[ He was in a middle of a heavy make-out session with Hizamaru when curfew hits and his friend stops moving. ]
Hey, is everything okay? Hizamaru?
[ Did he mess up? Did he hurt him? He lifts his head up and sees that Hizamaru is passed out. He disengages from him slowly before putting his hand in front of his nose to be sure he's actually breathing. He feels relief hit him once he's sure he's just asleep. ]
Were you that tired? It's only-
[ He pulls his clam shell out and sees that it's hit the time people usually pass out. ]
Huh? What's going on?
[ Now he feels his heart racing thanks to other reasons. He gets up and checks each person to make sure it's the same thing. Grune, Higekiri, and Dimitri were all just as out as Hizamaru. ]
What the hell?
[ He has to think fast. Maybe there's an explanation some where, right? What should he do? He pauses to look at Hizamaru. It's then that it clicks in what might be happening. Those other murders with Polly happened after people were asleep, right?
He realizes with a sinking feeling that he's probably being targeted by them. If that's what is happening, then he needs to get away from Hizamaru to keep him safe. Leaning down to press a kiss against his cheek as he removes his bracelet. ]
Hold on to this for me, okay? I'll be right back.
[ He wasn't going to just let someone kill him now. Not when he still has to work up the courage to tell Hizamaru the truth. Taking in a deep breath before he heads for the door. Snagging his gun and his camera as he goes. He stops at the door after it's closed before realizing he should have left his camera with him.
Then he hears Monika's voice. He nearly jumps and then he grasps at his chest. Thump thump thump goes his heart. Why are her eyes so wide? Maybe she tried the drugs??? ]
Give a guy a heart attack! Hey... I don't know what the hell is going on. [ He pulls off his camera and hangs it on the door knob of Hiza's room. ]
We should figure out a place to hide in case we're being targeted though. Come on. [ Waving her along. I mean there's no way she's a demon or anything right ]
The voice in the back of her mind that’s still her repeats this over, and over, and over. At least. At least it’s not Dick. At least it’s not Nikkari. At least it’s not Edelgard. At least it’s not Beck.
At least, at least.
But it’s still Prompto. And at least isn’t enough.
The demon wearing Monika’s skin smiles, and makes her nod, trailing idly after him, hands still behind her back. ]
Where do you think we should go?
[ Monika smiles and gestures loosely with one hand. That hand is holding a cleaver. Her smile is so, so normal. ]
Somewhere with a romantic backdrop might be nice! Don’t you think?
[ He does his best to give her a reassuring smile. ]
Might have to hit the romantic place later. When a demon isn't trying to get us.
[ The cleaver does get a glance. And then a second glance as he remembers they can take on the form of anyone. There's a pause in his step before he nods towards the elevators. ]
Maybe the first floor?
[ If she is... if she is possessed or a demon faking it, then he needs to get her away from the rooms. ]
Hey, Monika? Remember what you told me the other night about something being important to you?
[ Their talk when Prompto was saying he was a loser... ]
[ There’s a laugh, loud and delighted, and of course she doesn’t look. She’s after him in a flash.
Of course, he’s got an advantage on her, and she realizes he’ll make it to the elevator before she does. The cleaver licks out in a desperate attempt to reach him. ]
[ He makes the sharp turn to the elevator and he hits the button quick. Pulling out the gun to take aim as he waits.
Then he sees it's her face. He remembers their first meeting. He aims away from her face at the last second and pulls the trigger. The gun moans as the bullet flies across the room. ]
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[ So she’s not alone in being awake post curfew. She leans back against her door, hands folded behind her. ]
You’re awake, too? I wonder what’s going on.
[ strange. Her eyes are a little wide as they track him. ]
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Hey, is everything okay? Hizamaru?
[ Did he mess up? Did he hurt him? He lifts his head up and sees that Hizamaru is passed out. He disengages from him slowly before putting his hand in front of his nose to be sure he's actually breathing. He feels relief hit him once he's sure he's just asleep. ]
Were you that tired? It's only-
[ He pulls his clam shell out and sees that it's hit the time people usually pass out. ]
Huh? What's going on?
[ Now he feels his heart racing thanks to other reasons. He gets up and checks each person to make sure it's the same thing. Grune, Higekiri, and Dimitri were all just as out as Hizamaru. ]
What the hell?
[ He has to think fast. Maybe there's an explanation some where, right? What should he do? He pauses to look at Hizamaru. It's then that it clicks in what might be happening. Those other murders with Polly happened after people were asleep, right?
He realizes with a sinking feeling that he's probably being targeted by them. If that's what is happening, then he needs to get away from Hizamaru to keep him safe. Leaning down to press a kiss against his cheek as he removes his bracelet. ]
Hold on to this for me, okay? I'll be right back.
[ He wasn't going to just let someone kill him now. Not when he still has to work up the courage to tell Hizamaru the truth. Taking in a deep breath before he heads for the door. Snagging his gun and his camera as he goes. He stops at the door after it's closed before realizing he should have left his camera with him.
Then he hears Monika's voice. He nearly jumps and then he grasps at his chest. Thump thump thump goes his heart. Why are her eyes so wide? Maybe she tried the drugs??? ]
Give a guy a heart attack! Hey... I don't know what the hell is going on. [ He pulls off his camera and hangs it on the door knob of Hiza's room. ]
We should figure out a place to hide in case we're being targeted though. Come on. [ Waving her along. I mean there's no way she's a demon or anything right ]
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The voice in the back of her mind that’s still her repeats this over, and over, and over. At least. At least it’s not Dick. At least it’s not Nikkari. At least it’s not Edelgard. At least it’s not Beck.
At least, at least.
But it’s still Prompto. And at least isn’t enough.
The demon wearing Monika’s skin smiles, and makes her nod, trailing idly after him, hands still behind her back. ]
Where do you think we should go?
[ Monika smiles and gestures loosely with one hand. That hand is holding a cleaver. Her smile is so, so normal. ]
Somewhere with a romantic backdrop might be nice! Don’t you think?
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Might have to hit the romantic place later. When a demon isn't trying to get us.
[ The cleaver does get a glance. And then a second glance as he remembers they can take on the form of anyone. There's a pause in his step before he nods towards the elevators. ]
Maybe the first floor?
[ If she is... if she is possessed or a demon faking it, then he needs to get her away from the rooms. ]
Hey, Monika? Remember what you told me the other night about something being important to you?
[ Their talk when Prompto was saying he was a loser... ]
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[ she’s just smiling at him, swinging the cleaver in a motion both idle and girlish. It’s a bit unsettling. ]
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She also doesn't seem to even care. The signs of the warmth that's usually there in her features are missing. ]
Nothing. I just wondering if it was still true.
[ And then he'll open his mouth as he points to something behind her. ]
Whoa! Monika watch out!
[ He doesn't wait to see if she'll react because he's going to start running down the hall. woolooloo ]
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Of course, he’s got an advantage on her, and she realizes he’ll make it to the elevator before she does. The cleaver licks out in a desperate attempt to reach him. ]
Come BACK. Come BACK!
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Then he sees it's her face. He remembers their first meeting. He aims away from her face at the last second and pulls the trigger. The gun moans as the bullet flies across the room. ]