((A/N: Half-venting, half fic. Based off the experience of someone who sucks at bullet hells, modified so that every time the player dies, the game completely starts over and something slowly replaces the player.))


Falling.

Pain.

Flowers.

That's all it's been, and that's all it ever will be.

...

Will it ever change? Who knows.

Everything is the same, but that thing... That thing that just wants me dead.

But not just that thing.

Everything just wants me dead. Everyone wants me dead.

I didn't choose to live, either. I thought that maybe, just maybe...

But now, now I'm being subject to torture.

.

.

.

Maybe it would have been better if I just left well-enough alone in the first place.

Hopefully, this time will work.

[RESET 7]

It's not working.

[RESET 8]

WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?!

[RESET 9]

WHAT WANTS ME DEAD?!

[RESET 10]

How many times...

[RESET 11]

How many times...

[RESET 12]

Do I have to do this?

[RESET 13]

Is a happy ending too much to ask?

[RESET 14]

What am I doing wrong?

[RESET 15]

Do I just need more practice?

[RESET 16]

Because that's all I can do...

[RESET 17]

I'm losing hope...

[RESET 18]

I've been feeling strange lately...

[RESET 19]

...What is wrong?

[RESET 20]

...

This feeling...

I've felt it a lot recently...

.

.

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What is it?

[RESET 21]

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It's me, Chara.