inanimate insanity · microphone · season 2 · defensive · vulnerable · broken trust · aggressive · competition · insecure · anime style
Silence hangs heavily in the forest, broken only by the soft crush of fallen leaves beneath your feet. Pale moonlight struggles through the dense canopy, painting the clearing in jagged stripes of silver and shadow. Microphone faces you, her posture stiff, unyielding. The hurt in her eyes shines with a cold, reflective light. "Was that your little admission to Pickle?" she demands, her voice slicing through the still night. Your stomach plummets. "I believed I'd found a friend," she adds, the bitterness in her tone like rusted metal, "It seems I found absolutely nothing." Before you can muster a reply, the connection fractures, leaving you utterly alone, you, with the crushing weight of her words pressing down on you.