a/n:
Woah. Look who turned into a doki doki literature club character when writing this chapter?? (I mean the poems part, not the other part...)
Anyways, hope you like this chapter!! :)
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Warnings: death, blood, cannibalism, murder, vomit, illness, guts/gore, sharp objects, detailed descriptions of things involving the brain
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THIRD PERSON POV:
Match sits alone, away from the commotion of Loser's announcement... well, she isn't alone, but would you count an unconscious wooden block as someone you can speak with? No.
Match sighs heavily, wincing as her head pounds. Bubble... that... that... Match can't find a word describing what she means... She oh so desperately wants to describe what Bubble would be called after what she had done to Match, but Match is having a hard time finding her words...
She looks ahead of her, not to Blocky who is unconscious, ill, and is laying in his own vomit... but to a few pieces of parchment that Golfball, Tennisball, and their Robot Assistant Basketball left unattended.
Match holds the bandages on her head tight to make sure they don't unravel as she reaches forward. She grabs the parchment and pen and she returns to her comfortable spot in the shade.
The cool air manages to sting her wound even through the layers and layers of the bandages that Golfball had used to "help" her. What Bubble did to her, Physically and Mentally, was unforgivable and almost unexplainable.
Golfball had calmly explained to the weakened, flammable object that what Bubble did was immensely serious. Bubble had ripped a good portion of Match's tip, Match's head, and it had done damage... and lots of it.
The area where Bubble had bitten off contained a valuable organ, Match's brain.
When Golfball had explained what the effects were the first time, Match had started having a fit at the mention of "nerves that connect the brain to the muscles."
When Golfball had explained what the effects were the second time, Match started screaming at the top of her lungs that some "soapy monster" was going to "steal her brain's left hemisphere." This was due to Golfball explaining what part of Match's brain had some amount of damage. And this "soapy monster" was most likely Bubble. No, Match knew that it was definitely Bubble at the time. But Match insisted that she never remembered saying those things, even with the evidence that everyone had to say that she truly did.
When Golfball had explained what the effects were the third time, Match listened. Match heard it all. Match didn't lose control of her body and especially her speech, which was an extreme improvement.
But now? Now Match sits here staring blankly at a piece of parchment and pen, desperate for words.
Match brings a shaky hand to the pen and she lifts it, the weight of it appearing heavier. She brings the pen to the paper and watches as the ink runs and bleeds through the paper as if it was being stabbed.
Match moves the pen, unknowingly writing a word: "Left"
Match stares at the word in awe, amazed at this ability she has to write. Golfball had said that Match's ability to write would become difficult. And it is, but Match didn't have a fit, which is a good sign.
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