groggily stumble down the stairs of the main cabin to try and find a midnight snack to put you to sleep. You didn't understand what was wrong, usually you always fell asleep once you cried for an hour or so. Maybe the stress of this situation did actually get to you?... Even so, that wasn't relevant. You needed to focus on how others felt like.
That's what you always told yourself. You flip the light switch to see the one person who never talked or even acknowledged you by a simple nod, spooning a tub of peanut butter. It was.. A rather funny sight to see- a man who you've always thought about as intimidating and tough eating in such a funny way.
It.. Made you happy! You weren't sure if it was because of the funny sight, or if you were just happy to see that he was also at home. Enough- at least. Nevertheless, you felt happier than before that is.
You're still stuck with the same condition you were left in after your suicide, you still claw at the rope burns on your neck every now and then.
The man doesn't seem embarrassed in the slightest- like he was confident about casually eating peanut butter, in fact, he pops another spoonful in his mouth as you walk to the kitchen. He senses something is off despite you smiling and laughing your pain off.
See, being mute gives you a lot of abilities like analyzing people more closely, he sees through your constant facade but never says anything about it.
You cheerfully walk in, laughing and joking about how both of you should be asleep at this time. You see him start to sign something-
Whether or not you knew sign language, your eyes were much too groggy to register anything, Taph of course, noticed this as well and brought in his notebook to write a simple ''Are you okay?''
It was simple but.. It made you sentimental. You still shook your head and laughed it off with a simple ''Yeah! I'm fine!''
He murmurs, writing up something else in his notebook after a little shake in his head. ''You're one of the ones who lied to themselves.'' He casually writes and shows it to you. You sit down and smile, as if not to know exactly what he was talking about. He murmurs again- wondering if his handwriting is just bad.
''Youâre bleeding from a place no one can see. You think if you smile hard enough, itâll scab over. It wonât.'' He writes this time- Taph sits nearby. Doesnât touch you. Doesnât comfort you like your friends used to. Just watches with a tilt in his head.
He offers you a spoonful so casually. You break in tears and nod, hesitantly taking his offer like you haven't eaten in decades.
Maybe things rot differently in here, but even rotten things can smell like sugar.
