I find myself laughing sometimes as I sleep off the effects of the shift. Nothing about this situation is actually funny, of course. Some reckless wolf gets too hungry, just a little too far out of the woods, and I have to pay for it. Forever. That’s how the curse works, isn’t it? I could wretch at that word, “curse”. It isn’t what they should call this. A curse has intention, a curse punishes, a curse is deliberate. This was an accident. Happenstance. Now the consequence of that accident is that I spend the rest of my life with this monster inside me. Sometimes she’s in control, sometimes it’s me, but I can’t even enjoy the time I get to have as myself. How can you enjoy anything when you can feel a monster under your skin? How can you rest when you know she always comes back?
I hate her. I tried not to. I tried to connect with her somehow, through this body we now have to share. I tried to reach out to her, I’ve tried to calm her, comfort her, but we can’t hear each other and it’s no use trying anymore. After all this time, I stopped believing that anything I could say or do would change her anyway. All I feel for her now is hate.
Could you blame me, after what she does? She locks me away. She gets 29 beautiful, full days every month to live her life the way she wants. She swims and runs, celebrates birthdays and holidays. She stretches, and sleeps wrapped up in that boy's arms. I get one night. One. And I spend it locked in a cage.
She calls herself “cursed”, to the few people she can even stand to talk about me to. She sobs as she tells them how hard it is to live with me, how I’ve “ruined her life”, and they sympathize with her. They coddle her. Absurd. This accident trapped me with her, not the other way around.
She calls it a curse, and maybe that’s what it should be. It’s what she deserves. So I laugh, and think about that boy she loves so much. How he comes downstairs mid-shift to the cage she keeps me in, to check on her. How he gets closer to the bars each time. How easy it would be for another accident to happen.
Late night UC fan art of Foq and Dion running a detective agency and solving murders together. Also I feel like Dion is the type to constantly find a reason to go undercover even when they don’t need to.
Atelut: Rian, keep an eye on Foq today. He’s going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.
Rian: Sure, I’d love to see Foq get punched.
Atelut: Try again.
Rian, sighing: I will stop Foq from getting punched.
Atelut: Well, I carry around a picture of Foq. Every time I start to feel a wee bit upset, I take a good, hard look at it and tell myself, if I can handle being around him, I can handle anything.
look. do you expect me to not become immediately obsessed with the lanky engineering student who stumbles upon a conspiracy that implicates the entire industry they’ve been training to join and rambles on about increasingly unhinged theories with the energy of a sleep deprived detective stringing up corkboard? do you? who do you think i am?
okay I know new uc arc hype, train hype, etc etc,,,,,, but please tell me I'm not the only person that's noticed that one of the PCs is literally called fuck you hard. foq euweard. I've only listened to arc 10 so far who is this absolute chad of a player that named their character this. what will this character be like.