Phantasmagoria ✔

FILE 03 | Rendezvous

— Miggie's House | Her Room —
— December 06, 2022 —

As they entered the room, Mirage noticed how crowded it was. There were posters on each side of the room that appeared to be from various fandoms. There were other racks on the other half of the room, all of which featured action figures and plushies.

"So! What do you think of my room?" Miggie looked at her enthusiastically.

"It's pretty neat for someone like you." She looked around even more, and noticed a part of her room, "Though isn't your closet so small? Does it only have a few outfits?"

He rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Well that's 'cause you're rich. You have so much outfit to choose from. A 'choice' is only for those who have money, it's not for everyone."

Mirage was rather ashamed after hearing this. Her thoughts recalled her of what she had told her mother: she never received what she wanted. In reality, she did. Perhaps she become a little too greedy?

"Oh, but I have an idea for us tomorrrow! It'll be... a date?" He made a casual joke to her.

"A... A date?" She was perplexed because she clearly had no romantic feelings for her friend. They found themselves in an awkward situation.

"A friend date, silly!" Miggie clarified, "You know I'm attracted to boys."

"Oh."

[ Join the Hangout / Decline ]

"Of course!! Why not? It'll be fun." Mirage felt nothing but relief.

"Alright, but before that..." Miggie then slipped a pack of cards up his sleeve, "Let's play UNO!"

— Miggie's House | Her Room —
— An Hour or so Later... —

Loud snores echoes around the tiny room, but that wasn't was on Mirage's mind that night. She could hardly sleep just because of her thoughts. 

"What's happening to me? It's happened so many times already..." She thought.

Normally, when I get these two choices, I get to do what I want... right? But now, it's like my body's forcing me to do the opposite of what I want.

She stares at her hands. What's wrong with this hands of hers? Why is it deciding on it's own?

I wonder how Mom's doing? Surely, she's asleep by now. She'd pretend to be concerned but in reality, she would care less, doesn't she?

Mirage grabs her phone by the table. 10 Missed Calls. 15 Messages.

Oh. Now she cares. Now she pours her attention to me. She deserves to do that.

I'm in the right, aren't I? I'm not being selfish, right?

...right?

— Aqua Mall —
— December 06, 2022 —

"Wow. You've bought quite a lot." Mirage noticed the amount of shopping bags that Miggie was holding, "I'm wondering why you bought a formal shirt? Don't you usually only wear loose clothing?"

Miggie chuckled, he never thought his friend would be the type to notice about such a thing.

"Well, I need to for my sister's birthday." He explained thoroughly, "Remember? My parents hate my style, but I don't really care. I just really need to wear that 'cause her birthday's princess-themed. 'Ya can't see me wearin' shorts and hoodie there."