#amnesiacdreams

[dearleader]

" o-ouma-kun... we have to end the kiwwing game togethew! befowe its too wate.... uwu. wiww you hewp me? i can't wemembew my tawent, so i don't even know if i'm usefuw... " amami owos sadly, wooking ouma in the orbs.

    “Amami-chan… How are you doing that with your mouth??”

[str0ng-fuj1saki]

@amnesiacdreams​ | Continued from x

“ Not at all! “ Chihiro jumped slightly, as if getting defensive at him calling that weird.

“ I... I agree with you! I want to be remembered for something good, something like... Well... “ Would the subject of Alter Ego be boring for him? Maybe it wasn’t  a good idea to bring that up, after all, not a lot of people would want to hear her get so excited over her program. She would annoy him, she thought. She had to hold her interests, and enthusiasm towards it inside.

She found herself hanging on the edge of those words for a bit; but eventually, she finally continued. “ ... Something special. Something that only I can do! Like... something related to my programming. “ She raised her eyes to Amami, direct eye contact forming between them.

“ It’s not weird at all! I think the same way. “ She was usually so shy, and nervous, so timid. But after bringing that up, she couldn’t help but get slightly excited, eyes sparkling with glee.

[fictionrevealed]

@amnesiacdreams​ asked: " h-hey... saihawa-kun..." amami starts, looking at saihara with his owoful orbs. " wiww you hewp me wead this map? it's not pink or kawaii desu, s-so i wegawwy can't wook at it without cwying... " | april’s tomfoolery | no longer accepting.

            you know full well this is an act –– that once you wake up tomorrow, he will be back to his normal self. but there’s something about it that makes you want to die. & how in the world is he doing that with his mouth ? honestly, you’re done asking questions. everything about this scenario is simply...cursed. closing your book, you rise to your feet. ❝ amami-kun, i can’t believe i have to say this to you of all people, but... ‘ you grasp his shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes. 

               ❝ please. shut. up. ‘

[ahogedetective]

"saihawa-kun, wiww you watch hewwo kitty with me? evewyone i've asked today has wun away scweaming fwom me, but i don't know why.... i'm just twying to be my twue uwu kawaii kokoro itadakimasu self, but evewyone suddenwy hates me... what am i doing wwong, saihawa-kun? o-O"

“………………………..” Shuichi steps closer, grasping Rantarou’s arms tightly. “Amami-kun…. I never thought I’d be saying this to you, but….” In the most quiet, most pained whisper, he utters….

“Please shut up. This makes me want death.”

[androphobias]

@amnesiacdreams​ sent: " Do you have any good ideas for an emergency birthday present..? It's my youngest sister's in a week, and I exhausted the whole ' magical girl themed scented candle ' route. 

Oh. Chabashira really shouldn’t have any expectations for boys anymore, should she? This is awful, it really is, and the look on her face suggests that Amami’s committed murder, or something akin to that. With how severe this is, he almost has!

“Stupid boy. Do you menaces really have no clue what girls want at all? You guess and you assume, but you really are hopeless, aren’t you?” She’s almost seething. “Magical girl candle? Who are you? What kind of monster do you have to be to go with candles?!” 

“Amami-san has to get a real magical girl costume for his sister.” 

[ctrlaltkibo]

@amnesiacdreams

│⚙️│ If there was something Kiibo was interested in, it was the concept of painting and designing nails. People liked to create art on their body, whether it be tattoos or simple pen scribbles...so this concept wasn’t entirely alien to him. Yet, when he noticed Kaede showing off her newly painted nails, mentioning it to be the work of their fellow classmate Rantaro...he just had to get it done for himself.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t technically have nails...right?

“Amami-kun!” The robot called as he finally found his fellow classmate, approaching him with a bounce to his metallic step and a smile spread across his faceplates. Electric hues brightened considerably at the question that quickly sprang to mind. “I could not help but notice you were the one responsible for painting Akamatsu-san’s nails. Are you offering your services to others?”

[liarsadvocate]

@amnesiacdreams liked a post-game vr starter call!

If it weren’t for him furiously mashing the buttons of the glaring arcade machine in front of him, the heavy shaking of his feeble limbs would be obvious. Ouma had neither slept or eaten right in days, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. From the start to the end of the killing game he had been alone, even in his death. A few weeks ago he would have never easily given up on his life, but now he felt like an empty shell. 

His lips twitched at the thought. Maybe that was how Hoshi had felt all this time. No, it was the same, yet different. Ouma hadn’t only killed, he had betrayed, himself and everyone else, and now he was nothing more than lifeless puppet hated by both its audience and its owner. 

He didn’t feel like himself anymore. At all costs had he avoided talking to any of the other survivors, despite them being cooped up at the Future Foundation to supposedly recover together. If he spoke, it was only to tell the others off and push them away. By now he had given up on measures of ending himself or running off, so he mostly had his peace, too.

Though as his shivering silhouette stood before the arcade machine and lost another round, he was so deep in thought, he didn’t notice the tall figure approaching him.

[ahogedetective]

@amnesiacdreams​ - continued from { x }

When Rantarou invited Shuichi to explore an abandoned place with him, he didn’t mind tagging along. He always loved hearing stories of the different kinds of locations Rantarou traveled to, so he thought it’d be fun to actually tag along for once.

As they were approaching the abandoned building, he gasps in awe. Maybe because it was still daylight out, and that he wasn’t doing so alone... but he didn’t seem that hesitant about entering. It was always in stories and photos where he’d see the look of some old, abandoned buildings like this one. Uneven cracks, puddles of water here and there, the way the greenery grew on the inner and outer walls and ceilings.... in its own way, it was kind of pretty.

“Yes, I’m ready.” He answers, giving a reassuring nod and a smile. “No, I want to. You invited me, after all... and I am curious to explore this place with you. I’m sure it’ll be... fun to explore the inside.”