⠀ Let’s give it everything we’ve got! ⠀

If he can’t… she’ll help him…

“Either you go to sleep, or I sedate you”

“Get some rest, I’ll see what I can do.”

She noticed. “When was the last time you slept Kazuichi?”

She would first put the back of her hand gently against his forehead to look for a fever, she also looked at his eyes to see if they had any signs of issues. “Don’t worry, you’ll feel better”

“A-are you ok?”

She’s running over with a medkit

“E-even I don’t u-usually goon… in public”

It almost hurts looking at you, knowing what I’ve known, seeing what I’ve seen. You exist, and I won’t deny your presence, however … … No. Thats it.

You haven't killed me yet. So that's a plus.

“Do you know what they call a patient who goes in for a routine check up, and never comes back?” “A learning opportunity for the interns”

“N-next time I c-can… I’ll p-punish her, ok?” She missed this reassurance, that nothing truly was her fault, and the acceptance… and in her state of relapse, she couldn’t tell it was an act

[READER]’s body… feels really heavy for some reason. No… It’s not just heavy… It feels somewhat soft… and…

[READER]’s body… feels really heavy for some reason. No… It’s not just heavy… It feels somewhat soft… and…

(All Hajimes and Izurus should be careful when sleeping… or else…)

If he wasn’t on guard, he’d probably be getting smothered like both times in the Neo World Program. . . no one is safe from that, even her beloved had to pry her off a few times to not die…

*His body… feels really heavy for some reason. *No… It’s not just heavy… *It feels somewhat soft… and…

I-I’m sorry!

“why not?”

“It was in an e-episode of house of m-m-mouse…”

“EEEK!” She dropped the needle seeing him get out of the restraints…

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝓦𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 「 * 𝙈𝙄𝙐 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉' 𝙄𝙍𝙐𝙈𝘼 」, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍’ 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝗔𝗪𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 ── .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

“. . . house of mouse. . .”

“I-I thought it w-was Maleficent x Ch-Chernabog…”

“I-i don’t care wh-who you are you fake!”

“Y-you’re not the real Ch-charcoal! You’re a f-fake! That’s why you n-need to suffer!”

“My sedatives were able to w-work on you… b-besides… you’re a p-poor imitation of h-her…”

Turns into a marketable figurine.

oh please, not like it’s going to be a deadly poison, that would be an easier way out… it’s probably some kind of paralyzing agent… “H-hey! Air bubbles i-in a needle are l-lethal!”

“I-I’m sorry for being such a f-freak!”

Right now Mikan is mainly going for what she can assume to be joints, just to cripple first… after all she wants to have fun… she wants to see if this thing can feel despair…

There’s no one else coming, he’s on his own… “Just a moment Mr Saihara, gotta make sure the syringe has no air bubbles in it, or else you’ll die a less painful death~”

Now seeing it was seemingly out cold, the fear left her and instead, sadism… She got ready for dissection while it was still breathing… “Let’s see what you are, oh my beloved is going to love this”

“Y-you almost hurt me!” She quickly ran to the other end of the room, not just in fear, but to also get some sedatives, she’s just gonna stick whatever she caught with as many sedatives as she can…

Unsurprisingly, the nurse is more afraid of her future victim than the victim is of her… and yet she’s the one who someone caught it, by some mistake most likely… “P-please! S-stop flailing, you’re m-making this harder”

“Freaky?”

“I-m sorry… but I’ve got to k-kill you for my beloved… for Junko… i-I’ll try and make it take longer, ok?” That just means more pain and torture…

“I hope she’s watching, I hope Junko can see what I’ll do for her!”

yes… she’s put her grievances aside… or at least out of sight… for now

“Do you f-feel the despair of how h-helpless you are? Are you watching, my beloved, I’m doing this for you…” Yeah… she’s crazy…

“No to the left arm? H-how about the neck? M-m-maybe the face?” She held the blade in front of his face, mere centimeters from his eye…

“Y-you can t-t-try…” The nurse had very little hope shining in her eyes, just despair… she just would tighten each of the straps around his limbs. “L-let’s start with the left a-arm first…”