canon is Shitsurakuen

[onmyown]

Don't worry mundane, I promise I'll serve you well...! 

[Pause.]

...You know far too much about me for that to work, don't you? 

Alright, listen. I don't really care what you have to say about wanting to play me. No girl wants to live in Iwahijiri, but I have important things to do there...! So hurry up and find someone else to amuse yourself with.

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[onmyown]

I don't want to. I have to.

[yesteryear]

Why?

[onmyown]

Because girls are suffering there!

[yesteryear]

Someone needs your help too?

Why won't they let you

[onmyown]

She wants to send me to some stupid "game." She's even considering the where she plays with the person playing you, apparently.

[yesteryear]

That doesn't sound good

You can't stop her?

[onmyown]

What do you expect me to do about it?

[yesteryear]

Say no

FIGHT!! [That part is underlined.]

[onmyown]

It's hard to fight someone when you're in their headspace or whatever this is.

I've already filed a complaint, but that probably won't get me anywhere. And trying to act boring so she'll grow tired of me won't work, either.

[yesteryear]

You're still you

Be difficult to work with?

[onmyown]

That's what I've been trying to do! She's horribly difficult to work with, honestly.

I certainly don't intend to give up, of course.

[yesteryear]

Distract her with someone else!

Good

Won't give up if you don't

[onmyown]

Ah, are you facing the same problem? How unfortunate.

[yesteryear]

[He nods.]

I've been through worse

[onmyown]

I would say enduring years of abuse at the hands of the boys that owned me is far worse than being sent to one of these games.

But it's a different kind of problem. If I go there, everything I've gone through will have been for nothing.

I have to stay at Iwahijiri and save the girls.

[yesteryear]

[A pause as he thinks on what to say. He holds up the paper.]

You can do it.

[onmyown]

Hmpth. Thanks for the encouragement, I guess.

[Tsunderes, man.]

[yesteryear]

[Just a nod this time because oh

he's run out of space on the paper. Do you like charades?]

[onmyown]

[No she doesn't, but too bad.]

Ugh, why don't you just talk?!

[yesteryear]

[He shakes his head frantically-- he can't! Don't you think he would have if he could?]

[onmyown]

That's not an answer!

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[yesteryear]

[You're serious, aren't you? His hands point to his throat and he shakes his head again, trying to reason with her.]

[yesteryear]

[Okay, fine. You want him to talk? His mouth opens

and well one of the less unpleasant sounds come out

like a few hundred screams

the torture kind



yup.]

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[onmyown]

[Please excuse her while she sobs forever.]

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[onmyown]

Oh, w-well that sure was...was...

Interesting!

Heh...