Tell No Tales
@boredoutoftheskull ✍(o︵o¬ )
✑ — After finding herself in the Terminal, Fukawa had discovered something amiss: her sense of hunger had dulled to a point where it seemed like her stomach had ceased to exist. Even though she was vaguely aware of her condition as a magical being, she knew she didn’t take care of herself, she knew what it felt like -- it lingered, it hurt -- and the near-total lack of hunger pangs made her question her very humanity.
Perhaps that was why she was wandering here, meandering through the market district, searching for something that would awaken her long-neglected appetite.
And like a haunting premonition, she came across a soul of the dead: a bloody, breathing skeleton leaning against a cold brick wall.
Oh god, had Komaru infected her? Was she cursed to live among the dead?
...Wait a minute. It was only ketchup. And it wasn’t a skeleton, it was -- no, that part was right.
The absurdity of the situation was not entirely lost on her, and yet she continued to stare at the specter, unable to tear her eyes away.
