[ The clang of the dagger seems to echo in the empty space. Monika breathes out a sharp sigh, shaking some blood off her hand. It was always such a pain when she had to resort to extreme measures.
She stands there above Mikan, watching the life drain out of her. Haha, literally! It was pretty poetic. Maybe she'd write a special poem while she waited for someone else to come along.
But for now? She needs to make sure her job is done. Her upper lip curls in disgust as she prods one of Mikan's arms with her foot. The movement and noise had stopped, but she knew how these things worked. This was prime jumpscare territory! So, just to be extra positive, she kicks her ribs, hard.
There's nothing. Good.
Satisfied, Monika carefully smooths down her blood spattered uniform with her stained hands, then turns away to walk back to her throne, her shoes leaving a trail of red footprints in her wake. Up the stairs she went to claim her place on high, to survey her domain. She'd clean up eventually, but for now? She had to remind herself of what was hers.
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She stands there above Mikan, watching the life drain out of her. Haha, literally! It was pretty poetic. Maybe she'd write a special poem while she waited for someone else to come along.
But for now? She needs to make sure her job is done. Her upper lip curls in disgust as she prods one of Mikan's arms with her foot. The movement and noise had stopped, but she knew how these things worked. This was prime jumpscare territory! So, just to be extra positive, she kicks her ribs, hard.
There's nothing. Good.
Satisfied, Monika carefully smooths down her blood spattered uniform with her stained hands, then turns away to walk back to her throne, her shoes leaving a trail of red footprints in her wake. Up the stairs she went to claim her place on high, to survey her domain. She'd clean up eventually, but for now? She had to remind herself of what was hers.
Hers, alone. ]