A sweet, sad song[Complete]
Nana cried out as she crashed to the floor in the strange room, her left leg and right arm popping off as her vectors reacted in shock to her new surroundings. The girl rubbed her tender forehead with a whimper as she bit back tears. “Mayu? Nyu?” She continued to look around, groping with her left hand for her misplaced limbs. “K…Kohta…?” A glimmer of hope burned in her chest. “…Papa…?”
When no answer came and her hopes were dashed, leaving the diclonious absolutely sure she was alone, she tentatively reached out for her runaway prosthetics with her vectors, drawing both to their respective locations and re-seating them with a soft ‘click’. Surely even Papa couldn’t fault her for being a bit displeased with her limbs… they were a wonderful gift, really, but it would be so nice if they just didn’t come off so easily. As her vectors fill the prosthetics, allowing her to flex the fingers and toes for fit, the horned girl became more aware that she truly had no idea where she was. This wasn’t home, there was no carpet like the rug she’d landed on, and it certainly wasn’t the lab.
It was then a terrible thought struck her. She wasn’t home. That meant she couldn’t feed Wanta, as was her job. She hoped and prayed that her friends would feed the puppy, even though it was her job, because she really didn’t want to leave him go hungry, because if she hadn’t fallen into this place, he wouldn’t have had to. She’d do the others’ chores when she got back, to make it up to them, and maybe take Wanta for his walk. Fair was fair, after all. As she got up and brushed her outfit off, she was suddenly very certain that somehow, this was Lucy’s fault, and she was not going to do chores for Nyu.