5th Strawberry | Nightmare
[Yuiko looked down slightly, holding something close to her.]
But...I made it for you.
[Look down at the scarf she stood there quietly as there was an echo of a voice.]
I hate it. It's ugly.
[Her ears go down, her tails sulking slightly.]
But...I tried my hardest to make it for you.
[Tears formed in her eyes as she held the scarf closer to her, the same thing repeating over and over in her head. That was until she heard a new voice speaking to her.]
Be a good girl and play with the string.
[At the sound of the new voice, Yuiko looks up slightly to see something being thrown at her, hitting her in the face.]
Owwwwwww...
[She looks down at it and soon hears the sound of a bell. She soon spots it around her neck as she jumps slightly. The ball of string rolls away as soon she was holding the scarf again.]
Good girl, Yuiko. Do you want some milk?
Huh? But I'm not a cat.
[She looked to see the person she was talking to, but they seemed to be ignoring her. Making her way towards him she tugged on the shirt slightly.]
Excuse me?
[The figure turns his head, looking at her.]
What is it girl? Here you go, have your milk.
[They place a saucer of milk down.]
That's not what I want, nyaa~
[She looks surprised as the figure stroked her on the head.]
Good girl, here's you ball of string.
[They place some toys down for her to play with as she shook her head.]
Nyaa~ I'm not a cat nyaa~
[Once again shocked she started to moved away, trying to stop everything and was scared about what was going on.]
What's going on nyaa~ I'm not a cat, I'm a thirteen year old girl, nyaa~
[She sat there as all around her she could hear the same thing over and over again.]
Here kitty, kitty, kitty.
[Yuiko just covered her ears, trying to drown it out. This had all started out with her nightmare of Ritsuka hating something she made, how did that end up like this.]
Stop nyaa~ Please stop, nyaa~
But...I made it for you.
[Look down at the scarf she stood there quietly as there was an echo of a voice.]
I hate it. It's ugly.
[Her ears go down, her tails sulking slightly.]
But...I tried my hardest to make it for you.
[Tears formed in her eyes as she held the scarf closer to her, the same thing repeating over and over in her head. That was until she heard a new voice speaking to her.]
Be a good girl and play with the string.
[At the sound of the new voice, Yuiko looks up slightly to see something being thrown at her, hitting her in the face.]
Owwwwwww...
[She looks down at it and soon hears the sound of a bell. She soon spots it around her neck as she jumps slightly. The ball of string rolls away as soon she was holding the scarf again.]
Good girl, Yuiko. Do you want some milk?
Huh? But I'm not a cat.
[She looked to see the person she was talking to, but they seemed to be ignoring her. Making her way towards him she tugged on the shirt slightly.]
Excuse me?
[The figure turns his head, looking at her.]
What is it girl? Here you go, have your milk.
[They place a saucer of milk down.]
That's not what I want, nyaa~
[She looks surprised as the figure stroked her on the head.]
Good girl, here's you ball of string.
[They place some toys down for her to play with as she shook her head.]
Nyaa~ I'm not a cat nyaa~
[Once again shocked she started to moved away, trying to stop everything and was scared about what was going on.]
What's going on nyaa~ I'm not a cat, I'm a thirteen year old girl, nyaa~
[She sat there as all around her she could hear the same thing over and over again.]
Here kitty, kitty, kitty.
[Yuiko just covered her ears, trying to drown it out. This had all started out with her nightmare of Ritsuka hating something she made, how did that end up like this.]
Stop nyaa~ Please stop, nyaa~