Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Part 2: Chapter 22: Sisters

It's a tape.
Or something.
A video recording...who recorded this?
Oh no, that's not it.
These are memories.

"I'm really sorry for having to hit you."

"It's fine."

"Does it hurt?"

"Well, of course it does. But you're rubbing the medicine in...I'm fine."

"Seeing you suffer makes my heart break. I'm really sorry, Y/N," the man cupped her face and kissed her apologetically. Her face darkened and shyed away.

"These marks are almost beginning to fade. You'll be fine soon. I like you too much, you know?"

"But...why? I'm Junko's sister... that'll always be tainting my entire existence! I'll never be able to get that curse of my chest..."

"There, there, now...what's in a name? It doesn't matter, silly!"

"Easy for you to..."

"If you hate carrying her name so much, you can always take up mine! It's yours any day you want it. Any moment, any time."

"Wh-What are you saying..."

"You might be weirded out now, Enoshima-kun...but I'll make you fall in love with me soon!"
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I'm in a white space. I think this is what my brain looks like if I shrank in size and explored the numerous folds and crinkles and crevices. It's a never-ending train of a bleached dessert, but with no redeeming atmosphere at all.

This place is pleasant. Perhaps it's The Trance. I want to live here forever, along with my crawling, singing friends that burst into symphony whenever my head hurt.

I'm here for the second time. The first time, I had stayed for a rather long period.
There's a woman sitting a few feet away, swinging her feet off one of the white folds I was treading on.
I think I recognise her.
I've been wanting to meet her for a long time now. Because if I didn't see her face, didn't hear her voice, didn't get off the incredibly heavy piece of resentment off my chest, I'd never be able to be free at all.

Junko Enoshima looks back and smiles sweetly at me from that distance.

I didn't smile back. Just because I wanted to meet her didn't mean I liked her. She's just my sister. She's nothing more than that.

"What're you doing in my brain?" I said in a surly voice, standing above her.
She smiled even wider.

"Is that seriously the first thing you ask me after these many years? Well...it's no secret, but I know you hate me, sissy."

"Good. You're aware."

"Ouch. That hit the spot, sis."

"Shut up. You know you deserve to be burnt alive, right?"

"I know! I've gone through every imaginable death you can think of, sissy! I've been struck by a thousand tennis balls, I've soared through the sky on a motorcycle and been reduced to a branded dairy product, I've been burnt alive as well. That's why I exist only here. You're one of the only people who remember me as me...and her."

A child, the young fifteen year old Junko Enoshima appeared a few feet away. Her stylish hair was embellished in girly sparkling ribbons- she were dressed in a short red dress- as a child model.

"We're both your sisters! Isn't that nice?"
Junko's cruel eyes crinkle up at the corners, as if she were having the time of her life.

"No. It's already bad enough the world had to deal with one of you."