shie l baby crying at 3 am l re: prologue, kawaneko
There’s always something absolutely mesmerizing about ethereality. About fiction, about imagination, about a dream; it’s a pretty lie, they know that too much, but it’s also definitely gentler than reality.
Shie is a familiar to fiction, a fond friend to its concept; they dreamed and dreamed of their perfect world- where everything is easier than it actually is. They dream in sky blue and live in baby pink- but they know things aren’t as pretty as that. Life’s hard, that they know, and no one can avoid that.
And they embraced it- accepted it, like everyone else did, and lived through it. However, the sharp, bitter feeling in the back of their throat remained, fretting over the possibility of something terribly, positively chaotic happening—
And when they woke up in what they could judge as a ghostly, deceasedly quiet town, under the rain, along with a fuckton of other people, they felt like a brick in the face, hitting them with the full force of the terrors of reality. This is happening right now. While it felt like some sort of lucid dream, or perhaps a distasteful, elaborate prank to them, they couldn’t help but feel absolutely threatened- but they were alright, they were a positive person. Maybe it was that- just a dream or a prank from the upperclassers-
But that idea proved incorrect with the appearance of the white cat, which under different circumstances would have been described as darling in their head, and even perhaps cheered them up- but, that was absolutely not the case right now. In fact, it only managed to make them fret even more.
After the comically dulcet feline’s speech ended, the first thing they managed to react to was with a distasteful frown, and a strangled sob.
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