#summonednightmare

(*Notices too late its not your first play through* Welp I feel like an asshole.)

(Just wait until you see some of the REALLY weird shit going on)

(This isn’t my first time playing.

“You certainly have my approval.”

Proceeds to smack the ice cream away.

Silent whimpering...

The shade waggled a finger, “Ah ah, I thought misery LOVED company! Besides, now you finally get to realize something after all these years- taking a life is simply an action humans DO. Even a child can do it. Under the right circumstanced, even the most kind, calm, and controlled person can let it all go in a second of rage. I wonder, do the others fear you now? After they saw what you can do when you lose control? Will they ever trust you, or feel safe around you now?”

<やめて...!> her thoughts beg, hands wrapped around her head. <もういや!!>

These weren’t new ideas. All the children saw her. They watched her claw at her instrument, saw the violent man bleed and stumble. Maybe they didn’t fully understand what had happened, but a dead body was a dead body. Some had wound up in the orphanage due to the murder of their own parents, or had come from violent households to start. Like Samantha...

Did she hate Sona, for killing her true father...? Even if he was a violent drunk, he was still her father. What did that feel like? What did it feel like to truly lose something like that?

Despite all her grief, was she only pretending to know? Had Sona ever known?

“People like you ALWAYS rationalize. They want nothing more than to go back to the way things were. So they quietly pretend that its okay.

<It is not alright! But what would you have me do?! Locking me in a prison, or choosing to live in my own bed as one, does nothing to erase what I’ve done! Look at me! Look upon my home! I pretend for the sake of other people, but I am wholly honest with myself!>

<I can never go back... No matter how I wish it, I can’t take back the last 5 years, nor the last day...>

<It will never be “okay”... I have never had anything but myself and my instrument. And the minute I try to have anything more, someone has to suffer...>