midnight secret.

        she was a bit startled, but only a bit, black eyes flicking over to the source of the sound. tsubomi glanced at the other, up and down, before turning to her fully. the cherry blossoms? well, there were all sorts of people here, she wouldn’t have been surprised if there were a few who didn’t know what cherry blossoms were. it was still rather jarring, though.

        “they’re cherry blossoms. most of these trees don’t actually produce cherries, but they’re related to those that do.” she offered a small smile, if only to dispel any assumptions about her gaze (   “death glare,” she could hear kano say   ). “this is a lot more than i’d normally see back in japan, though.”

        yes, that was good. even so, she did glance around before adding, “what sort of flowers do you have where you live?” yes, that was a lot less nosy than “where do you come from”. even tsubomi would prefer having such a vague question directed at her than a demand about her birthplace.

That answers part of her question, though more questions naturally come about as a result— mostly to the effect of why they’re called cherry blossoms if they don’t produce cherries, or what a “juh-pan” is. Curiosity presses her to ask, but she swallows it down for the time being; it’s not polite to leave this girl’s question unanswered, all things considered.

Lost, somehow. The people around her seem to be having so much fun.

(She’s supposed to be human, isn’t she? Shouldn’t she be having fun, too? If she’s not having fun, then... What does that mean? What does it mean to be human in the first place?)

“I don’t get it.” The person beside her is someone she doesn’t know, but she voices her complaints nonetheless; human or not, kind or not, she only wants someone to talk to. Any sort of conversation is preferable to being alone with her own confusing feelings. “What’s so fun about pretending to be a monster? Or about bullying others over something as silly as candy? Why would you celebrate making other people unhappy?”

Though Enjel isn’t sure she’ll ever be able to get used to this place, she can’t say she completely hates how much there is to see and do here. Should this be the real world she’d so desperately wanted to see, then all of this chaos is supposed to be part of the human experience... And even if it isn’t, it’s something new. No black void, no red carpets, no mirrors, and no pumpkins. She should be grateful just for the change of scenery, shouldn’t she?

For example: in the Cotes ward, there are trees that near-constantly shed pink flower petals. Inexhaustibly, as if the flowers somehow have an infinitely replenishing supply of petals to shed. On a sunny day like this, Enjel can’t help but stop to watch, and she eventually finds herself holding out her cupped hands to catch a few as they come her way.

“What is this?” The question is posed aloud to the stranger standing near her: an individual that doesn’t seem much older than herself, head tucked away in a purple hood. It’s hard to tear her eyes from the petals, but she gives the other a furtive sidelong glance. “Um... I mean, what kind of flower is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

Tonight, though, Enjel realizes too late that she isn’t alone atop the cliff. She’s sure the other must be there for the same reason as her; they’re staring out over the horizon, back turned to her. They cut an awfully lonely figure among the flowers, and her first instinct is quietly leave the way she came, lest she disturb them... 

...but when she takes a step back, the pebbles she was careful to avoid on her way forward crunch underfoot, and the stranger perks up at the noise. Enjel is all but frozen in place when their eyes meet— like a thief caught red-handed, her expression is awash with nervous guilt.

“...! I’m sorry-- I was just about to leave, I swear.”

Nonetheless, that same persistent curiosity compels her to draw closer when she spots a figure standing daringly close to the water, throwing handfuls of something in. Something like… cake crumbs? Whatever it is, it’s too small to make out— and as she nears, she can see that it’s attracting a small crowd of fish in the water. 

Are they the koi? But they don’t look so monstrous… In fact, they’re kind of pretty.

“What are you doing?” Enjel asks without the least bit of guile. She almost sounds a little amazed. “They’re all coming to you…”

Enjel doesn’t get what this Halloween business is all about, but the manner in which the island is decorated nearly sickens her to her stomach; it’s all too reminiscent of his aesthetic sense. She’s managed to glean that it’s temporary, a sort of month-long party known as a “holiday”— but she can’t fathom how anyone can celebrate with such gaudy decorations everywhere.

☆ technically a fabricated being, wants to become a real girl in canon

☆ the one who created her is a manipulative abusive little creep demon and promised her that if she stole a special pocket mirror she could become real 

☆ that was a lie

☆ she doesn’t realize he’s lying in most endings, always dies when she’s || close to achieving her goal, thanks dad

☆ aside from a different color palette, she looks almost identical to the main character of the game she’s in! mc-chan alter. acts like she’s the mc’s only ally throughout the game but at the very end, gasp, she betrays the mc. everyone who plays the game kind of expects it, so it’s not that much of a shock. 

☆ feels guilty enough about it to sacrifice herself in the game’s true ending though (said ending is this blog’s canon point!) so she’s not entirely bad, just really desperate

☆ doesn’t know SHIT about the outside world bc her dad only gave her as much knowledge as she needed to pursue her goal. her dream is to ride a carousel (the kind with horses)

☆ got trust issues out the wazoo and a half-missing finger. both of these are related

☆ please be her friend and teach her about Things™

☆ alternatively: be her enemy and have her antagonize you occasionally like some sort of bratty gremlin bc she doesn’t know what manners are.