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June of Doom 2026 Day 2

Summary: Hizashi's dreams are the only place he can see Nemuri again. He never wants to wake up. (MicNight)

Additional prompts used: Dying alone, Drowning, Blame

Warnings: Major character death

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It's just Hizashi and Nemuri in the teachers room. He's seated at his desk in his office chair while Nemuri's using the surface of Shouta's desk as her seat. It’s something they know their friend will gripe about once he sees her there.

They're gossiping about their students, and nothing they're saying is of any real importance. Hizashi makes a stupid joke and Nemuri cackles at it, and it's nice. It's mundane, but it's everything Hizashi is longing for.

It's just a dream. Hizashi is fully aware that it is. An afterimage of several, similar memories that are all in the past. Memories that he'll never make again with the person he'll never see again. Not in the waking world, at least.

Because Nemuri is dead.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

yeehawwww

a Wild West adventure episode would have been nice. to cope with the show ending im going to draw a bunch of scenes like this of different episodes we could have had. im taking suggestions if anyone has any. Also here’s more:

Okay, I decided to draw Ribbit as a bigger angel.

I got inspired by @insomniacrori 's artwork!

Just wanted to doodle fluff :>

Close-up of the sketchy art!

-☆ Crossover queen and king

i pulled you out of the icy depths, why are you still so saturated in blood? better yet, where the hell did you come from?

My new wallpaper using the Niagara launcher. I watched the movie *Project Hail Mary* on May 27, and ever since then I’ve been completely obsessed with everything related to this universe, especially after reading fanfiction featuring Simon and Grace. They’re my new favorite couple.

The artist's Instagram account: Hukaka