[CONTINUE + 2] Week 1 || Act: mingle

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Monday comes onto the snowy town once more, though it still looks as if it's 'night' as ever.

Then again, you are underground. That's just to be expected, considering no natural light can get down here in the first place. The Monsters around you are just as friendly as ever, despite this being your third 'time' trying this monday.

There doesn't seem to be many Monsters here...or at least, you think there was more before? Huh.

Well, whatever.

You still have a mission - And with two trials under your belt, you're now a little closer to figuring things out.

...How much longer will this repeat?

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[soupervillain]

...Do you really think I hate you? I mean, I guess there's stuff I hate, like the corrupt justice system, and the way minions are treated like second-class citizens in evil society. But I don't hate you.

[ does he dare admit this next part....... ]

I, uh... I think you're kind of cool, actually.

[ugly_split_ends]

W-Why wouldn't you? Why would you do anything but hate this bitter, spiteful, mean, ugly girl who smells like she hasn't bathed in weeks, with hair to match?!

...C-Cool?

[soupervillain]

[ Oh, what the hell. Might as well go all in. ]

Yeah, cool!! I like how you're never afraid to say what you're thinking! And while your insults may be cutting and may potentially require a moderate amount of therapy to recover from once we get out of here, I admire your creativity in coming up with them! You got a problem with that?!

Also, I can't argue with the mean part, but you're definitely not ugly! And I like your hair! It's real long!

[ugly_split_ends]

I-It's long because I never cut it because I'm a slovenly, ugly mess, you idiot!

D=Don't tell me things like that... there's n-nothing cool about me! I'm the weakest, most picked on, ugliest, w-worthless girl in the world! N-No, who ever existed!

[soupervillain]

I might be going out on a limb here, but... it sounds like I'm not the only one in this conversation who needs a little therapy. You ever, like, talk to someone about this stuff?

1/2

[ugly_split_ends]

A-Are you out of your mind?! L-Look at me! I have a literal s-serial killer as a split personality! A psychological profile on me would be worth a ten-volume set of books, a year's worth of journals, and a PhD level thesis! A list of all the complexes I have would stretch on for miles!

[She's practically foaming at the mouth while ranting.]

...And despite all that, I still get out of bed every day and live my life! And you know how I do it?! By not deluding myself that other people would ever, ever care two shits worth about me...!

2/2

[ugly_split_ends]

So... how the hell can anyone say... they'd care if I died...

L-Let alone they ever thought I was 'cool'...

[tears]

[soupervillain]

Yeah, I know it's a lot, but you won't get anywhere if you don't start somewhere, right? Give them the little complexes first, work your way up to the big ones. Plus, I'm pretty sure they can't tell anyone about the serial killer thing if you don't want them to. Doctor-patient confidentiality and all that -

[ Oh geez... she's crying...... what does he do now ]

...Uh. You want a tissue? Or... a hug?

[ugly_split_ends]

I'm doing fine, thank you very much! I still get up out of bed every morning, don't I?!

[It might be a good idea to hand her a tissue.]

[soupervillain]

[ Y... yeah, probably. Giovanni rummages in the pocket of his jeans and comes up with a travel pack of tissues, which he proffers to Fukawa. ]

Honestly, yeah, you're doing pretty okay. I just think you'd maybe be doing a little better with less of, you know, the... paranoia, and the self-loathing, and the being mean to people. Just a thought.

[ugly_split_ends]

Oh, wouldn't that be convenient... for you! I don't need you to condescend to me!

[She shies away from the offered tissues.]

[soupervillain]

There's no shame in getting therapy, dude. You can't do everything on your own. No one can. And you deserve to be happy, even if you need a little help getting there.

Also, I didn't poison the tissues, I promise. Wipe your nose.

[ugly_split_ends]

[Fukawa doesn't have nearly enough presence of mind to deal with Gio telling her she needs therapy.]

Shuuuuuuuut uuuuuuuuup!! Stop mocking meeeeeee!!

[She grabs her head, shaking, then turns and runs away... out of the math hut.]

[soupervillain]

[ And now Giovanni feels incredibly guilty about the whole thing. Hooray? ]