A white ceiling, white floor, white beds, white curtains, white jacket. White.
It’s not a strange place. It brings a sense of nostalgia, alongside an annoying pain in her chest that should be a thing of a distant past. She knows it isn’t a dream - AIs don’t dream, after all -, but it’s hard to tell what it is. A trick of the mind, a spell that caught her off guard, her own thoughts and memories that decide to become more real than they should ever.
Yes, because BB constantly thinks about it. The white of the infirmary that she spent most of her time at, nothing but a NPC AI whose only purpose and function was to aid the Masters in the Moon Cell Holy Grail War. But much more importantly, it’s her fondest memories. Times when over and over that one person would come in, sit down at the table and talk with her for hours, and hours, and hours, and hours...
Times she clings onto to this day. The very foundation of her being.
There’s a knock on the door, and it’s weird - no Masters would knock, simply walk in with complete disregard for what a simply AI would think. She has never thought much of it. But the only person who would ever knock was... --
She’s a bad girl, she knows that. Ever since taking the black coat, ever since the events in the Far Side of the Moon... But ah, would it be fine to wear the white jacket once more, the uniform that was gifted to her by Hakuno Kishinami herself... Would it be fine to go back to who she once was, and play pretend with someone she wishes from the very bottom of her heart to hate her?
... Is it, Senpai? “Yes - please come in.”
