Torturing Tsukasa Tenma Because His Jester 4* Didn't Come Home When I Pulled

DAY FOUR: March 14

Current crystal count: around 1-2k rn 🥲
Pulls Left: N/A (5 actually but I got him soo)
Current tier placing: uhh somewhere under t4000
Todays Torture Method: The Parasite.

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ALSO AM I USING THE SEMICOLON -> ; RIGHT 😭😭😭
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Rui says the gauze on my arms are going to make me look bad for when we do the show.

I agree with him. But our show isn't until Tuesday, so I hope the scars will all heal by then.

The bandages make me look weird. I don't want to look like those weirdos who pretend they have a special power and use gauze to cover their limbs because it looks cool on them.

A chunnibyo. That's what those type of people are called.

I look like one. Maybe if I had an eyepatch it would look even worse.

Internally, I pray that nothing happens to my eye. I do not want an eyepatch.

We are practicing for our show today. Emu, Nene, and Rui are all chatting with each other, and I'm there, too.

But I don't speak up.

After what happened, I think I'm afraid to speak up. Whether I get chastised for being too loud, too quiet, or if what comes out of my mouth is a garbled noise akin to distorted TV static, I don't want to test it out. I don't wish to try it.

I don't wish to speak.

I know I'll have to talk when I say my lines. But that's something that will come when it does. I don't need to speak right now, so I won't.

Rui is talking to all of us about the script, about how he wants us to play our roles.

I look down at my page. This time, the words can be read. They are not moving across the page like tiny bugs marching across the concrete anymore. This relieves me.

...I don't remember any of my lines. But there are annotations, highlights, so maybe I can read some of them before we go onto stage.

Rui saying that we do not need to have our scripts memorized yet relieves me more. We are in the early stages of practicing, we just got our scripts a day or two ago.

I don't remember that happening.

Still, I'm glad.

I hope I can speak. If I can read now, surely I'll be able to talk.

Rui looks at everyone. Or, his face.. faces everyone.

He has no face.

Nobody has any face.

Not him, not Nene, not Emu.

All faceless. No face, no face, no face.

Blank. Empty.

"Are we all ready?"

"Yes!"
"Yes."

I nod along with Nene and Emu, still silent.

Speaking comes later.

I follow the three onto the stage, looking down at my script. I play a boy who gets stuck in a strange world, whose only guide to help him go home is a strange demonic parasite.

I flip through the pages.

This show does not have a good ending. It's not very kid friendly, either. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I don't want to speak up about it.

The boy gets possessed by the parasite at the end of the story in a gruesome manner. I wonder how I'll be able to act that out.

Something tells me that I do not have to worry about it.