disassociation central
Hoshiko’s mind is gone when she wakes, and her gaze is blank as she reads the message from Monokuma. Of course. Of course of course of course of course. The world would never be done with with royally fucking up Hoshiko Moreau’s life, would it? Parents and friends and romance and loneliness would never end.
There’s a shirt around her body before she realizes what’s happening (at’s Addy’s and she can smell her, can remember her arms around her and the way she’d smile at her and the way she looked with blood staining her hands. She’d never forgive that asshole.), a pair of shorts baring her legs as she makes her way towards the cafeteria.
There’s a bottle of gin in her hands and her gaze is blank as she sits, eyes bloodshot. Merde.
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