hello to you, too.

[ ..this isn't her sayori. that almost makes it hurt more. ]

..you're staring, you know.

. . .

I am wandering an endless maze. I search and search but I find no exit. Each turn contains another multitude Things despised, mirrors, reflections of dulled emerald eyes once bright and full of hope now lost. I shatter each one. To be reminded of her, to see her in my own face, I feel bile settle in my throat, dizziness tripping my every step. No way out. There's no way out. I will be here until I die. Trapped in my own self loathing, I finally give in.

( @no-reality.bsky.social )

// kissing them with their blood still on her mouth 🩷 shes insane

// sorry interrupting all this with freaky doomed monikris my bad yall

— then, with hitched breath, monika closes that distance and those pools of green slowly shut as she makes them savor their own taste. it's equal parts sinful and absolutely exhilarating, a thrill raising goosebumps along her arms as she tugs them ever closer with something akin to a soft sigh. ]

— look on their face, their eyes peeking out just so from behind messy bangs— god, what a sight. she drinks it in, emerald eyes darting down to their lips, and oh.. another urge rises. her eyes fixate on that spot as she presses mere centimeters closer like a tease for them both. a promise.

—

[ it's sick, the way a part of her purrs with satisfaction at the way they grasp at her, the way they call her name like a prayer. monika files away the sensations, the noise, tucking it in the back of her mind to never be forgotten.

another thing that won't be forgotten is that dazed —

— she knows.

she's silent, standing there inches away from their throat for several seconds.. then she finally speaks, breaths curling softly against warm skin. ]

..it's good. i thought it would be.

— stares intently at the bite mark that's already beginning to bruise, and goes back in to leave another just above it— biting hard for just a second before she withdraws once more. god, what's gotten into her? this sudden surge of violence, this.. urge. and they'd still be just as willing, —

[ they must both be twisted. sick individuals— no wonder they're all they have left, when nobody else is at as low a level as them.

it's barely half a minute before monika pulls away, but it feels like an eternity.. iron in her mouth, blood smeared across parted lips. she tilts her head, —

// a meteor will be hitting them soon

// THANK FUCKING GOD

MIDAS✦

I LOVE EM DASHES BSKYRP — 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙀𝙈 𝘿𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙎𝙎𝙎 —.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

// my replies feel empty without them. they're like a brother to me

// anyways this monikris shit gets so serious

// i know emdashes hate to see me coming

— subconscious form of payback. she feels horrible for thinking that way— they've already suffered so much.. but so has she. they may as well suffer together, right? ]

— lays themself willingly at her feet, like.. a sacrifice.

a sigh as the taste of their blood touches her tongue— as she expected, it's intoxicating, just as much as the rest of them. her teeth sink in deeper. just as they wish to be hurt by her, a part of her wishes to hurt them, too, a —

[ it's rougher than it should be as blunt teeth pull at their skin and eventually break through, the lack of protest only encouraging her to draw them in closer. in the back of her mind, she considers them like prey; but that's not accurate, is it? prey at least attempt to fight back.
but kris —

[ seeing their bare skin, knowing it's soon about to be marred with an ugly bite, a mark in the shape of her teeth.. her eyes flit up to their face briefly before she steps forward into their space. leans in until her teeth press gently at their neck, barely any pressure. then, they sink right in. ]

..then.. will you indulge me, just this once?

... do you?

i wonder what your blood would taste like, though.. hm.

— wants— her sympathy.

she realizes she's been silent for too long and struggles for words before landing on, "um— yes, i've.. just been at home."

then, continuing, "i've become something like a hermit lately.. i haven't had energy for much else."

— full extent of that truth; that she's been rotting away in her own home for months, doing nothing but hiding away from the world, from the people she used to call her closest friends. sayori is a kind, empathetic girl, and she will feel bad for monika, and it's the very last thing she —