@unrcmarkable asked for this before the blog was done, too.
The absence of fear was worse than she remembered. It had been weeks since she came down last, and her all that time in Terror had taken its toll on her. Her body was heavy, almost too heavy for her to stand. Inside was worse, though. She felt completely hollow, and every inch of her body hurt. It was totally unbearable. So unbearable that it drove her to desperate action in search of a release from this torment.
She could focus like this. It was the only saving grace of the hell of emptiness. Wasn’t she supposed to find someone? She stumbled through the backstreets of whatever ruined city she found herself in. When she was like this, it was like death was creeping up on her. Oh... She might die? That would be bad since she has something so important to do. What was it again?
Her hand brushes the bulky tape player in her pocket. She knew that the recording was important... But it was scary. She needed to listen to it and remember. She pulls it from her pocket, but her grip is too weak. It clatters to the ground with a loud crack. Broken? No no no.
She reaches for it and falls to her knees. It’s broken. Broken like her brain. Now it can’t remember either. Her heart starts to pick up a beat again. How scary... The thought of failure. It used to be her biggest fear once, before she discovered the full spectrum of Terror. To let everyone down. That was another world now, but that fear came rushing back. One job, you had ONE JOB, you stupid bitch.
That’s when she finally noticed a presence standing, no, towering over her. It was hard, but she craned her neck enough to see him. A tall figure with dark hair. She couldn’t read his expression, but he was looking right at her. What was this feeling? Feeling? Huh?
It was all she could muster before her body started giving out. Dr. Komatsu would be so upset with her. She broke his tape recorder. She needed him. Needed his voice so bad. . .
“B-b... Broken. All broken.”
She was going to pass out. She knew the feeling. The darkness creeping in on the edges of her vision. The fading rhythm of her heartbeat. She probably wouldn’t wake up, but for some reason, she wasn’t scared. Something about Dr. Komatsu’s recorder being broken seemed final. Like this was the way it was supposed to end.