Persona 5 - The Jester's Point Of View

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Her life was predetermined. Nothing mattered, no one mattered. It had been like this all her life. All she ever had was the loyalty of one butler, one sticking by her side all this time. He tolerated everything she did, not questioning her actions. It was all necessary, the means to an end. Her father is just a swine using everyone to benefit himself, her mother always saw her as a disgrace. Even her half brother at least had a mother who cared enough to keep him. Miyuki had nothing like that. She was a puppet, always had been. That is why she decided to turn everything into a dollhouse to begin with. No one cared, no one. The happiness... The warmth... It should have been hers, right? But no, she never got any of that. In her world true happiness comes with power. Yeah...

And yet, she cannot help but envy those who are more fortunate than her. "Why does everyone get their happiness but I don't? What did I ever do?" – A question in her head all this time. As a kid maybe it was a question she could rightfully ask. Ever since birth she had been cast aside. The 'tarnishing stain of the Ishikawa family'. That was who she had always been. So who could give her happiness? No one... There was no one who ever was willing to. This cold feeling within her body is all she had ever known.

And now some brat decided to take it all from her. What she had built for herself, all the favors she had gained... Everything what belonged to her was taken by someone more fortunate than her. A girl who had it all. Who was loved and cared for. If anyone had a right to take from people, it was Miyuki, wasn't it!? Not some random little girl who didn't know what it meant to 'suffer'! But that can be taught, can't it!?

They didn't know what to do when Shadow Miyuki took several steps closer. The book was in both of their hands, holding tightly onto it. The treasure... They cannot hand it over! Not like this! But having a Shadow approach them was just equally as terrifying if not more! Who knew what she was capable of! And not to mention that she looked extra pissed that time! Something just made them not wanting to move at that moment. Something was just not clicking. Or rather it made them a little too scared to get one movement out of their body. All while she just got closer.

"Hah? First making such a fuss about trying to take what's dear to me and now you can't even move? How pathetic are you!?" Miyuki mocked them right then and there, her grin suddenly wide yet not just full of joy in their distress, their suffering, but also her anger shining through. She was out for it and that had them on the edge! Their heart beat so fast, the blood rushing through their veins. Their body wanted to act on impulse yet could they let it!? Ah, this was so confusing and infuriating! What were they going to do from here on onwards!? What exactly!? Just what!? They had to act quick or else they might feel as if they could get into big trouble here! No, massive trouble actually! But how would anyone— Wait, do they have to?

They had done so before to the automaton, shooting it in self defense, retaliation. But could they do it again? After all, this was Myiuki and one false shot could end up fatal, couldn't it? They... Would have to aim somewhere so she wouldn't step any closer, couldn't get into their reach. But their aim isn't the greatest, is it? So what if they aim wrong? Then again... If they point their gun downwards then maybe it could work? It was hard to aim for the chest when having it pointed all down.

They could feel the sweat going down their body, including their hands. They had only one shot at it. One, just one. Because if they caused a fatal wound then that would be it... Deep breath, a few more steps backwards until they removed one arm from the book... Only to grab into their pocket and pull out the gun, holding it in said hand and pointing it at the Shadow. This one was however of course unfazed, only letting out a sudden scoff.

"Ah, are you threatening me? Nice try." She said, stepping even closer, not stopping even for a moment. She only kept walking and walking, getting closer and closer. It made their hand all shaky, so close to just dropping the gun right then and there. Yet they held it in a tight grip, the trigger almost pulled backwards but not quite just yet. They were gripping tightly onto the gun. And yet, even now she was still not backing away. She only took another step. And another. And each step made their heart pound, though for the wrong reasons. "But don't worry, you will lose your breath soon enough. Just let me take care of it, al–"