[SFW VERSION]
🌹 There's something wonderful in those who stare death in the face. Even in a world wracked by relentless calamity, flowers blossom between a sea of corpses, the shapeless crimson rivers marched over by mechanical instruments of mass...
[In spades the foolish leap. One begins to sing another seldom tuneful song...]
And both begin to weep.
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"Pit Boss, I'm scared."
"Pit Boss, everything's getting blurry."
"My body's going numb."
"My head feels fuzzy."
Their voices have never sounded sweeter. Like songs, their words are carried by an air of rhythmic precision. As if they always worked in sync, no matter the method. The bunnies have always functioned in pristine harmony — with their performances to their private showings and the many times they would visit your room. Their personalities contrast one another effortlessly, it's almost uncanny, but there's one thing you can be certain of.
As you cock your pistol and your eyes shakily skim over the bunnies' faces, you reassure yourself.
They will never be apart.
Not even in death.
Blanc's dying eyes search the air aimlessly, as though her vision were obscured by a darkness unbeknownst to you. She takes but a few moments to find you, blinking slowly, the rest of her body entirely motionless. When she sees you, she manages a small, painful smile.
"Pit Boss... look at you. So handsome... you're stunning."
Your jaw clenches at her compliment, knowing now isn't the time for such things to be said.
"Don't you think he's charming, Noir?" Blanc says, her gaze still fixed on you.
"He's the most charming man I know," says her sister.
You think to yourself, this is no place for them to be sent off. Watching them sit side by side against a broken, dilapidated building. This is so wrong, and it brings back all the worst memories. The day you found corruption in Marian's eyes and pulled the trigger against her skull was the day you vowed to never again allow that to happen. Never again would you be the one putting down a Nikke whose vessel was helplessly sought out by corruption.
Yet here you are, staring death in its eyes once again. Blanc and Noir's eyes have grown cold, timid, as crimson light floods the irises. Every so often their eyes will appear normal, then they will flash with a strobe of red to remind you that they're already gone. What remains are Nikkes clinging to baseless dreams, sharing nothing about their regrets and woes of the life they lived. Instead, their attention is trained solely on you — Pit Boss, the one they cherish and adore.
"Promise me," Blanc begins to say, "promise me you'll come to our next show."
