( — ♡ ) the equivalent of what could have been a modern day pterodactyl screech erupted from her lips as she tossed the controller onto her bed and moved to sit with her legs pulled up to her chest, murder in her eyes as she glared at the screen. the glowing ‘you died’ on the screen mocked her, reminding her of her foolishness as it waits for her to either rage quit or continue on. cherry was ninety nine percent sure that if she tried one more time, any sanity left inside her mind would be eaten away. dark souls three could go fuck itself.
❛ three hours. it took me, like, three hours to finally beat this boss. and what do i do? ❜ shes asks, the question clearly rhetorical as she looks over at the other. ❛ i finally beat it. only to… fall down.. a flight of stairs.. and DIE. on. the. way. to. the. save. point. ❜ each word was emphasized with growing misery, her hands moving up to push her hair up and away from her face. she craved death. in this very moment, she craved death.
games like these weren’t something he was into — more like, anything remotely gross, scary, or dark was usually too much for him — he was more of a nintendo kind of guy. naturally, when she invited him over to play, chai ended up laying on the floor beside her bed, watching cat videos after spending five minutes with the controller in his hands. the game wasn’t really scary per se, but it was. this all being said, the sight of the controller flying through his peripheral vision made him flinch, dropping his phone screen onto his nose.
“christ—” finally moving to sit upright, he presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose, grunting an ‘ouch’. chai’s gaze lifts to her countenance, eyebrows raised in heed as she vents her frustrations. “maybe,” he begins, mulling the words over. “maybe it’s time for you to take a break. i mean, when’s the last time you ate?”
