«Hajime Hinat̷̟̗̠̖̘͉̤͙͇͙̩̥̗͗̂́͑̄̄̄̋͌̽a̴̢͔̤͊̈́̈̓̉̔̃?»
"HEY. MONOKUMA!" I yell, my trainers stamping through the snow.
"Um- Hello!" Monokuma pants, leaping up from a pile of snow. "We're currently having some... technical issues!" He squeals.
"Why is it snowing?" I ask.
"You lot are so ungrateful! Monokuma has made it snow and you should be enjoying it! Snow is amazing!"
"Snow is boring." I turn away, my head hammering, my eyes stinging, my stomach pounding. I think the snow- or the stress of yesterday- has made me sick.
I manage to stumble into my cabin, staring at myself in the mirror. My reflection.
I tug at my hair, which now hangs almost at my shoulders, much longer than it was when I arrived here, and slightly darker. And my eyes- the dull sage seems to have brightened, almost glowing. Stress can't do that, can it?
I think about making the long trek to the store cupboard to search for medicine and almost vomit. Instead, I lay down on my bed, wishing I had someone to care for me.
Not him.
Someone else.
But when I do fall asleep, I always dream of him. Sweet dreams that always twist and deform into nightmares.
I would rather be in an endless nightmare than wake up to find this.
"HAJIME! QUICKLY! SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAS HAPPENED!"