DanganRonpa V3. Another Fate

      The credits rolled across the laptop screen. That’s all. It’s all over. Again. The story I loved so much has ended. How many times have I seen these credits? Once? Twice? Thrice? No, I think much more.       Pathetic sight, isn’t it? Get so attached to fictional characters. So much so that you begin to have feelings for them much stronger and more sincere than for anyone real. I guess it’s really pathetic. And yet, I’m more than satisfied with it. I became so attached to each of them. I know their history, character, fate… I know and sincerely love most of them. To the point where I would like to be real friends with them. Or maybe someone more than just a friend…       Anyway, right now I’m sitting and staring at my laptop monitor. But what’s the point? I won’t see anything new there anyway. The loading screen is the same as always. And what exactly did I expect? It’s time to accept that the world I’m become so attached to is just a fiction. A game that self-confessed to being a game. And if I really want to change this story, the only way to do it is to learn to program and rewrite the code of the game. And I can’t do that. At least because I don’t have necessary skills. Plus, the code isn’t the only thing I’d have to work with. Draw new sprites, write new music, and so on… And even if I decided to do all this (and I would even succeed), the result would not be the right one. As I said earlier, for me, this is much more than just a game. And trying to change something at the code level would feel somehow wrong.       I take a deep breath: “Eh, it’s time to finish up for today. Just looking at it over and over again won’t change anything.”       Lazily stretching in my chair, I look out the window. It’s evening outside. The weather seems fine. Maybe I should go outside. I mean, taking a walk in a warm summer evening might not be such a bad idea. Ha, when was the last time I went outside? One, two, three… It seems like four weeks have passed. It’s been coming out for a month now. Well, this can be considered my new record. Not that it’s something to be really proud of, though…       With a sad sigh, I turn off my laptop. Enough dreaming for today. And so the mood is not very good. And if I start worrying about it to much, it won’t make me feel any better. I slowly get up from my chair. It’s getting dark in my eyes. But nothing special. I’m already used to it. I decide that at least some physical activity once a month is still needed after all.       “Since I decided to go out, I need to dress up somehow. I can’t go out in pajamas.”

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      In the end, finding something acceptable turned out to be harder than I expected. The only thing that didn’t have any problems were jeans. I can assume there were no problems with them just for the simple reason that they were the only pants in my room that I knew about the location of. Well, not a bad choice, especially considering that I don’t have much of an alternative. To pick up the top, I go to the closet, where I find a striped T-shirt a la “bee”. There were plain black socks under the chair. Wonderful. I thought they’d already outlived their time. From the balcony I take sneakers that have been drying there for a week in a row. The print of the star on them had already begun to fade, but it was still discernible. I put them on right away, so later I don’t have to hang around in the hallway. They’re clean anyway.       Ready to go, I picky look in the mirror. It doesn’t give me much pleasure, but I still need to know how I look. I don’t really have a problem with what people think of me. Once upon a time there was such a thing, but now it hardly bothers me. I do this for myself.       As it turned out, in principle, everything turns out very well. I decide to try to brush my always unruly brown hair. I fix the clip on my bangs — the only thing that allows my blue, slightly slanting, eyes to see the world, and not the thick strands of curly hair. With a T-shirt, fortunately clean, I wipe my glasses. My vision has now improved by at least 50%! Once again I glance in the mirror and already completely satisfied with the result I continue to gather further.       After spending those few minutes trying to choose the right clothes, I reach for my bag. While everyone idolizes backpacks, I prefer my already time-worn pink shoulder bag. The most necessary items are always placed there. Sometimes I wonder how it turns out, but as they say, not all questions you really want to know the answer to. Everything I need is already in it. Phone, headphones, small cosmetic bag and first aid kit, still unopened pack of gum and other necessary (and not very) trifles.       I strap my bag over my shoulder and walk confidently to the door. If you tune in to the positive, then everything will be fine! I don’t know, of course, how true this is, but I think that there is some truth in these words. The main thing is the mood.       And so, taking a deep breath, I open the door. At the same moment, my vision goes dark again. But this time it’s different. I only have time to realize is that I’m losing consciousness and falling into the darkness. Then the void. Nothing can be seen or heard. Consciousness slowly but surely floats away. My head starts to hurt again. With the hope that this condition won’t last long and that I won’t smash my nose on the floor, I finally pass out.