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Sabitsuki:

                                                                                                         _【✜】

  _{.flow; originally programmed by rusted self, when disease
  did not take manifestation with its demon claws gouging
  into throat and viscera at not simply every opportunity it
  would so find but rather take residence so that it could
  indulge itself in every halfth of a millisecond and more,
  a parasite feasting upon flesh of host that was Sabitsuki.
  When tendons not so demanding and body never so
  fragile as the paper armour of supreme futility did she
  code .flow, a mere video game she made to progress
  time in mental’s steps. The concept given from womb
  to new fresh child of it was of simple focus:
  Collect up to twenty-four items to transform your
  character, a girl reminiscent of peer’s sister’s body
  and appearance in whole, with several worlds to
  discover the items in. Graphics based upon a pixel
  portraying laziness, and half-thought in work to show
  that perhaps her appearance was only taken by needle
  from beating flesh entity, liquid extracted and shaken
  so that when injected into digital heart it was not exact
  clone, and stock images from internet as scrolling
  background and it rests in simplicity. Nothing more.}

                                                                 _{Of course when fused with corrupting mind
                                                                 belonging to decaying body of hers would it be
                                                                 so rusted, far beyond what Sabitsuki could
                                                                 have ever been sane enough to program. Well,
                                                                 that wording is questionable ― would she
                                                                 require sanity still to program herself the exact
                                                                 details of .flow? No, with a definite perhaps.}

  _{Most of the collectables had been modified, labelled
  as effects since .flow took its own type of mind,
  in a sense, but some remain more recognizable
  and less disease-stricken than any of the others.
  In fact, Cat Effect remained the exact same if
  modifying to fit herself in physical being of
  appearance would be pardoned from ‘ rulebook ’.}

  _{The third island under claws of Monobear holds
  an amusement park, and within his own petting zoo
  which he presented in high contrast to this Monomi
  figure’s would be a cat. Several, in fact. One feline
  obviously of adulthood but youth nonetheless lay in
  perfect whiteness, seashell colouring of plump pawpads,
  but more concerning would it be if it held eyes
  coloured maroon in their irises. Perhaps that is
  what disables her from acquiring effect here,
  or simply the fact that overruling bear would
  simply not allow her so.}

  _{As she sits in the petting zoo, however, she
  hears the rustling of grass in patterns as to
  allude to steps, and Sabitsuki peers up, hand still
  fixated in a petting pattern for the fur upon the torso
  of aforementioned white cat. There, she sees
  Hana, perhaps the only not girl, but person to be
  worthy of anything but hatred, dislike or
  something akin, and rather on opposite
  positioning of spectrum entirely.}

                                                                 _{Sixty seven seconds in total lapse pass before
                                                                 she pulls her hand away and gives looking
                                                                 back toward the other, and asks:
                                                                 “　　Do you like cats?　　”}

                 _{{ ✘♟✘ }}

_{She walks there when time
becomes still, and when
boring becomes a word that
alludes to her time here;
instead of the gross trepidation 
she knew so well.}

                                                                  _{At the question, a fondness of memory
                                                                  comes to mind in lazied clarity,
                                                                  sound and picture pertaining to
                                                                  a time before illness had whacked 
                                                                  the thin (but still growing) body of child.
                                                                  She herself hardly remembers an
                                                                  era before the knives of illness faire
                                                                  had severed the connections in her
                                                                  brain for senses two; but once-events
                                                                  in series of succession bonded to
                                                                  subconscious she did. They were 
                                                                  frailer, certainly, wisps of events in
                                                                  normality, but remember she did
                                                                  and would.}

_{This memory, in particular, could
be considered of the positive
spectrum of association; the light
tone would perceive it to be that
way, as well as it contents. The
things contained within the memory,
as if to answer her friend’s (could
she really be called that? yes, she
could and she would be) simple
query, hastens itself to build a tone
of warmth towards those of feline
nature.}

                                                                  _{She smiles, and it disintegrates.}

_{A nod presents itself upon her
features,delighting in subtle notions
of happiness. Ah, but it does not
last, preferring to dissolve into hidden
notes of contented being. Notebook
is placed sideways, tossed carelessly
with pen intact. She rests downwards,
bending knees she herself likens to
porcelain that could shatter upon
slightest tap, and those skeletal hands
reach for the close body of one with
a tail shortened and pelt tricolour.
Instant is bringing into lap, but perhaps
too sudden; for creature emits a noise 
she cannot hear and bolts in a linear
 fashion.}

                                                                  _{Notably, and perhaps ironically,
                                                                  the aforementioned emotion of
                                                                  content is still present.}

_{Notebook with pages few from the
sea incident are written upon. Harsh
lines of scribbled language make
note of their hard-to-read message.
With ease, it’s handed to white-haired
girl and wiggled from side to side.
An indication for the slip of parchment
to be taken from her.} 

                                                                  _{[ do you like cats? ]}

animumetamorem-deactivated20140:

I’ll slay all these ∂ємσηѕ with you

                       { and } I will never let you die αℓσηє

genikos:

And when her edges _{s o f t e n} 

                                              Her body is my c͍̫͞o̡̘͍̞̮͔̳͓̻͘f̼͖͠f̴͖̞͚̝̰i̲͔͚̙͕̘n̡͔͇̺̯̭̯̭̺͠

skypiratings:

                      _{You may be the puppet master}

                                   _{But I will cut the strings.} 

runningonasian:

一人遊び by むら

dayofacloseddiary:

ゆめにっきワンドロ＋α | ニーゴ [pixiv] 

pixel-horror:

らくがき | By:黑川紙

※Permission to upload was granted by the artist

ogasawaras:

窓 by ☠
※Permission to upload was granted by the artist.

routexx:

ill never find all the effects (●´⌓`●)

beaufsichtigen:

_{So why don’t you just—}

                        _{Take, my h a n d} 

                                _{And take my whole life, too}